<?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-7518162601199894279</id><updated>2011-08-04T08:01:19.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the moment you stopped loving, was the moment you were no longer humane.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bianche   (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418021385265195670</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>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7518162601199894279.post-6585049010997690408</id><published>2011-07-15T13:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T13:14:55.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>handover ):</title><content type='html'>Handover was really D:, and this morn when i woke up i felt really lonely and sad inside. I think for us right choir has really been like a central part of our lives. And it is really really amazing how all 54 of us come from different families, different backgrounds, maybe before even different parts of the world, but when we come together, there is something amazing, something special that comes out of making music and of being in it all together&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i rmb how when i first came into choir, i was so clueless and thought it was just a cca bleh. then after like sunshine 08 i realized that somethings in life are so beautiful and how certain people have an affinity for each other, and when they do things together, things magically come together and in the end, everything is alright. That's the way it is for us, choir (:&lt;br /&gt;4 years have just swept by and i cant help thinking when will my life begin again..): staying back after prac to busk and to talk about life, the warm soft yellow lights, the music, the love, the friendship, the laughter, the joy, tears and sadness.. to experience so much, and to have found companionship among people that i love.. :D&lt;br /&gt;that's enough for me(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to my dearest rgs choir, i hope that all of you will learn, grow, fall, but always pick yourselves and each other up. Don't give up and always keep the faith, and someday we will get there okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE LOVE YOU GUYS TOO MUCH,&lt;br /&gt;rgschoir'11&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518162601199894279-6585049010997690408?l=soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/6585049010997690408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518162601199894279&amp;postID=6585049010997690408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/6585049010997690408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/6585049010997690408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/2011/07/handover.html' title='handover ):'/><author><name>bianche   (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418021385265195670</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-7518162601199894279.post-8275724502672429524</id><published>2010-05-01T23:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T23:29:50.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>might not be enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i really dont understand how life can be so freaking unfair, whyy there ever has to be stuff like jsls to make us feel inadequate. i think life can be bad enough when you have to deal with growing up, which seriously is a lott harder than you think it actually is. i really, honestly, fervently, hope that somewhere out there, there's this world where people can live without feeling like they're way down there and they're never gonna be equal to other people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;like i said the last time before you guys told me to stop talking cos somehow i was making all of you cry, i was saying that i can be out there with the main cast and i look back at you guys, cos your smiles are what gives me(and us) the strength to carry out and do what we need to do. but when i looked and you guys weren't in the gym anymore, cos y'all left and started crying, i just faltered. really. cos i didn't believe i could go on there anymore as long as you guys just left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;every imperfection in our batch, every off note or dissonance, is what makes up our batch. it's what makes Ad Astra so beautiful, really. and its when we sing together as a batch, that's when we sound best, because the very fact that we all come from different backgrounds and go home every night to different places, and yet that we can all come together for a common purpose because all we want to do is sing together and enjoy the wonderful friendships life has given us, is enough reason for us to inject all our emotions and effort into whatever we're singing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;why. why does there have to be things like rainstorms and then a sun after that. why do people have to fail or pass. Why must there always be this contrast between things. must there always be a good or a better? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i thought all this was behind us, that we'll work it out together. and we are, i know, that we're really trying with all our might, but right now, right now, i feel that might not be enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518162601199894279-8275724502672429524?l=soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/8275724502672429524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518162601199894279&amp;postID=8275724502672429524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/8275724502672429524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/8275724502672429524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/2010/05/might-not-be-enough.html' title='might not be enough'/><author><name>bianche   (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418021385265195670</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-7518162601199894279.post-6165463439097417409</id><published>2010-05-01T22:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T23:30:05.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reblogging cos life demands it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'm reblogging. really. i know why i stopped blogging and all that, but right now i feel like the world needs to know what i have to say. I just read some people's blogs and tumblr that i never have before, and its amazing how dang stupid i've been. I had no idea how deep they were really hurting, cos most of the time you're just worrying about yourself, and i can tell you now, honestly, how plain stupid that is. You don't make up your world, dude. the people who live around, who love you and who you love, do. you can pretend and tell yourself that it's every man for himself out there, and that life isn't unfair. Fend for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;right, like i could hold on to that pathetic belief. b, there are some times when you really gotta stay strong for the people around you, and this is one of those times. People in your batch are fallnig down around you like crazy, they're being buffeted by this wild storm that really makes it impossible for them to go on. you need to tell them now that they're special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518162601199894279-6165463439097417409?l=soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/6165463439097417409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518162601199894279&amp;postID=6165463439097417409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/6165463439097417409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/6165463439097417409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/2010/05/reblogging-cos-life-demands-it.html' title='Reblogging cos life demands it'/><author><name>bianche   (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418021385265195670</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-7518162601199894279.post-8742911262034980588</id><published>2009-04-24T21:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:44:08.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;" I have found the paradox that when you love until it hurts, then there is no more hurt, only love." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;saw it today in choir room and felt, how very, very true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518162601199894279-8742911262034980588?l=soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/8742911262034980588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518162601199894279&amp;postID=8742911262034980588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/8742911262034980588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/8742911262034980588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-have-found-paradox-that-when-you-love.html' title=''/><author><name>bianche   (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418021385265195670</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-7518162601199894279.post-8486326734025462678</id><published>2009-04-22T23:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T23:30:28.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20th April 2009, SYF</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I really, really think i learnt a lot from this experience. i always thought, and i think we all did, that it was very very, somehow explicably, important for rgs choir to get gold with honours. it seemed to be something that we all expected and set our sights on. so i think when we didn't get that honours, we were just so disappointed. as in, we felt that we deserved more than just this. and i remember telling myself to be calm before they announced the results. and chloe like took my hand as they announced "Choir 76. Raffles Girls Secondary. Gold." and then there was this kind of weird clapping and then silence and although there was no sound, a lot of choir people around were already crying. see, that just proves yet again that we're more than a choir. we're a family. i think back on all those practices since last november and i feel that we've really, really, grown together. and that's the most important. we cry together, we laugh, we make music, we sing, and we feel together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like when we were standing on stage, we were nervous, but i felt this unity and this protectiveness and love surrounding us as i sang, and i just felt for a moment that there was a lot in this world to cherish. and when i stepped down from that stage, i knew we didn't maximise our potential up there, but yupp what matters is that we really tried. i think some people in the audience got our message for ave maria, and to me, that's what's most important. not the results, but the message we got across. and for that, rgs choir, i'm very very proud of us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry, dear sec four batch for letting you all down but i promise, i promise that batch'11 will get back the HONOURS for rgs choir! and we'll still be the same, not stressed nor anything but the crazy awesome batch that we are. and i really, really feel that we're this one special choir, and even if the whole world regards us as just a gold choir without honours, we all know deep down inside that we're more fabulous than they think we are, and even if it's just us as a small choir standing insignificantly against the wide backdrop of the world, we'll give them tooth and nail and fight for all we're worth. It has been the awesomest experience ever with rgschoir, and i'm eternally grateful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, rgs choir. &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;bianche,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;rgs choir sop 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;20th April 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518162601199894279-8486326734025462678?l=soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/8486326734025462678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518162601199894279&amp;postID=8486326734025462678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/8486326734025462678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/8486326734025462678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/2009/04/20th-april-2009-syf.html' title='20th April 2009, SYF'/><author><name>bianche   (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418021385265195670</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-7518162601199894279.post-4999473358174337534</id><published>2009-04-18T17:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T17:33:00.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rgs choir &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Choir today was very very fufilling really i never expected to get so emotional and cry in the midst of ave but haha i suppose it's good cause it shows my growing involvement in the song. really i think ave maria is one of the most beautiful songs ever it's not just about the notes and the way Franz Biebl placed the chords it's also about how it's so simple but talks about humanity and how forgiveness is so near yet so hard to give. i think it's very, very true. i only teared at the start of the video cause i was just so touched by their voices, and how they really put their heart into the song to reach out and touch others. i was just thinking that i could never really sing like them and the song was just so beautiful that i couldn't help tearing. Then when we sang Ave afterwards, it was like a barrier crashed in me and i couldn't help it, heard em crying behind me and then i just felt so super sad for a lot of people and lost friendships. and ms loo was talking about how it all boils down to simple humanity and forgiveness and praying for mercy and a lot went through my mind. i'm sorry i didn't mean to freak you out or make you cry emeline. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;anyway, ave now holds a whole new meaning for me. it's like when you reach the ending and find the strength in you to spin the air and punch out those last beautiful notes and when i'm holding the ending  c chord, i hear the F(omg the f chord combined with the high G and A) and my heart just wrenches apart. i think i learnt a lot from choir, and it's in the midst of singing those songs when you youself get touched and start feeling sad about life. but i suppose it's alright, we all have our ups and downs in life and it's only through all this that we truly learn how to be human. yupp i don't regret not going to ora cause today was really special. &lt;3&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And we have 2 days left jiayou we can do it- GWH will be ours HAHA. &lt;3&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;anyway, took mrt with sabrina after choir ended. went to northpoint to eat lunch at KFC then we really talked a lot. haha thanks i think that was a meaningful discussion(like philo COI) haha and i'm glad we said what we wanted to say. :) though most of the time it was pure gossip and weird loud laughter. but people have been telling me i'm stressed and i'm becoming very weird so i guess it's good that i had fun today! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;haha on friday morning assembly the sunrise was damn beautiful it was like this glorious conflagration of pink, blue, red, purple, orange, white, and yellow. and it was like the sky was a lightening purple blue and wisps of sky in between were fiery red and orange it was such a sght. like when i stepped out of my schoolbus i said "OMG" very loudly in the middle of the parade square. and sorry kim for dragging you out to see a sunrise that was no longer exsistent. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;yupp and during chinese i showed chu this drawing Awa did of easter eggs in a basket:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bianche: eh chu, look, easter eggs so cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Chu Ren(confused): i thought they were poisonous mushrooms! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;hmm went home on mrt with sabrina after that, watched the marvellous sunset together. we were so weird like practically straining our necks to see the sky through trees and the stupid tall buildings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i love you, rgs choir, all the way for syf 2009! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518162601199894279-4999473358174337534?l=soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/4999473358174337534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518162601199894279&amp;postID=4999473358174337534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/4999473358174337534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/4999473358174337534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/2009/04/rgs-choir.html' title='rgs choir &amp;lt;3'/><author><name>bianche   (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418021385265195670</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-7518162601199894279.post-2029421549419271967</id><published>2009-04-15T18:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T18:10:17.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ave maria</title><content type='html'>hah okay i'm back. just wanted to say i heard ave maria on youtube and have to say i want a voice like that. awww it's damn beautiful and the last high G and A note are beautiful. esp with an f note as the base chord. hereby my new favourite cadences are IV, V and I. (in sequence) ave maria is beautiful, let's do it rgs choir, we have 5 days left. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;jiayou choir, love you all! rest and drink water and honey and eat strepsils and lozenges. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love rgs choir! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518162601199894279-2029421549419271967?l=soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/2029421549419271967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518162601199894279&amp;postID=2029421549419271967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/2029421549419271967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/2029421549419271967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/2009/04/ave-maria.html' title='ave maria'/><author><name>bianche   (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418021385265195670</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-7518162601199894279.post-2728612125025361149</id><published>2009-04-15T17:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T18:05:26.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it is okay to wait for people to post, no?</title><content type='html'>haha i have a lot to say but i also have a lot to do so i shall do my physics PT and catch up on homework first yeah? then i shall blog long soon. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IOWA. that's all for now, haha. sorry! wait i still don't know if my pt has an extension.&lt;br /&gt;i promise, i will blog. (read the top lines, yo!)&lt;br /&gt;oh yes and thanks guys for the wonderful Sing finals well-wishes in case y'all are wondering why i never reply it's cause my card ran out of money okay not cause i'm leaving y'all/ too busy crying/whatever weird reasons y'all bombarded me with. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;i promise i will blog, read all the above lines, YO!&lt;br /&gt;right. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518162601199894279-2728612125025361149?l=soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/2728612125025361149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518162601199894279&amp;postID=2728612125025361149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/2728612125025361149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/2728612125025361149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-is-okay-to-wait-for-people-to-post.html' title='it is okay to wait for people to post, no?'/><author><name>bianche   (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418021385265195670</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-7518162601199894279.post-4832611440890745505</id><published>2009-03-20T21:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T21:50:45.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M6rF33ZFF_E/ScOfHBxrfBI/AAAAAAAAABg/pbjanW1oV8I/s1600-h/n558343930_1538824_5035695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315266928312024082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M6rF33ZFF_E/ScOfHBxrfBI/AAAAAAAAABg/pbjanW1oV8I/s400/n558343930_1538824_5035695.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was on facebook, and i just saw this awesome picture of my batch, and it struck me just how awesome you guys are and when someone's down, the whole batch just goes emo and when there's sunshine, it's just really really bright. you light up my life, batch '11. let it rock! 3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518162601199894279-4832611440890745505?l=soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/4832611440890745505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518162601199894279&amp;postID=4832611440890745505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/4832611440890745505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/4832611440890745505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>bianche   (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418021385265195670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M6rF33ZFF_E/ScOfHBxrfBI/AAAAAAAAABg/pbjanW1oV8I/s72-c/n558343930_1538824_5035695.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7518162601199894279.post-4158184817389463275</id><published>2009-03-20T19:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T20:23:37.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, firstly thanks everyone for the awesome birthday wishes and presents. haha though i was referred to as the "ditz" and the "retard" in some of the messages, really i was very very happy afterwards. :D&lt;br /&gt;hmm tues was pretty awesome, i got to slack off work and sleep on a chair for a while(i think no one's butt touched it yet okay) in the needlework room while my om team slogged and drew sheep and sewed. &lt;3 haha okay i know i couldn't really finish all the food i ordered, cos y'all said you would treat me.&lt;br /&gt;what i ordered:&lt;br /&gt;-3 pcs KFC chicken&lt;br /&gt;-ice lemon tea&lt;br /&gt;-cheese fries&lt;br /&gt;-honey bubble tea:)&lt;br /&gt;-mashed potato&lt;br /&gt;-coleslaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i had an insanely great time with you guys over lunch(while i was consuming my chicken).&lt;br /&gt;We were talking about Thousand Island salad dressings and i just ate my chicken cos i don't really like Thousand Island.&lt;br /&gt;(In the midst of the discussion)Chanel(sadly): I've never eaten there before, is it nice?&lt;br /&gt;Omg she thought it was a restaurant, or worse still, an island. HAHAHA i nearly choked on my chicken. then a long while after we laughed like crazy Marie suddenly said: so, what's Thousand Island, a sauce or a place?&lt;br /&gt;oh man she looked genuinely confused and worried. XD&lt;br /&gt;then marie started telling us about how her principal in her primary school always made them sing a song(and it had actions)&lt;br /&gt;"If I were a durian seed, (crawls into a ball)&lt;br /&gt;when i grow up what would i be? (moves hands up in wave-like motion and straightens back)&lt;br /&gt;Would i be a durian tree,&lt;br /&gt;Or a forest of durian trees?"&lt;br /&gt;hahaha you guys really make me laugh. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the dolphin, Nicolette. :) haha although it got caressed by dunno how many people. man i have glitter all over me, but it's really pretty. and weiling is worse off than me. like while she was painting, we told her that her hair was messy, and she left this white streak on her hair when she retied it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone really close to me once said: "friendship is the allay of our sorrows, the ease of our passions, the discharge of our oppresions, the sanctuary to our calamities, the clarity of our minds. " how very, very true.&lt;br /&gt;choir today made me feel at peace with the world. just making that music and knowing that we made it together gives me a sense of satisfaction. and though i changed parts for ave, i realized that it doesn't really matter, cos it just feels great to be singing in sop two again. &lt;3 and knowing that we're this coolest, special section who gives harmony and provides support for the melody and contributes to the most beautiful music ever. &lt;3 duh i love sop one too. &lt;3 and um okay fine the altos. &lt;3 wait isn't that already the whole choir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you, rgs choir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518162601199894279-4158184817389463275?l=soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/4158184817389463275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518162601199894279&amp;postID=4158184817389463275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/4158184817389463275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/4158184817389463275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/2009/03/okay-firstly-thanks-everyone-for.html' title=''/><author><name>bianche   (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418021385265195670</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-7518162601199894279.post-4620442575602122858</id><published>2009-03-16T20:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T20:58:21.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rgschoir'11, you guys are awesome man, thanks so much for giving me the donnie yen bear. &lt;3 haha i'm really touched kay although i kinda knew before that! HAHA anyway, yupp i'm really sorry i started crying while y'all were singing happy birthday okay i really couldn't help it. it's just so touching that y'all went out and got a bear for me and called it what, donnie? (: and yeah it's really cute i was very happy and proud as i walked home carrying it today. (although i think a lot of people thought i was retarded or smth and i knocked a few people accidentally with the box and got a few glares) and thanks a lot i'm very glad you all didn't get my bear boxers or something (hah cos loo stuffed it too much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg i just realized that Varsha has the same birthday as my bear, cos Loo, S, Chu and Kim got it on the day they went out to get Varsha's present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oi you all very bad leh, you're supposed to support me as my om team right? what, order macs then never order for me and throw all the chilli packets at me some more. hey but i'm quite interested la, as in how did y'all get so many? Haha Amirah said i could keep them as investments and reap a lot of money, but yeah i don't think it's true. anyway. then i had to go and find my own food. I went to look for cup noodles then there was this sign that said "do not press cup noodles, out of order" and i was really pissed and thinking "then display there for what?" And i really felt like kicking the machine but there were a lot of sec ones around. Then after i managed to buy rice i went to get a drink and i pressed green tea on the vending machine but out fell lemon barley. ): then i went back to the foyer to eat with them and i discovered the remaining fries were gone. then i sat down unhappily to eat then got scolded by Ankita who told me to drink faster. HAHA at least they sang me this retarded birthday song that was more of a rap with my name and happy birthday all mixed up. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518162601199894279-4620442575602122858?l=soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/4620442575602122858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518162601199894279&amp;postID=4620442575602122858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/4620442575602122858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/4620442575602122858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/2009/03/rgschoir11-you-guys-are-awesome-man.html' title=''/><author><name>bianche   (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418021385265195670</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-7518162601199894279.post-8572462079096349757</id><published>2009-03-09T14:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T15:02:43.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;06/03/09--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Founder's day was truly amazing. I mean, i didn't expect to it to be so wow and everything. omg i really loved the spotlights, esp the way they automate themselves and turn around 360 degrees while changing colours.  HAHA so cool. And it was quite exciting preparing for it la, just that it was damn hot out on the amphitheatre. (: yeah then after the concert someone got me like really emo, and i started thinking of last year and how fast time really passes and how i actually managed to tell myself last year like "haha i'm only sec one man still got long long way to go!" Then i'm struck with the sudden realization that i'm alr what, sec 2, and no longer the small sec ones who are so cute and cheerful cos they're still majorly blur, and i'm starting to grow up and there will come a time when i'll no longer be in rgs choir. then a lot of my past mistakes struck me as being foolish and like wth, couldn't i have seen it sooner? then chia, loo, sabrina and me emoed outside draycott gate and sang. which was pretty retarded actually cos a lot of people were there waiting for their parents then we disrupted their peace. So, the tears just started flowing and yupp we emoed till my dad came. Then we attempted to be happy by making this stupid joke about telling our parents there were onions!! at Founder's Day which is why we were crying and had red, swollen eyes. And it was so weird cause i was very happy. so maybe i was crying tears of  joy. but hey thank you my dearest batch i'm really very touched by y'all so yeah thanks really a lot a lot i really love you all a lot i really do okay, so people who are emo, cheer up, cos a little emoness brings everyone down and a little happiness brings everyone up so happy people continue to be happy okay. i'm like trying to achieve a balance between emo and happy for all of us. and i'm not really on either side so i'll um just stand in the middle and watch y'all. but camwhoring with the choir really made me very happy. i want to do that every day. i mean, to camwhore and be happy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and sat was pretty great as well, just that i wished the thing didn't have to happen, but since it already did, never mind, let's try and get over it yeah. yupp and sorry we didn't see it coming we'll buck up for Singapore finals, yeah? Caitlan the wise said something like "when the going gets tough, the tough get going." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really love Gavin DeGraw's voice, it's so soulful, though just a bit rough. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be your dream &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be your wish &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be your fantasy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be your hope &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be your love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be everything that you need. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you more with every breath &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Truly madly deeply do.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will be strong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I will be faithful '&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos I'm counting on a new beginning. A reason for living. A deeper meaning. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you more with every breath, truly, madly, deeply do. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you, rgs choir. &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518162601199894279-8572462079096349757?l=soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/8572462079096349757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518162601199894279&amp;postID=8572462079096349757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/8572462079096349757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/8572462079096349757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/2009/03/060309-founders-day-was-truly-amazing.html' title=''/><author><name>bianche   (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418021385265195670</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-7518162601199894279.post-299512000283147512</id><published>2009-02-15T00:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T00:34:41.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Valentine's Day guys! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;hey thanks for lighting up my life and making it sunshine every day. Haha rgschoir how would i ever live without you huh! My batchmates, seniors, classmates, OM team, thanks like really a lot. Love you guys, and jiayou in overcoming storms of life in 2009, yeah? &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ave maria is damn nice! it, harmonizes with my soul. omg beautiful. eh i'm sure y'all will agree la. :D Eh thanks chloe i love your voice too please don't fall in love with me okay? HAHA. Oh and Varsha do you want Donnie Yen's picture? as in, the one where you think he's staring at you but he's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy valentine's day! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518162601199894279-299512000283147512?l=soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/299512000283147512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518162601199894279&amp;postID=299512000283147512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/299512000283147512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/299512000283147512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day-guys-3-hey-thanks.html' title=''/><author><name>bianche   (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418021385265195670</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-7518162601199894279.post-6755205584738853886</id><published>2009-01-31T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T22:11:54.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha om spont training today was fun. eeyer some people, like weiling are very pro la. they just pun and pun and keep on punning. :( oh there was like this question when we had to choose between a rubber band, a pen, and a straw to like capture a dino from Jurrassic Park and explain why. Yeah so i chose a pen and i siad it was to PENatrate. get it? yeah then i had a brainwave and i was very pleased. As in i really didn't see the gross side of it until after i said it. i don't think i'm gonna type it out not very nice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever la chloe yeah but thanks it was very nice of you to write about our batch. so. guess you're forgiven for not posting earlier. :D i'm quite touched la so i shall write a bit about your batch.&lt;br /&gt;okay. to the sec 4s 09, i think you guys are really nice and understanding. as in, i know my batch can be really noisy and disrespectful but we do respect and love y'all la. actually i thought that y'all were like cute and retarded but then i discovered that some are more than others. :D and i know y'all are very stressed about the coming year cause you're are expected to be like role models and lead the choir cause you're are sec 4s right? but anyway, really you all are still like sec threes to us like i think JANELLE's still a sec three wow so hey don't be so stressed just let go and have fun, but of course you must jiayou for us la. anyway you guys have truthfully been awesome and nice to the juniors like you try to coach and understand when we don't turn up for prac, and i'm sure we really appreciate all of that. yepp so go for it this year and may your batch bring rgs choir 09 to even greater heights. may the whole choir jiayou for 2009 and grow closer in the process okayyy. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518162601199894279-6755205584738853886?l=soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/6755205584738853886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518162601199894279&amp;postID=6755205584738853886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/6755205584738853886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/6755205584738853886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/2009/01/haha-om-spont-training-today-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>bianche   (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418021385265195670</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-7518162601199894279.post-825256172061445828</id><published>2009-01-26T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T21:28:47.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YO i'm back cause i just read my tagboard and since Janelle says blog about your dear seniors i shall, for a while. :D&lt;br /&gt;Janelle be glad that you have such a retarded junior. haha we were really very retarded when we tried to see who was the better newscaster by reading out (chloe's?) history text. ooh but obviously i'm better. :) haha i really wanna draw on your score, some time later okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Varsha dear. I did not forgot that i had a blog. I BET YOU DID stop trying to cover up for yourself. i will not be your scapegoat! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhmm. Happy Chinese New Year! it makes you so high to go around getting angpows and visiting people right? &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518162601199894279-825256172061445828?l=soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/825256172061445828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518162601199894279&amp;postID=825256172061445828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/825256172061445828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/825256172061445828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/2009/01/yo-im-back-cause-i-just-read-my.html' title=''/><author><name>bianche   (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418021385265195670</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-7518162601199894279.post-498474704842950543</id><published>2009-01-26T21:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T21:20:34.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy cny</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I think Chris Daughtry has a really soulful voice. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHLOE PAWA. :D Thanks for being so nice and retarded. Have a great 2009 and enjoy your year as a sec four! &lt;333&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chinese New year is brilliant, really. I now begin to understand why they have holidays for us la. It's because RGS girls get damn stressed up and like holidays and breaks are for them to rest. :D Cousins are over at my house. pretty cool cause i haven't seen them in a while but they're like finishing all the prawn rolls and sweets and green tea packets. :( I hope i don't get a sore throat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;having a mindblock now so shall stop. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY CNY guys! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518162601199894279-498474704842950543?l=soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/498474704842950543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518162601199894279&amp;postID=498474704842950543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/498474704842950543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/498474704842950543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-cny.html' title='happy cny'/><author><name>bianche   (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418021385265195670</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-7518162601199894279.post-6664657228567086183</id><published>2009-01-16T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T21:15:46.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YO MY DARLINGS I AM BACK. :D&lt;br /&gt;yay i finally have time to post,but it won't be a very long one cause i am still very busy.&lt;br /&gt;Had choir today haha love the sec fours and my batch they're all so wonderfully retarded. Oh today on the way home after choir- we stayed back to busk till quite late- loo saw a damn cute dog with short legs walking outside Rgs and she went "omg why is there a chicken?" and chu ren and i cracked up like nuts. literally. but nuts are crackable la. not that they're not. Then loo realized that it was a dog but she thought it was a chicken HAHA because it was running. omg what weird logic right? then loo started laughing so hard that her face got totally totally red and she doubled up and couldn't stop. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw. School has been very busy esp with om and cheer pracs that i barely have time to do stuff that i want to do. And the sec ones are so cute and adorable aww man.&lt;br /&gt;Me, Kelly, Hengyeng, Cass, and Kim went to onetwelve's class in the morning to see our juniors. and i managed to convince them (some of them at least) that i was in netball not choir because i told my mortal that i was in choir and i feared she would guess!&lt;br /&gt;Haha so i was like "Yes i'm from netball which is why i'm so dark!"&lt;br /&gt;Then this swimmer girl said: "But i'm darker, look!" (holding her arm out to mine)&lt;br /&gt;Actually she was darker but duh i wasn't about to admit it so i told her"Of course what, i'm in choir."&lt;br /&gt;Then she went "Choir?"&lt;br /&gt;Then i went "NOONONONO!"&lt;br /&gt;Then she shouted that i was in choir across the class.&lt;br /&gt;ah well. i am sure i will be able to evade any smart remarks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOH and i have to say that Sheena doesn't like butterflies. :) I was wallking with OM people to the opposite bus stop then there was this butterfly that flitted over our heads then my friend screamed and ducked, saying that she was very afraid of butterflies. Then i met Sheena and she overheard us talking so she went "ahhh butterfly! (meaning the tentative SYF piece) Oh i am very scared of butterflies too." Then she smiled very happily. duh sheena you are so cool. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There really is a lot more i want to write but time is flying and i gotta run. Okay jiayou for trials sec ones! :D ooh dear choir sec 2 batch take care of your voices there's a flu bug around! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518162601199894279-6664657228567086183?l=soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/6664657228567086183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518162601199894279&amp;postID=6664657228567086183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/6664657228567086183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/6664657228567086183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/2009/01/yo-my-darlings-i-am-back.html' title=''/><author><name>bianche   (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418021385265195670</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-7518162601199894279.post-5699802009980208182</id><published>2008-12-30T15:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T16:03:51.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow it's amazing that i haven't blogged in over a month.&lt;br /&gt;Had CCAO today, did cantemus, grease and the sec fours did somewhere out there.  I tell you they just make it sound heavenly, almost magical you could say. It's amazing huh how some little things can make you feel so happy. went down to do booth duty at 9.30am and omg i crapped so much, but overall i kept smiling and i got the general impression that the parents got what i was trying to put across. haha.　&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518162601199894279-5699802009980208182?l=soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/5699802009980208182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518162601199894279&amp;postID=5699802009980208182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/5699802009980208182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/5699802009980208182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/2008/12/wow-its-amazing-that-i-havent-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>bianche   (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418021385265195670</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-7518162601199894279.post-7895277592966473574</id><published>2008-11-25T13:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T13:47:52.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moonlight Resonance &lt;3</title><content type='html'>I haven't been blogging i know. :D (not guilty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had holiday choir pracs on tues and thurs for about two.. weeks now? Haha i've fallen in love with the taiwan/cantonese drama Moonlight Resonance. &lt;3 The actors are really goodlooking as well so combine that with a marvelous plot and BOOM. What do you get????&lt;br /&gt;I think Cantonese is one of the nicest languages to listen to. Haha so pleasant right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Burger Shop is kind of fun la, just that the novelty wears off quickly. (: Like you click on ingredients to combine them into stuff like i dunno, burgers? I mean it's a burger shop duh. And there are large fries, small fries, curly fries, onion rings, lime soda, cokes, orange soda, chocolate icecream, vanilla icecream, strawberry icecream, all the above icecreams with fudge, milkshakes in choco, strawberry, vanilla, um icecreams with cherries, salads with onions, olives, lettuce, tomatoes. Yeah and there are cookies you can stuff into people's mouth to stop them complaining, this machine called Burgerbot that helps to fix people's orders,  and powerup stuff. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now, folks.&lt;br /&gt;Ly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518162601199894279-7895277592966473574?l=soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/7895277592966473574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518162601199894279&amp;postID=7895277592966473574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/7895277592966473574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/7895277592966473574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/2008/11/moonlight-resonance-3.html' title='Moonlight Resonance &lt;3'/><author><name>bianche   (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418021385265195670</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-7518162601199894279.post-5288357213333508311</id><published>2008-11-07T20:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T20:40:01.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp RE:ACT 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;haha Camp RE:ACT 08&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th, 5th,6th of nov=&lt;br /&gt;three days full of retardedness and laughter. Except i think no one got our script cause it's all about (is it post-faction?) history.&lt;br /&gt;So what if Hitler had won World WarII?&lt;br /&gt;What if the Republicans had won the elections?&lt;br /&gt;O.0 okay i rarely use this face but this calls for it cause our script is soo complex haha but cool i must say.&lt;br /&gt;Lit calls for a poetic soul. To write, to think, to speak. To hear the wind whistling through the acacia trees, as if in a mountainous region, where a lone boy sits, and stares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahaha thank you Camp REACT I love you guys facils and my groupmates for being so wonderful and retarded. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518162601199894279-5288357213333508311?l=soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/5288357213333508311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518162601199894279&amp;postID=5288357213333508311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/5288357213333508311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/5288357213333508311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/2008/11/camp-react-2008.html' title='Camp RE:ACT 2008'/><author><name>bianche   (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418021385265195670</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-7518162601199894279.post-2392727129151899753</id><published>2008-10-31T17:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T18:18:57.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama nite rehearsal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Drama nite rehearsal was kinda fun but very very tiring. My legs were like wobbling all the way back home on the MRT haha. So, we had sec4 farewell assembly in the morning and it was really boring at first so some people went into the nearby class to play cards. (of course i didn't. :D) It was very heartening and pretty sad when the sec fours sang together and cheered. hmm i'll do that too as a sec four. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;aww rgschoir sec 4 batch 08&lt;3.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then we had rehearsal and somehow i ended up as a dancing wall hoho with hengyeng. Hmm i like 102's performance but i like ours better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Went for lunch with Claire, loo, hy and kim. AYYE went to Pastamania and ate carbonara. haha could have been better but was still fun. (: Then loo bought Gelato icecream and Kim and chia bought bubble tea and because i had a damn painful sore throat i didn't eat anything but drank C's drink whenever she passed it to me. then c's mom gave me a lift to Ang Mo Kio mrt. So nice right? :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;rgschoir sec4 batch 08&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518162601199894279-2392727129151899753?l=soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/2392727129151899753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518162601199894279&amp;postID=2392727129151899753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/2392727129151899753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/2392727129151899753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/2008/10/drama-nite-rehearsal.html' title='Drama nite rehearsal'/><author><name>bianche   (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418021385265195670</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-7518162601199894279.post-8917912017389606376</id><published>2008-10-29T13:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T13:37:17.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Netball carn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;RAWR I LOVE NETBALL CARN. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;The feeling of the wind whooshing past you as you um speed across the court is indescribable. hmm 112 didn't win but it's okay guys, we did our best and that's what matters. haha we're not exactly a sports class. Still, I could feel the class spirit and you guys cheered so loudly aww I'm so proud of you. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;WD is a damn fun position i can tell you. I mean, it's fun no matter what you're playing, and centre gets to run almost everywhere, but WD is just like cool. right loo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;The bubble tea at OSL booth tasted a bit weird but overall it was quite okay la, given that the jelly and stuff were quite nice. (: Then i got a can of 100plus. yay so cool right. and omg i got much much tanner, like darkish brown and like red too. Everyone who touched my arm or brushed against me kept saying" Why are you so hot?" HAHAHA. Hengyeng is such a sadist. She has so many embarassing photos and videos of me on her camera, like the one where i reenacted Titanic in class and the one with lots of bushes. Some people are like really pro at playing netball. AND SOME PEOPLE WENT UP TO CLASS TO HIDE FROM THE SUN haha sunshine is good, get more of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;ending here, NETBALL CARN was brilliant and for once, i didn't mind the sweat.  &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;and 112 whoohoo we got into Drama Nite jiayou okay? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518162601199894279-8917912017389606376?l=soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/8917912017389606376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518162601199894279&amp;postID=8917912017389606376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/8917912017389606376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/8917912017389606376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/2008/10/netball-carn.html' title='Netball carn'/><author><name>bianche   (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418021385265195670</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-7518162601199894279.post-135349948940441146</id><published>2008-10-24T20:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T20:35:03.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;RGS CHOIR 08! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;oh my what retarded seniors i have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Choir was retarded to a superb extent. haha loo and i had sectionals with chloe and janelle in the piano room and after we learnt "under the sea" we went into spasms and went crazy hahahaha. Loo and Chloe were trying to sing some chinese song that me and Janelle didn't know so we both added random YOs and harmonized with the music and totally spoilt the song. Whoo Janelle we are so good, no? Then they both made me and loo do a forfeit for not coming up to the piano, which in their simple minds is the idea of playing a game in which they bang out random chords on the piano and me and loo have to come up with a melody and a song and it was damn funny and we made up songs about varsha and janelle. hmmm something like: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;"oooh there was a girl called Varshaaaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;(Pauses) she was in choir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;andddd she was so so cute!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;LOO WE ROCK DON'T WE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sunshine days wouldn't be so bright;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;if it wasn't for rgs choir. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;haha loo just called me chia on msn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;RGS CHOIR 08, LIKE SUNSHINE is one thing i'll never forget. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518162601199894279-135349948940441146?l=soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/135349948940441146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518162601199894279&amp;postID=135349948940441146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/135349948940441146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/135349948940441146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/2008/10/rgs-choir-08-3-oh-my-what-retarded.html' title=''/><author><name>bianche   (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418021385265195670</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-7518162601199894279.post-7943425741743160354</id><published>2008-10-21T19:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T20:17:37.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Welcome to the loser corner. &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's where cool people sing all day. (in a corner)&lt;br /&gt;omg busking problem do leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;112 forward for drama night! :) I know you guys can do it! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;NETBALL CARN- shoot, 112!&lt;br /&gt;i'm WD. It's a cool position.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518162601199894279-7943425741743160354?l=soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/7943425741743160354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518162601199894279&amp;postID=7943425741743160354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/7943425741743160354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/7943425741743160354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/2008/10/welcome-to-loser-corner.html' title=''/><author><name>bianche   (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418021385265195670</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-7518162601199894279.post-2791639498327862850</id><published>2008-10-20T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T21:36:04.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i must say, cheat is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except that i keep on losing and always end up with a huge deck of cards when everyone has already finished the game. hmm but i can usually tell when someone cheats cause by that time i almost have the whole deck (cause i keep losing) and so i know when someone's cheating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL YOU LOSERS- sabrina, kim, chu ren, hengyeng- watch out. i'm honing my skills at home.&lt;br /&gt;haha i already told sabrina that it's not counted in Snap unless you say SNAP/STRESS.&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina(later on in the game. She sees the matching cards on both decks): AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Bianche: SNAP!&lt;br /&gt;omg. i already told you s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw. Churen and i were collecting marksheets for El and lit, as well as lit anthos for the class and we mistook the EL oral sheet for lit antho and got all flustered. Then we laughed at our mistake.&lt;br /&gt;omb so we took the "lit antho" marksheet. then someone told us it was lit EYA.&lt;br /&gt;oh my. look i know it sounds weird here but it was funny la. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheerleading tryouts were bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518162601199894279-2791639498327862850?l=soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/2791639498327862850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518162601199894279&amp;postID=2791639498327862850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/2791639498327862850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/2791639498327862850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-must-say-cheat-is-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>bianche   (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418021385265195670</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-7518162601199894279.post-3104936778247280967</id><published>2008-10-08T12:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T12:23:23.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just two more days and i'm free omg omg. YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things i wanna do after EOYS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Sing and sing and busk! :D&lt;br /&gt;2. Dance the rumba around class.&lt;br /&gt;3. CHOIR CHOIR CHOIR. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;4. Go out with someone&lt;br /&gt;5. Go to someone's house&lt;br /&gt;6. Listen to songs&lt;br /&gt;7. Watch my recorded "The Island"&lt;br /&gt;8. Slack and trash places.&lt;br /&gt;9. Love people more than i ever did. :)&lt;br /&gt;10. Stand in the rain and sing without a care.&lt;br /&gt;11. Eat nice food!&lt;br /&gt;12. Laugh at people who still have exams&lt;br /&gt;13. Draw potatoes!&lt;br /&gt;14. Sit down with a good book&lt;br /&gt;15. Go shopping&lt;br /&gt;16. Organize a chalet&lt;br /&gt;17. Eat lunch with someone&lt;br /&gt;18. Smile at teachers wherever i go&lt;br /&gt;19. Watch a sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay shall go mug bio now byebye. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518162601199894279-3104936778247280967?l=soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/3104936778247280967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518162601199894279&amp;postID=3104936778247280967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/3104936778247280967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/3104936778247280967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-two-more-days-and-im-free-omg-omg.html' title=''/><author><name>bianche   (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418021385265195670</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-7518162601199894279.post-6294078196791982198</id><published>2008-10-02T16:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T16:39:49.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is part of a conversation that i had with c, loo and s. pretty cool. and the reason why i am posting conversations is cause it's EOYS! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHENGYI   rgschoir(: says: kk....byebye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHENGYI   rgschoir(: says:!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frenemies. {being attacked} says:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frenemies. {being attacked} says:LOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frenemies. {being attacked} says:D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i once thought u would be different./do u trust me?