<?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-7172769813526356813</id><updated>2011-08-24T23:48:44.415+08:00</updated><category term='Band'/><category term='Others'/><category term='Amanda'/><category term='Emotion'/><category term='Special Days'/><category term='Lost items'/><category term='Outings'/><category term='Junes Advice'/><category term='Movie'/><category term='Quiz'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>The Cookie Conspiracy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>309</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-5595861375200875680</id><published>2011-08-24T22:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T23:48:44.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello people!! It's been so long since I posted! But in anyway, I'm gonna try to update it for awhile! Well, exams are going on and I completely have no confidence about it! 48 more days to o'levels. I really wanna do well too! I'm scared :_( Bleh. Screw it! I'll work hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straying from the sadness, is a stray cat! I met her at on 17 aug. Just last wed! Anyway she's really adorable! She's a lil kitten! Played catching with her using my shoe. She was so clumsy. Then afterwards, a malay girl came and ask me to carry it. It was abused beneath it chin. So sad : ( but holding it was nice. It didn't struggle one bit. It was so guai! Here's her picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BcLKjY9TmQw/TlUYh_TTl3I/AAAAAAAAAnk/n12f3bMLmTQ/s1600/IMG_0810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BcLKjY9TmQw/TlUYh_TTl3I/AAAAAAAAAnk/n12f3bMLmTQ/s400/IMG_0810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644444680185943922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She's tugging at my pants. Oh and she's photogenic! Always look up when I was going to take a picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Band dinner also happened last fri! It was awesome. Except wendy was sick. Thanks my juniors for all your presents. I love them. Special thanks to Geraldine for the pillow and being my batchmate. Thank you zixin for being my batchmate too! And the section. For being trumpet section. I'm really surprised by the sec twos present! Good surprised. Haha. Also, on saturday, I went to philyouth audition. Hope I don't screw up too badly! Besides that, also had quintet performance. Finally over! It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I did bio at this awesome place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m-HBNG_8xUw/TlUa4V2JM8I/AAAAAAAAAns/vwTeUe8RjYk/s1600/IMG_0828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m-HBNG_8xUw/TlUa4V2JM8I/AAAAAAAAAns/vwTeUe8RjYk/s400/IMG_0828.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644447263218021314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bishan park. Newly renovated! Very cooling. And many fishies too! I should bring you there someday! But the bridge is damn shakey D :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-5595861375200875680?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/5595861375200875680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=5595861375200875680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/5595861375200875680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/5595861375200875680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2011/08/hello-people-its-been-so-long-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BcLKjY9TmQw/TlUYh_TTl3I/AAAAAAAAAnk/n12f3bMLmTQ/s72-c/IMG_0810.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-1395684501932702132</id><published>2011-07-24T09:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T09:51:34.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;    Today marks the end of another chapter in my life... I guess all I can say is, it was nice. I think you beg to differ. You are a nice girl. And I'm sorry for getting you in this shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Since the beginning, when you messaged me, I was immediately taken by you. And since then, you've led me through great times and bad. Heh... Well, I guess you've been rid of a problem eh... It's really hard not to think of you. You appear even in my dreams. But studying helps. Haha... Can say I'm studying for the wrong reasons. Whatever lah. I'm still studying aren't I? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Thanks for all the scoldings. I know you meant well. But in the end I'm too stupid and fun loving right? Self centered bastard who only cares about feeling good myself. Glad you saw me that way. Wished you believed what I said though... It's too late now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    I love you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-1395684501932702132?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/1395684501932702132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=1395684501932702132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/1395684501932702132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/1395684501932702132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2011/07/today-marks-end-of-another-chapter-in.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-8554522223686660479</id><published>2011-07-10T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T22:28:33.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recently, in my life, there has been a huge controversy. Religion. No doubt, religion plays a huge part in our lives. And many a times, we have been forced to choose between that we love and that we believe. It is hard. But a decision must be made. Your religion, there since your birth. And love, that comes with maturing. Its really frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;    God, in the christian sense, has been appearing alot in my life lately. First with Gabriel's Bible. Then Mr Toh speaking about religion. Even in GLEE. I may not believe in him. To each, his own. God is in our hearts. I do not need to do christiany stuff to prove my loyalty to him.&lt;br /&gt;    I don't know... Right now i'm feeling really lost... Ok? I don't know what is right or wrong anymore... Telling me what I've ever known for my past 16 years is a lie? It sucks ok? You wouldn't know... Just give me time... If you still can't accept me for who i am, my religion and believes, then i'll be heartbroken... But i guess it will satisfy your religious needs... I love you... And of course i wish to spend the rest of my life with you... sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-8554522223686660479?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/8554522223686660479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=8554522223686660479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/8554522223686660479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/8554522223686660479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2011/07/recently-in-my-life-there-has-been-huge.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-3235022090954674496</id><published>2011-06-23T20:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T22:51:34.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Psychological Test ( Charizard asked me to do it )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T READ THE BOTTOM BEFORE DOING IT :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write the first answer that came to your mind. Fill it out first before scrolling down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. In front of you, you see a number of insects. How many are there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3? 2 ladybugs and an ant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You were walking through the jungle when you saw something move past you. What (animal) is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sloth! Somehow the word jungle links with sloth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You're sitting on  a chair about to cross your legs. Which side of your leg do you cross over? Left or right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You're on a safari jeep driving through the Safari ranch, and you see a lion feeding on a dead animal carcass. How do you feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda freaked! I've seen a Tasmanian devil feed. It's gross enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When you usually pour a drink, up to which percentage of the cup do you pour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pour it full! Don't like to go back and refill it over and over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. There are candles burning in front of you. How many candles are there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many! And it's everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. A ship ready to take off by the harbour, makes a blasting horn sound. How long does it go on for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You went into a room and it's all white, how do you feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blinded! And empty! Then I know I'm in non-existence! A place without space time continuum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You're walking through a desert, how many pairs of shoes would you take with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One? I'd rather not carry extra baggage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You feel like drinking hot chocolate, and you open the cupboard. How many cups are there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many many rows that don't end!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. A baby is crying, the doorbell's ringing and water is boiling on the stove. In what order would you resolve the situation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( I kinda like charisse's answer! )&lt;br /&gt;Baby, water, door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get the baby to shhhhh. The water can wait awhile because it won't kill to have overboiled water. Then the door so the guest can come in at a quiet, non- boiling water place :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. You see an abandoned property (house). Is the door open or closed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. You get on a plane for the first time. How do you feel during takeoff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scared that it will b bombed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. You design your own house and draw a house plan. In the living room, is the ceiling considerably high or low?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low! Then I can paint it easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. You see an angel of death. He said that he'll give you one day to do whatever you want before he takes you to the afterlife. How would you spend the one last day on earth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would... Be with all my loved ones!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-3235022090954674496?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/3235022090954674496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=3235022090954674496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/3235022090954674496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/3235022090954674496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2011/06/psychological-test-charizard-asked-me.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-5249773394454767428</id><published>2011-06-12T09:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T09:53:24.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO!!</title><content type='html'>Hello Chua! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS CHARISSE. Yes, I hve successfully hacked into your blogger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello hello. You're in Malaysia now D: The sexy oil palm tree land. And in a few day's time, I'm going to BALI. Heeheee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to brighten your blog up because it looks so SAD. You haven't updated since forever. D: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE YOUR BLOG!! Then we know you're not dead and dying somewhere amongst a pool of fishies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, I hope you're having fun with the sexy oil palm trees. BUT NOT TOO MUCH FUN. Maybe if you don't have a job when you're older we can send you off to Malaysia to work at the oil palm plantation and you can ride a MOTORCYCLE!! WHOOOHOOOOO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun, and be nice to your family, ok. AND YOUR SISTER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know you're very rich but please don't buy things back for me. ._. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see what you mean. Your blog just doesn't want to be updated. I suddenly have writer's block............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies. I'm going back to my own blog now. TTFN! Ta ta for now~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chari. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-5249773394454767428?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/5249773394454767428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=5249773394454767428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/5249773394454767428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/5249773394454767428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2011/06/hello.html' title='HELLO!!'/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-5345706338791900446</id><published>2011-05-24T22:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T23:26:03.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, a certain peanut has tasked me with the very difficult task of sustaining a post a day! Well, the peanut had better update hers everyday as well!&lt;br /&gt;          Haha. First up, was temasek jc's concert on saturday! Damn! I didn't where was yong siew toh and ended up in the NUS at CCAB. Sigh. I actually have a bad sense of direction! Was late and missed invictus! So anyway, TJ's concert was really fun! Haha.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fkJrD_7JR3k/TdvEWrMx5BI/AAAAAAAAAnA/3pyw0TyTQAo/s1600/188014_171331256253866_3849993_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fkJrD_7JR3k/TdvEWrMx5BI/AAAAAAAAAnA/3pyw0TyTQAo/s400/188014_171331256253866_3849993_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610293654652576786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;             Ok! Then yesterday was SCGS's Limelight! LIMELIGHT! Haha. I had my fair share of esplanade concerts! Yesterday was good. Except some annoying cracker don't wanna believe me! : ( So, I went earlier to meet the cracker and pass her her letter and royce! Whee! Everyone loves royce! I think... Haha.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LnnOFsVwaKE/TdvLzdnTB4I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/yoeKF8Ow9XM/s1600/195782_212058585486647_696321_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 51px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LnnOFsVwaKE/TdvLzdnTB4I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/yoeKF8Ow9XM/s400/195782_212058585486647_696321_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610301845803304834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;         TODAY!! SERIOUSLY FUNNY KIDS PREMIERED TODAY! Damn nice! You should watch it! It's hosted by Heidi Klum! WHEEE!! She damn pretty! But my peanut prettiest! Ok! I guess that's it! Cya tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-5345706338791900446?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/5345706338791900446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=5345706338791900446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/5345706338791900446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/5345706338791900446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2011/05/well-certain-peanut-has-tasked-me-with.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fkJrD_7JR3k/TdvEWrMx5BI/AAAAAAAAAnA/3pyw0TyTQAo/s72-c/188014_171331256253866_3849993_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-8416063984913685084</id><published>2011-05-04T19:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T20:30:17.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHHH!!! There was thunderstorm this afternoon! Scary! Hence, I wasn't able to study. It was flashing almost every second. This was actually the first time I'm so afraid of lightning. Thank god disaccharide was with me! Thank you! Sorry for disturbing your ovenbreak game though! So, i'll make this post longer by first talking about saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2fQysEcoNiM/TcFGclBfEaI/AAAAAAAAAm4/pUMveAuTcdQ/s1600/Lightning_thunderstorm_-_vista_background.