/-RGS choir the ♥ says:huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 (being harassed by tablets) says:loo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 (being harassed by tablets) says:don't go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 (being harassed by tablets) says:AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 (being harassed by tablets) says:loo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 (being harassed by tablets) says:LOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 (being harassed by tablets) says:LOOO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frenemies. {being attacked} says:D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 (being harassed by tablets) says:c!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 (being harassed by tablets) says:we are all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHENGYI   rgschoir(: says:relax people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 (being harassed by tablets) says:LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 (being harassed by tablets) says:you are back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHENGYI   rgschoir(: says:haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHENGYI   rgschoir(: says:actually, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHENGYI   rgschoir(: says: CHENGYI   rgschoir(: says:bye again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 (being harassed by tablets) says:OIIIIIIIII&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 (being harassed by tablets) says:no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i once thought u would be different./do u trust me?/-RGS choir the ♥ says:huh? is someone leaving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frenemies. {being attacked} says:omc s!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 (being harassed by tablets) says:omg yes s it's loo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frenemies. {being attacked} says:loo is leaving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 (being harassed by tablets) says:byebye loo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i once thought u would be different./do u trust me?/-RGS choir the ♥ says:oh no! dont go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frenemies. {being attacked} says:MAKE HER COME BACKKK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frenemies. {being attacked} says:looo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 (being harassed by tablets) says:hahaa slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 (being harassed by tablets) says:LO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 (being harassed by tablets) says:LOOOLOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 (being harassed by tablets) says:i will never hug you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 (being harassed by tablets) says:i will not&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518162601199894279-6294078196791982198?l=soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/6294078196791982198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518162601199894279&amp;postID=6294078196791982198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/6294078196791982198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/6294078196791982198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-part-of-conversation-that-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>bianche   (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418021385265195670</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-7518162601199894279.post-2684059715345920669</id><published>2008-09-30T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T23:29:06.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg MEP was so so fun!&lt;br /&gt;Jeopardy ftw! :) Basically it was like the groups take turns to choose a question each, then we listen to the extract and identify the piece, compo technique, cadence, intrumentation, vocal techinque and so on. haha i wasn't really looking forward to it but i am now. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha turns out me and Sabrina know all the quirky stuff like ACSI school anthem but not classcial and orchestral stuff. We called ourselves STRAWBERRY TOFU cause it's a cool cool name. Some pieces are really nice, especially those majestic orchestral ones. Hmm Mr Xu let us see this damn cool Honda choir video thing and listen to Kermit the frog sing the Rainbow Connection, and listen to "gummi bear" whatever that is and Darth Varder's conversation with his dad in Hokkien. omg i laughed until i cried. i must say MEP can be fun when it comes down to stuff like this- it's these kind of stuff that make lessons memorable. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518162601199894279-2684059715345920669?l=soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/2684059715345920669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518162601199894279&amp;postID=2684059715345920669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/2684059715345920669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/2684059715345920669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/2008/09/omg-mep-was-so-so-fun-jeopardy-ftw.html' title=''/><author><name>bianche   (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418021385265195670</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-7518162601199894279.post-5426001769260933125</id><published>2008-09-28T21:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T21:09:33.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chengyi. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHENGYI   rgschoir(: says: hey b!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 says:hello loo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 says:cheer loo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 says:you've got sunshine right beside you. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHENGYI   rgschoir(: says:haha yep i'm fine already, &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 says:ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHENGYI   rgschoir(: says:-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 says:&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 says:eeyer unappreciative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHENGYI   rgschoir(: says:you know one of my nickname's sunshine :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHENGYI   rgschoir(: says:*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHENGYI   rgschoir(: says:loller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 says:pretty suitable huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHENGYI   rgschoir(: says:really meh lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 says:wah that smiley got chopped into two. : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 says:anw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 says:why are you harassing me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 says:i'm doing bio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHENGYI   rgschoir(: says:erm you chatted me first o-o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 says:that was a LONGGGG time ago my dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 says:and you didn't reply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 says:so i went away sadly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHENGYI   rgschoir(: says:i was eating dinner (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 says:but i told myself don't give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 says:and i came back. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHENGYI   rgschoir(: says:you dq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 says:so here you have your sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 says:i had to contend with maggie mee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 says:eeyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 says:ate around five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHENGYI   rgschoir(: says:wah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 says:a bit hungry now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 says:ack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 says:but i shall not go and steal food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 says:either way my fridge's very sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHENGYI   rgschoir(: says:haha why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 says:it's full of stuff that i can't eat like uncooked sausages and mentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 says:and veggies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 says:and fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 says:tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 says:um chicken stock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 says:no drinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 says:ran out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 says:um loo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 says: you dont' mind if i put this WHOLE thing on blogger do oyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 says:you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 says:it's dunny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 says:funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 says:but you need to contribute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 says:i'm like typing and typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 says:LOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHENGYI   rgschoir(: says:i don't mind lah dude(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHENGYI   rgschoir(: says:WAIT LETS DRAW STUFFZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHENGYI   rgschoir(: says:lol at the potato fiona xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518162601199894279-5426001769260933125?l=soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/5426001769260933125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518162601199894279&amp;postID=5426001769260933125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/5426001769260933125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/5426001769260933125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/2008/09/chengyi.html' title=''/><author><name>bianche   (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418021385265195670</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-7518162601199894279.post-2737649631494322300</id><published>2008-09-27T21:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T21:19:19.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M6rF33ZFF_E/SN4yblR09UI/AAAAAAAAAA0/FsGlq4pYccY/s1600-h/Picture2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250689665005319490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M6rF33ZFF_E/SN4yblR09UI/AAAAAAAAAA0/FsGlq4pYccY/s400/Picture2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hahaa my artistic drawing of fiona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 says:claire needs to know more people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 says:she's damn cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 says:so is loo. she's the best to hug ever la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; rgschoir&lt;3               12 lotus! (: says:i agree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rgschoir&lt;3               12 lotus! (: says:loo is damn cuddly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 says:nice to squeeze and hug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 says:in her jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 says:i am too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rgschoir&lt;3               12 lotus! (: says:she's more huggable than you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 says:eh how you know you haven't hugged me before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rgschoir&lt;3               12 lotus! (: says:i have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 says:i'm nice to hug la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rgschoir&lt;3               12 lotus! (: says:i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 says:really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rgschoir&lt;3               12 lotus! (: says:we'll see &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 says:um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 says:hmmm you don't mind if you put this on blogger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 says:i like the potato see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rgschoir&lt;3               12 lotus! (: says:haha i don't mind la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rgschoir&lt;3               12 lotus! (: says:you're super weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 says:want people who think i can't draw know i can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 says:juniors are always weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 says:but i'm nice. and my brother makes up for it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518162601199894279-2737649631494322300?l=soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/2737649631494322300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518162601199894279&amp;postID=2737649631494322300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/2737649631494322300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/2737649631494322300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/2008/09/hahaa-my-artistic-drawing-of-fiona.html' title=''/><author><name>bianche   (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418021385265195670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M6rF33ZFF_E/SN4yblR09UI/AAAAAAAAAA0/FsGlq4pYccY/s72-c/Picture2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7518162601199894279.post-1436451127871178332</id><published>2008-09-27T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T21:09:48.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tiresome little tired world; says:sooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiresome little tired world; says:is the cells thing there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 says:um i see quiz for cells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me sunshine; rgs choir sop2, like sunshine 08 &lt;3 says:under suggested ans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiresome little tired world; says:WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiresome little tired world; says:WHAT THE WEIRD HECKIE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiresome little tired world; says:NOE I SEE A WHOLE LOT OF CELLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiresome little tired world; says:*NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiresome little tired world; says:AAAAAAAAAAAAAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiresome little tired world; says:AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiresome little tired world; says:SOWEESOWEESOWEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiresome little tired world; says:AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiresome little tired world; says:HAVE BEEN CHKING BACK FOR 3 DAYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiresome little tired world; says:NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiresome little tired world; says:AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiresome little tired world; says:AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiresome little tired world; says:IT CAME BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiresome little tired world; says:AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH -IN FRUSTRATION-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiresome little tired world; says:okeydokey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiresome little tired world; says:thank you bianche!