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2fQysEcoNiM/TcFGclBfEaI/AAAAAAAAAm4/pUMveAuTcdQ/s400/Lightning_thunderstorm_-_vista_background.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602836868214231458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     Saturday was the first ever study group with thomas, eric, jun ping, bryan and benedict. Except benedict and thomas couldn't go. Yup! After which, i went to watch the philharmonic winds concert! They were good! Haha. Really. And that night was the latest i've been with disaccharide chan! I'll remember it! and keep the card well! Sorry for all the trouble i've put you through. I promise everything will be better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Skip skip skip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Tuesday! Tuesday was a very special day. It's TJ's and NY's SYF day! and I was there! It was truly an experience. The music was... woah... I played in TJ before and honestly, I didn't realize that they were able to play such soulful music! And NY, they are full of AMKsians. I never knew they were this good... Wei xiang's solo... Breath-taking. Yan ying and ting rui's duet, simply heartwarming. I never knew they were able to do that. Now I'm lost as to which school I want to go to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Well, I guess that's all. I just got news. Both bands got silver. Totally undeserving. They were so spectacular! Anyway, that's really all! Bye! EXAMS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-8416063984913685084?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/8416063984913685084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=8416063984913685084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/8416063984913685084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/8416063984913685084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2011/05/ahhhh-there-was-thunderstorm-this.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2fQysEcoNiM/TcFGclBfEaI/AAAAAAAAAm4/pUMveAuTcdQ/s72-c/Lightning_thunderstorm_-_vista_background.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-1450614413988663164</id><published>2011-04-12T22:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T22:34:30.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>    Ahhhh~!! Damn. My muscles are aching like crazy! All because of five items today! First up, sit ups! I passed at first lah! Then the teacher say cannot. Because no one saw :_( after which I had to do again. This time tired. I didn't pass. Next, standing board jump! I tried 10 times and passed 3 times! All of which the teacher did not see too!! Boo! Then sit and reach! Finally! A!!! 61cm! Whee! Pull ups, 2! Lucky! Shuttle run was a breeze! Literally. Everyone was so fast, you could feel the breeze! Obviously I only just passed. Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;    Shi Xian and I did an art piece today! Woah. We are doing one everyday. I mean. We did one yesterday and one today. So every day for the time being. We did the same picture but different style. Haha. Will post some photos soon! &lt;br /&gt;    Anyway, on Monday, we had... Syf dinner!! Whee! @ seoul garden at city square mall! Damn full! Totally enjoyed myself! Thanks for the feast! We went home after photo sessions and arcade!! &lt;br /&gt;    Oh! And recently, my Internet connection just sucks! Always need to refresh! Grr! I'm angry! Not. Okok. Going to sleep now! Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-1450614413988663164?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/1450614413988663164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=1450614413988663164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/1450614413988663164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/1450614413988663164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2011/04/ahhhh-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-7331185483834322678</id><published>2011-04-10T09:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T09:01:47.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>    Whee!! Today's event was xin min's homecoming! Which was really a carnival. Anyway, before heading down there, I meet up with bunnypanda and sent her to school! She has om today! And she's a kitty! Meow! They got 4th! Congrats! &lt;br /&gt;    So anyway, I arrived there at 9.30? Me being the scared cat I am did not dare to go in when I did not see any public going into xin min! I had to be invited in! Thus, missing the band's performance! Boo!!! &lt;br /&gt;    Today, I got to see the side of xin min peeps others might never get to see! They were crazy! In a good way of course. They all loosened up! At the pillow fight, lin Rui and gary were running around like mad men! Well, I guess this was a good way to de-stress. Overall, the day was fun at xin min!&lt;br /&gt;    Then, we all headed up to the hall, after the whole carnival, to witness a phenomena. Xin min band practice. They were insanely good! Like nothing I've heard! A whole new level altogether! With occasional glitches which are inevitable. Thanks!! As they finished their Masada, I felt. Woah! Just in awe! Continue that up and enjoy yourselves on Monday! &lt;br /&gt;    Speaking of syf, congratulations scgs! For clinching gold! You guys, girls just made wonderful music up there! You deserved it! Continue making music! &lt;br /&gt;    Yup. I had dinner with the xin min trumpet peeps and a mystery person. It was awesome! Laughed like crazy! So anyway, thanks lin Rui, Zhen jie, hui xin, sandy, Tricia, wan Yong, Eugenia and all the xin min peeps for allowing me to enjoy today! Thanks! Oh! And also, good luck for Monday! You guys will rock the stage!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-7331185483834322678?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/7331185483834322678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=7331185483834322678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/7331185483834322678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/7331185483834322678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2011/04/whee-todays-event-was-xin-mins.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-2279183760655348569</id><published>2011-04-08T00:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T00:49:57.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>    Hmmm... Well, today, A maths test was a screw! I'm gonna get 0 for that. Completely did not understand! Bio, started on chapter 17!! Sexual repro! It's what people take bio for! Most of them... Anyway, I bought tons of coloured pens! Pink, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo! Yeah! Oh! And started on new type of art. Computing with words. It's damn cool. Will post a picture after I get one! &lt;br /&gt;    Commonwealth had their syf today! Yi Qian told me everything. Glad they had fun up there. Although it was sad those weird judges had to give em silver. Whatever. The award is of little importance anyway! &lt;br /&gt;    SCGS having theirs tomorrow! Chari!! Do well ok? Follow the example of commonwealth! They had fun and are happy despite getting silver! That's what syf is truly about. It's to enjoy making music with your band. Have faith in em! Smile! Ok? Although the judges might probably think you are gila! Most importantly, rock the stage! Your bar 100 will b a hit! Love you babe! Have faith in yourself too! You pinky promised! Here's your blog post! Whee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-2279183760655348569?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/2279183760655348569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=2279183760655348569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/2279183760655348569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/2279183760655348569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2011/04/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-8427410999111316177</id><published>2011-04-06T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T21:56:10.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>    Wow! It's over. It's finally over. SYF... In the blink of an eye, four years have passed. Students become the teachers, follower becomes the leader. It's just so fast and shocking. I can't bear to leave the band. After all, band is indeed a second home to me, providing me with warmth and friends. As juNe Ping says, we will feel empty. People will cry. But I guess, it lives on in everyones heart. &lt;br /&gt;    Well, first things first. Ang mo kio symphonic band, gold! Whee! Sigh. Although I was a little disappointed, I guess it's ok. I bet my solo wrecked our chances. I'm feeling a little happy and a little sad. Mixed feelings. &lt;br /&gt;    We spent the waiting time at Benedict's house. They were playing monopoly deal, pool or just talking. Heh. I was too tired and went to sleep. Before heading over, we did the traditional Tau pok and went to ichiban to feast! Yeah! Haha. &lt;br /&gt;    Hmm... We are really leaving the band. For our studies. I don't know how the juniors feel about that. Some maybe happy, others sad. But the thing I have to say to them, is the same.&lt;br /&gt;    Dear juniors, although we do not present you with gifts, letters or any gesture of care, we do care. For every single one of you. We are leaving. Some of you might feel lost and empty. But it's normal. You will get over us and move on, bringing the section and the band, to a greater height. There will be times where you feel like giving up. Just remember that no matter what, your seniors and more importantly your batch mates will be there for you. Anyway, just one last thing. Make music during your time at amk symphonic. Don't lower your expectations. Make every second in band count. Enjoy yourself.&lt;br /&gt;    I guess I'll leave you all with these words. We'll visit. I promise. Oh. And... We love you. &lt;br /&gt;    Time to study!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-8427410999111316177?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/8427410999111316177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=8427410999111316177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/8427410999111316177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/8427410999111316177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2011/04/wow-its-over_06.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-6659678394035061676</id><published>2011-04-04T22:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T22:35:24.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>    Let's see... 11 hours plus still SYF. What should I feel? Ahh!!! I feel super anxious. I'm currently at juNe Ping's! House! It's because my house was too far. Well, actually, not. It's because we have to report in school by... 5.30! Ah! Well, Although his house is not big and may not be luxurious, its comfy and humble. I love it! Thanks juNe ping! &lt;br /&gt;    Anyway, today's practice was just abit of polishing and understanding what we are going to do on stage tomorrow. Ok! Gonna sleep now! Good night peeps! Hope I do not screw up! I'm gonna show the world! Go AMKSS Band! Update tomorrow!    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-6659678394035061676?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/6659678394035061676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=6659678394035061676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/6659678394035061676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/6659678394035061676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2011/04/lets-see.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-4281228648795011067</id><published>2011-04-03T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T23:58:32.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>    Aye! I can't hear you! Aye captain! Lalala~! Sorry I'm like this. It's the only thing I can do with 2 days away from syf!! Ah~! Runs around in panic! Okok. Sorry. What I really talk about is my experience in preparation for syf! On 5 April! Ok. It all started on one fateful day, when mr tan walked in with sinfonia in his hands. " let's try this " he said. It became our choice piece. Sinfonia.&lt;br /&gt;    Well, we've come a long way. From not a single sound to where we are today. Although it is far from what I expect. All that matters is making music on stage that morning. Countless hours have been spent on the pieces. That's why it's important to do it well on the day itself! &lt;br /&gt;    My section, whom I'm very proud of, are so independent that I don't have to go through the parts slowly one by one with them. Thanks for that. Just remember to have fun up on stage. Make music! Be sensitive. I'm sure we have our differences. And they are needlessly hindering our music making process. So I really want everything put behind and you guys holding hands confronting that scary stage! Work together! &lt;br /&gt;    Next, are my alumnus. They've been there with me when I'm down. Encouraging me without me asking for it. Thats what i really miss about band. The seniors just seem to be there for you without a question. That's why I wonder. Is it us that caused our juniors to become like this. Maybe if we showed my care and concern. &lt;br /&gt;    Next is bunnypanda! Thanks for always taking time to talk to me. And to listen to whatever I had to say. Offering solutions now and then. You may not think you are important in my life. The fact is, you are! I'm sorry I always seem so busy to you. So after syf, I promise! I'll make up for all the time we've lost. Oh Yah. This post is for you!&lt;br /&gt;    2 more days. I can't wait! I love you. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-4281228648795011067?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/4281228648795011067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=4281228648795011067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/4281228648795011067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/4281228648795011067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2011/04/aye-i-cant-hear-you-aye-captain-lalala.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-6229011478205535415</id><published>2011-03-01T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T22:46:41.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi Jun ping and Anila! Charisse told me to post this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worms? I hate worms. They drive me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once. They sent me to a home. I died there. Then the worms came.&lt;br /&gt;Worms? I hate worms. They drive me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once. They sent me to a home. I died there. Then the worms came. &lt;br /&gt;Worms? I hate worms. They drive me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once. They sent me to a home. I died there. Then the worms came.&lt;br /&gt;Worms? I hate worms. They drive me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once. They sent me to a home. I died there. Then the worms came. &lt;br /&gt;Worms? I hate worms. They drive me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once. They sent me to a home. I died there. Then the worms came.&lt;br /&gt;Worms? I hate worms. They drive me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once. They sent me to a home. I died there. Then the worms came. &lt;br /&gt;Worms? I hate worms. They drive me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once. They sent me to a home. I died there. Then the worms came.&lt;br /&gt;Worms? I hate worms. They drive me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once. They sent me to a home. I died there. Then the worms came. &lt;br /&gt;Worms? I hate worms. They drive me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once. They sent me to a home. I died there. Then the worms came.&lt;br /&gt;Worms? I hate worms. They drive me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once. They sent me to a home. I died there. Then the worms came. &lt;br /&gt;Worms? I hate worms. They drive me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once. They sent me to a home. I died there. Then the worms came.&lt;br /&gt;Worms? I hate worms. They drive me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once. They sent me to a home. I died there. Then the worms came. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charisse taught me that. Whee! To annoy Anila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worms? I hate worms. They drive me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once. They sent me to a home. I died there. Then the worms came.