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiresome little tired world; says:can ignore me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiresome little tired world; says:i shall run along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiresome little tired world; says:not disturb the busy you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiresome little tired world; says:sowee bianche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg stef you're so cute i have a stitch from laughing at you. &lt;333 and fiona. :) Stef is a wonderful person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518162601199894279-1436451127871178332?l=soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/1436451127871178332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518162601199894279&amp;postID=1436451127871178332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/1436451127871178332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/1436451127871178332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/2008/09/tiresome-little-tired-world-sayssooo.html' title=''/><author><name>bianche   (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418021385265195670</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-7518162601199894279.post-4899381040281964550</id><published>2008-09-25T18:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T18:49:00.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1.the person who tagged you is:&lt;br /&gt;cheng yi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.your relationship with her is: haha rgs choir sop 2. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Your 5 impressions of her: hmmm let's see she's nice, cuddly, her voice is cool, her smile is happy, love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.the most memorable thing she has done for you: stood by me in like sunshine 08.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.The most memorable thing she has said to you: B!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.If she is your lover, you will: eek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 7. If she is your lover, the thing she has to improve on will be: be a little shorter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.If she becomes your enemy, you will: haha i don't think that will ever happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If she becomes your enemy, the reasons will be: i'm too cool haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.the most desired thing to do for her now is: hug and squeeze! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. your overall impression of her is: huggable and cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.How you think ppl around you feel about you: very loud and noisy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The characteristics you love about yourself: i am cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.On the contrary, the characteristics you hate about yourself is: a bit too noisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.the most ideal person you wanna be: haha myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 16. For people that care and like you, say something to them: thank you so much dears for making a difference in my life. love you! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 17.Pass this quiz to 10 people that you wish to know how they feel about you.(pass to people that has blogs only,typed randomly, no preference)&lt;br /&gt; 1. Hengyeng&lt;br /&gt;2. Kelly&lt;br /&gt; 3. Sabrina&lt;br /&gt;4. Chu ren&lt;br /&gt;5. Christina&lt;br /&gt; 6. Fiona&lt;br /&gt;7. Emeline!!&lt;br /&gt;8. Mayo&lt;br /&gt; 9. Amanda Hsiung&lt;br /&gt;10. Kim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Who is no.6 having relationship with? Fiona. hahaa i would like to know. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 19. Is no.9 a male or female? Amanda. hard to say, could be gay. (omg rhymes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If no.7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing? Emeline and kim. ugh cannot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What is no.2 studying about? kelly. Ten ways to be retarded perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. When was the last time you had a chat with no.3? Sabrina. today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What kind of music band does no.8 like? Mayo. i don't know. pop/rock i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 25. Does no.1 have any siblings? hengyeng. a younger bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Will you woo no.3? SABRINA. noooooooooooooooo. never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 27. How about no.7? yes then i get to hug her everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Is no.4 single? churen hah i hopenot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 29. What is the surname of no.5? Christina lim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What 's the hobby of no.10? Kim, singing high-pitched notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 31.Does no.5 and 9 get along well? christina and amanda. yeah both in judo. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 32. Where is no.2 studying at? kelly. rgs 112, same class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Talk something casually about no.1. hengyeng. she's a potato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Have you tried developing feelings for no.8? mayo. EEK no .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Where does no.9 live at? amanda. forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What colour does no.4 like ? Chu ren. um pink? red?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 37. Are no.5 and 1 best friends? no i don't think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Does no.1 have any pets? hy. no omg the pet would die under her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 39. Is no.7 the sexiest person in the world? Emeline. AHHHHHHHH. um perhaps to people like Sabrina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. What is no. 10 doing now? Kim. probably singing/ mugging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg sabrina is soo retarded. we were doing a scene from titantic in class(the part where they lean over the rail). Me(as Jack): Do you trust me, Rose? Sabrina(as Rose): um.. alittle. What the she's supposed to say&lt;em&gt; i trust you, Jack&lt;/em&gt;. She didn't even watch the movie. :(&lt;br /&gt;and then i held out both our arms and said: Now open your eyes, Rose.&lt;br /&gt;it was all so cool and romantic then bodohead sabrina had to go AHHH I'm FLYING JACK! (flaps arms up and down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was worse with Kelly as Rose.&lt;br /&gt;They should give me Jack's role and reenact Titanic. I would totally WHOOO as jack i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Titanic is just so.. sad and romantic and it touches my heart in an explicable way. guess it's one of those movies that just touch you. hoho. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY FIONA DEAR! &lt;3 Wait till i grow somemore then i'll be taller than you! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518162601199894279-4899381040281964550?l=soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/4899381040281964550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518162601199894279&amp;postID=4899381040281964550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/4899381040281964550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/4899381040281964550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/2008/09/1.html' title=''/><author><name>bianche   (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418021385265195670</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-7518162601199894279.post-7495602245916430813</id><published>2008-09-23T20:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T20:16:05.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choir prac</title><content type='html'>haha i love choir like oh so much! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiona and Mich came back during prac today to crash choir. Mich said that she saw me walking at J blk and said that my walk was flouncy. Ack whatever's flouncy? She said it means that i um bounce when i walk, which i suppose is cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha fiona came up during lunch and flung her arms round me and c.&lt;br /&gt;Me(with back to her): eek who's that? Churen! Hengyeng.&lt;br /&gt;(seeing startled expressions on Sabrina's and chengyi's faces)&lt;br /&gt;Nooo don't say let me guess.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i turned around and um it was Fiona. So embarassing! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told chloe that my brother liked her and how" her hair blows in the wind" as i put it.&lt;br /&gt;My brother's called Michael Lim Yi Rong, Sec Three, Raffles Chorale, Assistant conductor.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha he doesn't even exist. Kim and Sabrina and I fiddled around with the drum kit in the keyboard room omg was super noisy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rgs choir 08!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518162601199894279-7495602245916430813?l=soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/7495602245916430813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518162601199894279&amp;postID=7495602245916430813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/7495602245916430813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/7495602245916430813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/2008/09/choir-prac.html' title='Choir prac'/><author><name>bianche   (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418021385265195670</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-7518162601199894279.post-5803070974496588463</id><published>2008-09-15T07:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T08:02:59.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's ICT and i'm waiting for the teacher to start the lesson. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Kiara and Andre's house on Sat. hahaha played lamee (it's that how it's spelt) and monopoly, but i lost almost every game. Told us a really funny story.&lt;br /&gt;Andre: Then we were throwing the hamster toy thing around.. then it flew out the window.&lt;br /&gt;Kiara: AHHHHHHHHHHH! MY TOY!&lt;br /&gt;(runs to window and looks down. big fat hamster rolls slowly along the ledge then drops to second storey. I think the hamster turned black.)&lt;br /&gt;anw something like that i kind of forgot the whole story. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niece burnt two lanterns yesterday hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Niece (holding three lanterns in her hand; um who holds three lanterns at a time?): see, i hold so many lanterns.&lt;br /&gt;(proceeds to swing lanterns around.)&lt;br /&gt;BOOM! (okay that was a little exaggerated) and the lanterns burst into flames.&lt;br /&gt;Niece: WAHHHH! (FLINGS LANTERN AWAY)&lt;br /&gt;then we lit lots of candles and took turns to see who could blow out the most.&lt;br /&gt;Bianche(taking a deep breath): omg omg i blew out so many!!!!&lt;br /&gt;right.&lt;br /&gt;i blew out like 14.&lt;br /&gt;i'm good right? my sister blew out 22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm as i said speech day was mostly meaningful, so yeah, i'm looking forward to next year. (if choir's performing again.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518162601199894279-5803070974496588463?l=soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/5803070974496588463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518162601199894279&amp;postID=5803070974496588463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/5803070974496588463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/5803070974496588463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-ict-and-im-waiting-for-teacher-to.html' title=''/><author><name>bianche   (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418021385265195670</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-7518162601199894279.post-8670098846165700363</id><published>2008-09-13T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T22:16:38.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speech day</title><content type='html'>Speech day was rather cool. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emeline and me were rather high, what with telling retarded fish jokes in the balcony and laughing at Varsha's horror stricken face hahaha. However waiting was a bit boring cause we couldn't bring stuff to do. But being full of humour hohoho i came up with turtle jokes that were really funny. omg then i shushed loudly cause the choir was really loud and the teacher came across and said that the person who just shushed was too loud. okay so i hid behind Sabrina for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we stuck C's and loo's silly putty on loo's back on little spots of gold and blue. It was pretty cool for a while until um the putty got stuck on her pinafore and wouldn't come off. Then loo got really worried (i mean, wouldn't you if you had coloured spots stuck on your back omg.) Kayleigh came back to visit us but i forgot to take a photo again.  :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518162601199894279-8670098846165700363?l=soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/8670098846165700363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518162601199894279&amp;postID=8670098846165700363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/8670098846165700363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/8670098846165700363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/2008/09/speech-day.html' title='Speech day'/><author><name>bianche   (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418021385265195670</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-7518162601199894279.post-1567931203176956623</id><published>2008-09-11T16:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T16:55:24.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EEK I DON'T WANNA DISECT SHEEP HEART TOMORROW!!!&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna snap the cordae tendineae or whatever it is.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna cut the left/right atrium!!&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna see the coronary arteries!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched bio video on heart dissection today. It um, starred Mr De Souza dissecting a sheep's heart haha. Kelly and hengyeng please stop being retarded and sticking your nametag pin through the skin of your finger. hmmm tomorrow should be interesting. I'll just carry the tray and other people can dissect hoho. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I um accidentally shushed very loudly into Silvia's ear during assembly today and made her jump. Then i sang nice and loud for the national anthem. Mr Xu did some funny shooting action thing at me while i was at the canteen table and Ms Wong hit me on the head cause i braided Kelly's hair. yeah i get bullied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one minute of silence. today's 11/9, World trade centre bombing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518162601199894279-1567931203176956623?l=soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/1567931203176956623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518162601199894279&amp;postID=1567931203176956623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/1567931203176956623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/1567931203176956623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/2008/09/eek-i-dont-wanna-disect-sheep-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>bianche   (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418021385265195670</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-7518162601199894279.post-2668297926534702892</id><published>2008-09-06T17:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T17:34:00.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bio spa!</title><content type='html'>ugh bio spa totally killed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So about five mins after spa started everyone was busily peering into their microscope at something i couldn't see despite a lot of prodding and futile turning of the microscope knob. hoho i "padlicked!" this time Sabrina! i felt embarrassed you see that's why i pretended to be busily drawing smart scientific conclusions and drawing little circles on my test paper with a look of fierce concentration on my face though i could obviously see nothing through the microscope.&lt;br /&gt;(Sabrina gives me a look of panic from across the table.)&lt;br /&gt;We continue to exchange horrified and grotsque expressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms tan: If you cannot see anything, raise your hand and i will come help you adjust but i will deduct one mark for that.&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina the hopeless immediately raises her hand and swings it around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Tan(after adjusting): there try looking.&lt;br /&gt;Bianche(peering): um. there's nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Ms Tan(peering): look again.&lt;br /&gt;And peering through the eyepiece i saw cells!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio spa was fun actually but it does put stress on people who can't see stuff properly.&lt;br /&gt;anw, Mep batchmates all the best for mep my dears! :D hoho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518162601199894279-2668297926534702892?l=soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/2668297926534702892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518162601199894279&amp;postID=2668297926534702892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/2668297926534702892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/2668297926534702892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/2008/09/bio-spa.html' title='bio spa!'/><author><name>bianche   (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418021385265195670</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-7518162601199894279.post-2073214740746450154</id><published>2008-08-30T16:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T16:36:06.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacher's day 08 :D</title><content type='html'>Haha happy teacher's day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speech day rehearsal on friday got cancelled so i went back to rgps with ariel, stef, rachel lo, sabrina and c. haha totally missed the laksa i ate like 1 and a half bowls, and now they got new fishcake things that look like the heads of little mouses with black eyes and pink noses and mouths. :) caught up with lots of old friends and most of them became prettier. ooh must be like mixed school's influence or something. Then i aimlessly wandered around and saw my cute little juniors during their concert. hugged every teacher execpt for Mrs Phua cause she backed away when i stretched out my arms okay so i'm just gonna pretend she didn't see me so that's why she didn't hug me back. It was superbly embarrassing but Sabrina found it funny though i don't know why. It's at my expense ahh. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway gave my flower that i took from Alethea (haha thanks) to Miss Loo.&lt;br /&gt;Bianche: ms LOO! :) HAPPY TEACHER'S DAY! holds out card.&lt;br /&gt;Kim: Ms Loo, here. Happy Teacher's Day. (holds out foil-wrapped brownie and something else.)&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina: Ms Loo, Happy Teacher's Day. (holds out doughnut and flower)&lt;br /&gt;Chu Ren: Ms Loo, Happy Teacher's Day. (holds out a card and a gift)&lt;br /&gt;Miss loo smiles appreciately.&lt;br /&gt;well then i obviously couldn't help but feel guilty, so i thrust the flower at Miss Loo.&lt;br /&gt;Bianche: Here miss loo, take it!!!&lt;br /&gt;(tries to shove flower into hand)&lt;br /&gt;Miss Loo: It's alright, thank you dear. I already have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; oh my.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518162601199894279-2073214740746450154?l=soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/2073214740746450154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518162601199894279&amp;postID=2073214740746450154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/2073214740746450154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/2073214740746450154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/2008/08/teachers-day-08-d.html' title='Teacher&apos;s day 08 :D'/><author><name>bianche   (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418021385265195670</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-7518162601199894279.post-4201879538951848505</id><published>2008-08-25T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T21:23:11.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg these things are fun! :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[One] Who was your last text from? Maehanyi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Two] Where was your default picture taken? facebook or msn? Facebook was on steps leading to Marina Square during MEP trip. msn was during Planet Zork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Three] What's your FULL name? Bianche. oh right full name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Four] Your Current status? Offline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Five] What is your current mood? OOH i'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Six] How old are you? 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Seven] If you could go back in time and change something, would you?&lt;br /&gt;yup. I would have treasured time more with choir sec fours cause now they're gone and it's a fact that they're never coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Eight] What's your favourite colour(s)? I don't really have a favourite colour but i like blue and the pink-red thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Nine] Ever had a near death experience? Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ten] Something you do a lot? SING. &lt;3 oh i do ditzy stuff as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Eleven] Who can you tell ANYTHING to? i can tell most stuff to Sabrina, having known her for four years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Twelve] Name someone with the same birthday as you. as far as i know, no one. 17th March!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Thirteen] If you could have one super power, what would it be? I wanna fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Fourteen] What's the first thing you notice about the opposite sex? His eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Fifteen] Favourite season? Summer i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Sixteen] Do you still watch kiddy movies or tv shows? yeah i watch cool oldies stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Seventeen] What are you drinking or eating at the moment? nothing. just had dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Eighteen] What language(s) do you speak?English, Chinese, a bit of Malay and Hokkien .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Nineteen] Describe your life in one word. Brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Twenty] Do you have any tattoos? nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Twenty-one] Who was the last person you hung out with? Sabrina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Twenty-two] What are you thinking about right now? choir choir choir and how i'm thirsty but too lazy to get a drink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Twenty-three] What should you be doing? Slacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Twenty-four] Who was the last person that made you upset? No one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Twenty-five] What are you listening to? Silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Twenty-six] Do you like working in the yard? I don't have a yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Twenty-seven] Who is with you? It's just me. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Twenty-eight] Do you act different around the person you like? I'm not really liking anyone at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Twenty-nine] What is your natural hair colour?Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Thirty] Last time you were really happy? Right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518162601199894279-4201879538951848505?l=soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/4201879538951848505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518162601199894279&amp;postID=4201879538951848505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/4201879538951848505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/4201879538951848505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/2008/08/omg-these-things-are-fun-d-d-d-one-who.html' title=''/><author><name>bianche   (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418021385265195670</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-7518162601199894279.post-2074773918335245121</id><published>2008-08-25T20:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T20:52:54.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha this is from chengyi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you adjust the temperature of the shower? Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you read the labels on your shampoo bottle? sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you moan in the shower like the people on the herbal essence commercial? um if i feel like it and my neighbours are out i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever showered with someone of the opposite sex? Oh my what a scandalous question. anw the answer is no. and hengyeng/kim don't say i'm underpriviledged. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever been forced to shower with your siblings? no it was of my own accord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever brushed your teeth in the shower? yeah and over a CLEAN toliet bowl as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you ever dropped your soap on your foot? my dear my soap comes in a big bottle so if i dropped it on my foot i would have died from agony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. How old do you really look? i don't look at myself and go ooh i look 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. How old do you act? i'll say 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What's the last song you sang? How six songs collide with Sabrina before history today. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Have you recently become a member of anything? hmmm i haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What are your plans for the weekend? dinner with family friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you kiss with your eyes opened or closed? kiss WHAT? or WHO? this has gotta be more specifc must use PEEL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Have you ever ridden a mechanical bull? it's not alive is it? well no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you ever intentionally vomit after eating? yeah i'm sure that would be the coolest thing ever. let's see i would throw up three times a day, 21 times a week and about 84 times a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you were working on a pirate ship, what would you most likely be? The captain with a blackeye patch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Have you ever called anyone a? NOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Have you ever been called a? my name starts with b.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Have you ever smuggled something into America? I wanna go to America!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Does playing the guitar make a guy more attractive? depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Have you ever finished off the popcorn? yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. How many people do you think would come to your funeral? um okay weird question. SKIP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. How many of them would come just to make sure you're dead? haha SKIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you have more enemies or more friends? i hope friends hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Have you ever sent an anonymous letter? yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Can you fix your own car? i don't have a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Have you ever turned someone down for a date? um i have never been on a date. NOT UNDERPRIVILEGED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Have you ever been arrested? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Have you been beaten up? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What should you have? stuff i dream of that's like mostly beneficial to other people. can't think of an example. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you like the taste of beer? nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Have you ever died or killed someone in a dream? hello i'm so nice why would i ever do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Have you ever given to charity? yup in small amounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Would you kill a dog for $1000? err stuffed dog? no but you never know. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Do you sometimes get depressed? after like sunshine 08 and the week after that. hahaha reminds me of the time me and em were walking in the canteen to buy milo then then i looked at the milo and thought of rgs choir and started crying. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Do you live with your parents? uhuh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Do you have plans for your future? yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's done. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518162601199894279-2074773918335245121?l=soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/2074773918335245121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518162601199894279&amp;postID=2074773918335245121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/2074773918335245121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/2074773918335245121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/2008/08/haha-this-is-from-chengyi.html' title=''/><author><name>bianche   (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418021385265195670</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-7518162601199894279.post-6784878382370557972</id><published>2008-08-25T20:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T20:25:44.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tag replies&lt;br /&gt;Kim: Hahaha call me that again sounds super cool! :D&lt;br /&gt;Fiona: what can i say? I'm touched! &lt;3 anyway goodluck for EOYS though it's almost over.&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina: LOOK HERE you bodohead. yeah smack yourself man. HARD. until whatever measly brain material that's inside all comes out. (oh dear i do hope something comes out if not you'll be mortified when everyone discovers that you have no brains). anw don't fret i'll be here for you, rain or shine. :D&lt;br /&gt;AmandaHsiung: hello my dear gor! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518162601199894279-6784878382370557972?l=soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/6784878382370557972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518162601199894279&amp;postID=6784878382370557972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/6784878382370557972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/6784878382370557972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/2008/08/tag-replies-kim-hahaha-call-me-that.html' title=''/><author><name>bianche   (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418021385265195670</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-7518162601199894279.post-7556202760131789270</id><published>2008-08-25T19:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T19:39:08.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay exams are over.</title><content type='html'>hahahha math, geog and history's over today. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past week has been a blur of mugging, literally.&lt;br /&gt;Had choir last friday; about what, nineteen people ALTOGETHER turned up? It was really sad cause it brought back memories of like sunshine and the whole room seemed very deserted without sec fours. &lt;em&gt;If we hold on together&lt;/em&gt; is a nice song. :) Then mich wang and enting and weiling and i had technicals with chloe and varsha. hohoho they're so cute it's unbelieveable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire: omg omg i just died and went to bimbo heaven! (clutches at face and stretches skin there)&lt;br /&gt;Ilook at Sabrina.&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina: Oh okay.&lt;br /&gt;Claire: I needd to study!!!&lt;br /&gt;Grabs notes from table.&lt;br /&gt;Claire your bimbo ruse has WHATSOEVER NO EFFECT ON either me or Sabrina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so we abandoned claire for milo haha. :D and we um observed her from the table opposite when we came back. And for once in her life, C was totally absorbed in studying! she muttered to herself and frowned occasionally and looked up for me and sabrina to return. i happened to burst out laughing and C looked up with a horrified expression on her face. ahahaha had a really bad laughing fit and couldn't hold my milo properly and so i thrusted it at Sabrina and amazingly she caught it. I mean it's one of those rare times when she actually catches something that i pass to her. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need new shoes i think the lack of friction is killing me. i slipped THREE times at J Blk today. Once in the morning(but there was no one there yet cause i came at like 6.40 am) so it wasn't that embarassing. Then i nearly fell twice in front of Sabrina on the way to and back from the canteen. I mean what kind of ditz am i? :( I should have known better and skipped the slippery parts but i told my shoes &lt;strong&gt;come on you can do this do it for me.&lt;/strong&gt; but i still slipped unglamly while saying hi to sonia, nat and vanessa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonia, nat and vanessa: Hi! (smiles happily)&lt;br /&gt;Bianche: Hiii ahhh!&lt;br /&gt;I can't really put it down in words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518162601199894279-7556202760131789270?l=soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/7556202760131789270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518162601199894279&amp;postID=7556202760131789270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/7556202760131789270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/7556202760131789270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/2008/08/yay-exams-are-over.html' title='yay exams are over.'/><author><name>bianche   (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418021385265195670</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-7518162601199894279.post-6929355013250109878</id><published>2008-08-18T17:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T18:23:06.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha i'm really sorry to all those people out there who i err forgot to give presents for their birthdays. I really really meant to but i forgot! :( um amanda hsiung i know your birthday's in MARCH but at least it's not a year like your last birthday i still owe you a present for that one. :D and enting haha your birthday was one day after choir concert i remember distinctly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what i'm gonna try to do is to get those people i owe a present... a present. :) but if i can't please forgive me okay cause i'll be broke if i get everyone a present. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i talked to chu ren about choir today. I can't tell you how much choir means to me, it's like more than a cca but it's as if it's special and irreplaceable. :) I just realized that like sunshine 08 was the sec ones' first ever concert and i know that it meant a lot to us; cause no matter what concert's never gonna repeat itself again. yeah there are gonna be others but we won't be err the "small little juniors" who scuttle around the choir room playing weird hand games and talking loudly during choir. (ok my dear batchmates am i sorry for portraying us in such a gross way) but yup we have to face it: i'm never gonna advertise for like sunshine again (um like when i said MR LEE CHONG GUAN hall to sooo many people and it turned out to be MRS i was super mortified.:) ), i'm never gonna do choreo for sectionals and laugh at how cute cheng yi looks when she does stupid cupid; i'm never gonna feel like a sec one caught up in the rush of concert prac BUT i can tell you right here and right now like sunshine is one thing that i'll never ever forget and it'll stay as a precious memory with me forever. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rgs choir i love you! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today EL was just brilliant haha we had the "apple and orange" thingy. Amanda lee was reading out her description on scenery of this forest thing and then she went like:&lt;br /&gt;"The bird proudly perched in the tree, home to many other species of birds." (something like that)&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Yap(puzzling): What birds?&lt;br /&gt;Amanda(points to two crudely-drawn bird stuff on the tree): There. Two birds on the tree.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Yap frowns and looks closer, then bursts out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Doctored images ahhahahaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hengyeng you bodohead made me laugh till i cried with your stupid recording. :D but it was really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;Emeline: Humph i shall go now and tag it. :)&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina: Well yes there's choir tmr! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Chengyi: Hahahh that's cause i'm smarter. &lt;br /&gt;Mayo: Hello mayo i linked you already. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes before i forget sabrina did i tell you how good i am at playing netball?&lt;br /&gt;I duck when the ball comes and miss the ball totally when someone throws it at me.&lt;br /&gt;(i hope you didn't see me play today.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518162601199894279-6929355013250109878?l=soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/6929355013250109878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518162601199894279&amp;postID=6929355013250109878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/6929355013250109878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/6929355013250109878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/2008/08/haha-im-really-sorry-to-all-those.html' title=''/><author><name>bianche   (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418021385265195670</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-7518162601199894279.post-6545230666349434675</id><published>2008-08-15T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T23:05:31.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;ahhhahhaha bio interview. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yup we came unprepared for the interview and four of us sat there staring at ms tan- hengyeng, chu ren, sabrina and me. haha so sabrina had to go first cause she was the producer then she was like pointing at her organism and trying to explain. Then it was me and brilliantly i listed out the ecosystem and relationships. :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chu ren: okay so my organism has a dangling mouth. (points to paper mouth-shaped thing attached by wire to her organism.)&lt;br /&gt;(Ms tan looks critically at the organism and frowns. picking up the organism, the mouth falls off.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take one look at her organism and bursts out into laughter. Hengyeng goes HUSH HUSH HUSH.&lt;br /&gt;Churen : And it is covered with yellow wool for protection against the cold.&lt;br /&gt;Ms tan: why yellow?&lt;br /&gt;Churen(looking desperately around): Err..err because it is a random colour. and because white absorbs heat no wait black absorbs heat so err the bottom of my organism is white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina pointedly hisses: No no chu ren your organism needs to be warm and trap heat!&lt;br /&gt;Anw we got through that. Hengyeng described her organism really professionally and thoroughly. :) Then Ms tan asked us abt Planet Zork and we had whatsoever no FIXED INKLING of what it looked like. so i attempted to appear knowledgable and siad: well, planet zork is circular.. and round... like Earth! (smiles winningly). And it has a landscape of snow and ice and moderate rainfall with little summer months and long winter months. (group silently cheers me on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it went reasonably well i guess. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly (during math): Bianche can i please have another one? (points to sour snagx on my desk)&lt;br /&gt;Bianche: No kelly. Maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;Kelly: But i only had three pieces. (attempts to look regretful)&lt;br /&gt;undettered, kelly turns to hengyeng and asks her for one gummy worm. Gummy worms are really nice to stretch and their colour gradient is very eyepleasing btw. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;haha kelly you bodohead. &lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;everyone's mad about michael phelps. :D i don't really know what he looks like but i know he swims really good okay hengyeng.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518162601199894279-6545230666349434675?l=soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/6545230666349434675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518162601199894279&amp;postID=6545230666349434675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/6545230666349434675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518162601199894279/posts/default/6545230666349434675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/2008/08/ahhhahhaha-bio-interview.html' title=''/><author><name>bianche   (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03418021385265195670</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-7518162601199894279.post-5196332333757224376</id><published>2008-08-14T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T22:20:24.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humour</title><content type='html'>Okay basically today Chu ren's mum gave me a lift to bukit panjang, which was really nice of her. And i was like spluttering: "thank you auntie!" all the way hahahh. then we talked about trees and today i had control of the class cause it was El and Mrs Yap didn't come. So we gave the class work to do that she assigned and then after that we watched family guy and miss swan. hahaa it was really funny :) i love family guy but the class didn't seem to like it as such for some reason. maybe it was the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, suddenly thought abt choir today and realized how much time has passed since concert. really choir has been like a passion and a motivation for me to slog through lessons(but today geog was fun cause Ms wong did cute stuff) and though it's only been 4 months but i feel like i would never have really fallen in love with singing if not for choir. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rgschoir i love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518162601199894279-5196332333757224376?l=soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7518162601199894279.post-3186508845594926712</id><published>2008-08-14T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T21:58:29.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay sabrina.</title><content type='html'>Alright now i've got a blog. :D This is my birthday present to you dear, although i'll probably update it once a month. okay super tired it's been a long day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518162601199894279-3186508845594926712?l=soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/3186508845594926712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7518162601199894279.post-3948917363568490356</id><published>2008-08-14T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T21:46:37.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soundtrack of my summer</title><content type='html'>whether rain or thunder, i'll be there for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518162601199894279-3948917363568490356?l=soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundtrackof-my-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/3948917363568490356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518162601199894279&amp;postID=3948917363568490356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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