&lt;br /&gt;Worms? I hate worms. They drive me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once. They sent me to a home. I died there. Then the worms came. &lt;br /&gt;Worms? I hate worms. They drive me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once. They sent me to a home. I died there. Then the worms came.&lt;br /&gt;Worms? I hate worms. They drive me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once. They sent me to a home. I died there. Then the worms came. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;br /&gt;Worms?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-6229011478205535415?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/6229011478205535415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=6229011478205535415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/6229011478205535415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/6229011478205535415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2011/03/hi-jun-ping-and-anila-charisse-told-me.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-4177709414186244512</id><published>2011-03-01T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T22:37:20.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi Charisse!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-4177709414186244512?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/4177709414186244512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=4177709414186244512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/4177709414186244512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/4177709414186244512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2011/03/hi-charisse.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-7804946395977758801</id><published>2011-01-27T21:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T22:55:36.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whee! Here's an update about what happened to me yesterday! Really cool! Guess what happened? Here's a hint!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/TUF8SZJyCYI/AAAAAAAAAms/y0GehWxAkU0/s1600/250px-Cat_in_tree03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 167px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/TUF8SZJyCYI/AAAAAAAAAms/y0GehWxAkU0/s400/250px-Cat_in_tree03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566867269838047618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha. Don't be fooled the image. Yes, we did save a cat. But it wasn't stuck in a tree. It was in a drain D : No... Poor kitty. Anyway, it was Jess who found it. Then she came into the band room exclaiming, THERE'S A CAT IN THE DRAIN! So Hao lun and i initiated Mission, save poor cat! Haha. If it's in a drain, obviously the cat isn't in any danger and we wouldn't have to save it right? But here's the twist, yesterday it was raining and stopping. The skies were PMS-ing. So there were currents. And afraid it would drown, we opened the drain cover. It immediately ran to a deeper section. There was a ledge and it was stuck in a short dilemma whether to jump. Hao lun was like, no no no. Then it jumped! Haha. Hao lun went F*ck YOU! We chased after it. Throughout, it was meowing. Probably from the cold. After finding many ways and failing, we decided to go down the drain! God knows how dirty it was. And there was running water. Hao lun and I were so grossed out and we shouted, in the process scaring the cat driving it to the higher ledge. After that we had to move the tables and whatever rubbish was on the drain. Tired. But all for a good cost. My pants turned from green to camo too! Then I met my cute sec ones! Jamie, Chia kit, xing ni and Joelle! They are shy shy people. Played whacko like every year. And tau pok session after the sec ones left! Quite fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, everything was boring until... CIP! Whee! Really fun group I was in. And! We saw a kitten! Damn cute! It's Cat FEVER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-7804946395977758801?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/7804946395977758801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=7804946395977758801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/7804946395977758801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/7804946395977758801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2011/01/whee-heres-update-about-what-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/TUF8SZJyCYI/AAAAAAAAAms/y0GehWxAkU0/s72-c/250px-Cat_in_tree03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-3207192542377356864</id><published>2011-01-25T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T23:40:48.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm... I haven't posted since Friday! So here are my days. Friday was Em Tee Dee Sah concert! Haha. I still can remember my own! It was certainly an experience! Well, many feelings were running through the air that night. Anxiety, relief, sadness, just to name a few. Yup! And even though I did not perform, I received a present from my juniors, imagine them one year ago. And now. Hmm... certainly worth being proud of. Don't worry about your screw ups. It's just part and parcel of learning. Now, Next Stop, SYF! Haha. Charisard also made my day! Sorry for making you worry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, Jun ping and I went for Mahler's! Woah. SSO! Jun Ikebe! Haha. Mr Lun recommended his mouth piece. The one i said look like a gourd. Turns out they tailor make them! Cool or cool!? We had Sakae sushi! Pok. :_( Mahler's symphony no 9! Haha. I just realized many composers pass after writing their 9th symphony! Beethoven. Haha. Apparently, Mahler managed to cheat death by writing a symphony but he did not name it symphony no something. After which, he started on his 10th symphony. But it was only half completed when death eventually claim him. Haha. The last movement was quiet. Death. It was dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, I finally learned binomial and met up with some primary school friends to play basket ball. I haven't played in so long!! They really changed. And yesterday, Monday, We had band! Yay! My basics are getting weaker and weaker. Guess it's back to the basics! Today, I got a wound on my leg! Much like zixin's! Haha. Geraldine! Now left you le! It's so weird. I suddenly come to realize it's been a very long time since I got a wound on my knee! Wah! Childhood memories!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-3207192542377356864?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/3207192542377356864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=3207192542377356864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/3207192542377356864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/3207192542377356864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2011/01/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-8116805207169393981</id><published>2011-01-20T19:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T20:22:43.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi hi!! Sorry for not posting since Tuesday! Ok. So... Tuesday...&lt;br /&gt;      Tuesday, pe we did touch rugby! Incredibly fun. Can't wait for the real one if there is. After school there was tutoring, Mr lun introduced me to this mouth piece to make my tone darker. It looks like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/TTggqt9sB0I/AAAAAAAAAmM/_zYitXfgywY/s1600/gourd-02-300x255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 255px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/TTggqt9sB0I/AAAAAAAAAmM/_zYitXfgywY/s400/gourd-02-300x255.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564233257881175874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yup. A gourd. But it gathers air in the funnel thingy before pushing air out, thus giving it a darker colour. At least thats what he tells me. And it works. Guess how much it costs!? $300+++! Woah. Saving money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Yesterday, Haha. Guess what!?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/TTgmWjkmQbI/AAAAAAAAAmc/lOcS9gEE1xo/s1600/179065_1787449574202_1478443266_1883656_4841694_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/TTgmWjkmQbI/AAAAAAAAAmc/lOcS9gEE1xo/s400/179065_1787449574202_1478443266_1883656_4841694_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564239508563968434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cute or cute!? Haha. Their names are Jiayi, Jing yuan, Zixin, Xiao tong, Melissa and BRYAN!! I didn't name em! So that was yesterday. Oh. And we visited Nayang Poly. Hmmm... Might consider poly.&lt;br /&gt;            Today!! It was just class drama! TOE MAY TOES FTW! LOL.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/TTgoXRyTcmI/AAAAAAAAAmk/R_t822strN8/s1600/juicy-tomato-0509-lg-75860228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/TTgoXRyTcmI/AAAAAAAAAmk/R_t822strN8/s400/juicy-tomato-0509-lg-75860228.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564241719992742498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Tomorrow is MTDC concert! Go everyone! This is the final lap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-8116805207169393981?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/8116805207169393981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=8116805207169393981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/8116805207169393981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/8116805207169393981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2011/01/hi-hi-sorry-for-not-posting-since.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/TTggqt9sB0I/AAAAAAAAAmM/_zYitXfgywY/s72-c/gourd-02-300x255.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-9022795583116285923</id><published>2011-01-17T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T21:48:09.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey! Haha. Finally started blogging again thanks to Charisard! So, first up, hi Charisard! Ok. That done, let's start with a brief summary of whatever happened from my last post till now. Basically, there was band camp, Christmas and new year! Which I spent at Benedict's house. In case you didn't know, he has a cool house. I also joined Temasek JC in their inaugural fiesta! Improved my tone and got to know many people, among which is Jit Xin. Also had the ensemble concert! Was a blast despite us screwing up and my horrible mic skills! Haha. Band was also quite bad in it's standard and morale. But, after today, I'm sure everything will become better and my journey in band will end properly! That's really... The point. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;      Today, school was until 3.30! No! Haha. But I had three SSRP! Spent the time chalking the floor with Anila! Fun ttm! Here's a picture!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/TTRHzDKNPlI/AAAAAAAAAl8/fsQEXVdQ4Cg/s1600/164590_1783179747459_1478443266_1876669_6724105_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/TTRHzDKNPlI/AAAAAAAAAl8/fsQEXVdQ4Cg/s400/164590_1783179747459_1478443266_1876669_6724105_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563150382056422994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    Then band! It's been so long since we actually warm up properly! It feels damn shiok! Haha. So we did sinfonia! It was damn cold! When I went to toilet that once, I ran and ran but was still freaking cold! So that was what happened today!&lt;br /&gt;    I can't wait for Friday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-9022795583116285923?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/9022795583116285923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=9022795583116285923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/9022795583116285923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/9022795583116285923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2011/01/hey-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/TTRHzDKNPlI/AAAAAAAAAl8/fsQEXVdQ4Cg/s72-c/164590_1783179747459_1478443266_1876669_6724105_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-2872206088339430979</id><published>2011-01-16T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T21:40:05.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/TTL1DHWf5xI/AAAAAAAAAl0/DqP_L51JjG0/s1600/006_Charizard.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/TTL1DHWf5xI/AAAAAAAAAl0/DqP_L51JjG0/s400/006_Charizard.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562777923617810194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI CHARISARD! : D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-2872206088339430979?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/2872206088339430979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=2872206088339430979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/2872206088339430979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/2872206088339430979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2011/01/hi-charisard.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/TTL1DHWf5xI/AAAAAAAAAl0/DqP_L51JjG0/s72-c/006_Charizard.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-5882477726555701515</id><published>2010-11-14T01:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T09:19:19.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>20 DAY LETTER CHALLENGE ( You want me to post. And i haven't been posting. So i'll start with this! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1-Your Best Friends&lt;br /&gt;Day 2-Your Crush&lt;br /&gt;Day 3-Your Sibling&lt;br /&gt;Day 4-Your Parents&lt;br /&gt;Day 5-Your Aspirations&lt;br /&gt;Day 6-A Stranger&lt;br /&gt;Day 7-Your Ex- Boyfriend/Lover/Crush&lt;br /&gt;Day 8-Someone You Used to Talk to Alot&lt;br /&gt;Day 9-Someone You Wish You Could Talk to More&lt;br /&gt;Day 10-Someone You Hate&lt;br /&gt;Day 11-Someone You Wish Would Forgive You&lt;br /&gt;Day 12-The Person You Miss Most&lt;br /&gt;Day 13-The Person You Wish You Could be&lt;br /&gt;Day 14-Someone that is Constantly on Your Mind (Good/Bad)&lt;br /&gt;Day 15-Someone You Want to Tell Everything to, But Can't&lt;br /&gt;Day 16-The Last Person You Hugged&lt;br /&gt;Day 17-Someone You Judged By First Impression&lt;br /&gt;Day 18-The Person Who Gave You Your Favourite Memory&lt;br /&gt;Day 19-The Last Person You Made a Promise To&lt;br /&gt;Day 20-Someone That Changed Your Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start later at nite! Ciaos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-5882477726555701515?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/5882477726555701515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=5882477726555701515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/5882477726555701515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/5882477726555701515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2010/11/20-day-letter-challenge-you-want-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-5417512278619519579</id><published>2010-10-15T22:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T22:37:16.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>  Today is so much more shitty then yesterday. We got back english first. Paper 2. Comprehension, 11. Summary, 12. Total nonsense. Failed by 3. Kinda scared to fail. Physics, 22 over 50. Careless mistakes, units wrong. All sorts of shit. Chemistry, 24. Haven't looked at the paper though. Chinese. Finally something to be happy for. 53. First pass in the year. Very very scared to look at the results. You see. I do comprehend how YOU feel... Yah. You. &lt;br /&gt;  Something happened during chinese too... Ai ling is angry with me. I feel damn miserable. I think it's because I told Germin that she likes someone... That's all. I've yet to find out what she heard. I'm really sorry. Untruths hurt. Like crazy. &lt;br /&gt;  And you... I'm sorry for hanging up last night. Total jerk. I mean, it was obvious you needed company... Yet I hung up... Sigh... I love you. &lt;br /&gt;  I'm currently typing all this in Chinese. Later, there is birthday celebrations for section... But they aren't even going. I render it pointless. They really aren't having any love or passion anymore. For band. For the instrument. Pretending to be sick. I'll never know if you guys are lying. But i'm telling you. It doesn't matter to me. Because its your conscious you will be facing when you can't play. Why can't you all just love this program and be responsible... I'm sorry I'm totally sucking at this. Being a section leader. I can't even uphold morale and emphasize on motivation. Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-5417512278619519579?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/5417512278619519579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=5417512278619519579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/5417512278619519579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/5417512278619519579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2010/10/today-is-so-much-more-shitty-then.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-3737849919351814326</id><published>2010-10-14T21:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T21:29:42.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>  Today is really an eff-ed up day. I'm getting pissed. Firstly, when I was at the bus stop, planning on what to do for sectionals, " DING " Sectionals cannot be carried out. Because of farewell assembly. Ok. Makes plans of the rest of the day because I was planning to stay at school the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;  When I reach the inter change, I saw 851 and I ran. Ran like crazy. In the end, when I was at the door, it closed. I stood there for at least 15 seconds. Staring at the driver. You know what is the most pissing part? The driver was staring back at me before he drove off... I was like... Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;  Damn lah. Fancy me getting pissed over little things. Why am I feeling so easily pissed? Sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-3737849919351814326?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/3737849919351814326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=3737849919351814326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/3737849919351814326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/3737849919351814326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2010/10/today-is-really-eff-ed-up-day.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-5723370069242018847</id><published>2010-09-09T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T23:41:07.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>  Well, it has been long since I posted. Recently, something happened and it will be forever in my life. Junior band festival happened. It took place last night at ntuc auditorium. I was really proud of my little juniors whom I taught. Brendan and Zhi Yong whom i started from nothing and Aloysius and Shu Zhen who were corrected or enhanced. Although none of you read my blog, I must say, playing with them or watching them practice is a whole different thing from watching them perform on their own. This feeling, which I cannot describe just surges through your body. It's really good. I'm happy for them.&lt;br /&gt;  Other schools did well too. Chenning, Lin Rui... And that little dude who played the Majestia solo. I can't tell how much I feel for him. When he messed up the first solo, I prayed for him for the other. He did well. Nice tone. Kudos. You have a bright future.&lt;br /&gt;  And to Chenning, you did well conducting! I never saw you this engaged. Really proud of you! You had swings, guiding the band. It was beautiful. To watch you and the juniors. I can't say how much I love you. Continue doing what you are doing, yet striving to do better. I'm behind you. Figuratively and literally.&lt;br /&gt;  Lin Rui, even though you don't read my blog, you performed well, despite being demoralized by your challenge of your... Height. You were hot. On fire! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;  So anyway, junior band festival was really an experience. Running around doing jobs. It was cool. Plus, really, watching your juniors up on stage by themselves, it's really nice. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-5723370069242018847?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/5723370069242018847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=5723370069242018847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/5723370069242018847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/5723370069242018847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2010/09/well-it-has-been-long-since-i-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-9055172998757537933</id><published>2010-08-03T00:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T00:35:48.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I shouldn't have said those things to you. I forgot my place. I forgot I was too late. Please forgive me. And I promise it will never happen again, for there is another guy just waiting to tell you these stuff. It had slipped my mind that you already have someone else you fancy, yet my heart still beats for you. Love is so pain. I should stop saying " Next time, bla bla bla. " I will stop. For it is not in my place to do so. I love you so much... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-9055172998757537933?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/9055172998757537933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=9055172998757537933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/9055172998757537933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/9055172998757537933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-shouldnt-have-said-those-things-to.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-7574567618234536170</id><published>2010-07-18T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T21:50:23.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What's the use of everybody being suddenly so nice to me, just on my birthday? I mean, sure. It's nice to have those ' friends ' celebrate your birthday for you. To have a surprise party. I'm really grateful. I know I'll never be that good. But, if it's only that one day that you guys will treat me nicely, then I rather not see that facade. Sure, I know, I'm irritating and annoying. But that's just who I am. If I'm elected to be section leader, I'm sure it comes with some due respect. I think I'm coming short of it. You know, I'm still human. I still do what my mind thinks. If my mind thinks " Yah. I'm childish. " Then, yah. I'm childish. But, a section leader, is a responsibility. I have to do what I need to do. Yet it doesn't mean, I change for the post.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for what happened just now. Just to let you know, I respect you a lot ok? As a very outstanding and prominent figure in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you. How I hate your cold impression upon me. It's like a beautiful painting in the museum one could see yet not touch. I don't know what I've done to deserve this. You do not speak of my mistake and I'm expected to repent? There was once a upon a time where I felt your warmth. Literately. Maybe it's because of that? That crime? You don't even tell me how you are faring right now. How am I to know what not to do? Have you gotten back to him? Have you not? Tell me. Then I can change. You are always like a group 4 element. Subjected to many changes. Too many. I'm sorry. I've been hurt too many a time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-7574567618234536170?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/7574567618234536170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=7574567618234536170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/7574567618234536170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/7574567618234536170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2010/07/whats-use-of-everybody-being-suddenly.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-1692709955412065835</id><published>2010-07-16T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T00:00:09.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I'm just another person to you? Treating me so coldly. As though we never made acquaintance, never made friends. And never made a clique. The way you handle today's situation was so poor. I was really disappointed. After you gain your seat up there, you have became this cold, dark person I'm so afraid of. I quoted you to be, righteous and intelligent. Always standing by what you think. But I was so wrong. Not only did you not try to learn about the case, you immediately sentenced him. To be taken out of nomad. Is there no justice? You didn't try to see that he left on impulse? That is so stereotypical. And accepting things from the corrupted committee. It was so innocent before. Slowly, things begun to spiral downwards. To a destructive end. We were all once so innocent and young. I'm disgusted by what we have evolved to become. I just want things to be normal again. But what is normal when everything is so corrupted and dark? I can just go with the river flow. Even if the waters are murky and the future is distant. For I am just another person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-1692709955412065835?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/1692709955412065835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=1692709955412065835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/1692709955412065835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/1692709955412065835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2010/07/so-im-just-another-person-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-5924029523544660465</id><published>2010-07-15T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T00:52:30.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm really sorry... I've changed alot. I'm slow to realize that. And it wasn't for the better. I'm always just another problem to you. I'm terribly sorry for all the trouble and inconvenience I have caused. Yah. Maybe I'm just seeking attention and pity. I'm horrible. Recently, so many things has happened. I've gotten less understanding. I took little time listening to you. I am just always so fast to judge. Maybe, yes. We are different. We'll never meet. We'll never be together. I forgot how to listen. As I start making demands from you and you start to comply, my confidence builds up and like all over confident men, or complacent rather, tend to fall. Really hard at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since when we first met, I've had always listen to your problems, ocassionallu giving a word of encouragement. Now, being so high of myself, I tend to forget my original reason for talking to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be able have a calm mind and give non-judgemental ideas. But now, it's all about me me me! How selfish is that. I insist what I want and impose it upon the citizens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for always being just another problem. The truth is, I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-5924029523544660465?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/5924029523544660465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=5924029523544660465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/5924029523544660465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/5924029523544660465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-really-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-866102250087863484</id><published>2010-05-12T11:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T11:54:33.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ONE MORE DAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-866102250087863484?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/866102250087863484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=866102250087863484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/866102250087863484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/866102250087863484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-more-day.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-3804673977688749862</id><published>2010-05-11T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T22:25:27.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, today is 11 of May as all of you can tell from your calendars. And you know what it means? 2 more days! 2 more papers! Haha. Random muchz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-3804673977688749862?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/3804673977688749862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=3804673977688749862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/3804673977688749862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/3804673977688749862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-today-is-11-of-may-as-all-of-you-can.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-7312987313440725651</id><published>2010-05-07T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T23:18:29.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not going to be posting much recently because now is the examination period. 6 more papers! But since I'm already online, i will post about today, and you judge if i'm having exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Chinese paper 2. Wah. Damn sleepy. Read the comprehension, sleep, wake up, answer questions. That was practically the cycle which went on and on throughout the paper. After the paper, i went home with melissa, ming wei and yun fann. Decided to meet up with ming wei and yun fann to play pool. Really? In the midst of exams!? Haha. Really. And jeremy and samuel were joining us. For a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ming wei and i met up for HIS lunch before rushing off on our bikes to meet samuel and jeremy. I was damn suay today. Tio bird sheet ( shit ) Damn! We decided to race our bicycles against the bus the guys were taking. Failed. Bleh. And i got a souvenir! A blue black and some injury to my right  middle finger! Ah. Cannot run notes le. No... Hope it heals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After pool, it rained. And i realized i lost $10. Bad day. Samuel, ming wei and jeremy decided to bowl the rain away. Haha. At the bowling alley. Bowling. The sport. Not sitting in the rain collecting bowls of rain. We retreated to my house before heading to LAN. Finished and home-ed! Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-7312987313440725651?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/7312987313440725651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=7312987313440725651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/7312987313440725651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/7312987313440725651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2010/05/not-going-to-be-posting-much-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-4874396872973468412</id><published>2010-05-03T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T22:21:08.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHH~!! God! Tomorrow is their birthday! No presents. Sheet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-4874396872973468412?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/4874396872973468412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=4874396872973468412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/4874396872973468412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/4874396872973468412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2010/05/ahh-god-tomorrow-is-their-birthday-no.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-4915008359112932673</id><published>2010-04-27T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T22:13:02.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mei ping, yun fann and ming wei just home-ed. Haha. Had quite a fun day today, in school and after. First period was PE. Mini netball competition! My team got 3rd! Out of 4 places. Great job! Haha. Then was english and history which passed damn quickly. YAY! Oh. During recess right, Mei ping and i went for some training. It's for those people who fail 2.4. No. Mei ping never fail. She will never ok. She just accompany. Damn good. I finished quite fast. Run, Hop and Skip. Then later valerie joined. She damn high lah! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, was supposed to study with melissa and chenning they all. But melissa didn't want to go as it was more of clarinet outing, then we very extra. Melissa and Chenning got off the bus at AMK library while i went home to change so i could meet mei ping, yun fann and ming wei for pool at yishun safra! Ming wei and i decided to ride our bikes. Long time never ride le. We met mei ping and yun fann at safra and had a mini tournament. Yun fann damn tyco lah. Too bad never bring camera. EPIC funness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then mei ping decided we should go to my house to study. And complete SS project. Which we did. Kinda. Anyway, going to my house was damn interesting. Since ming wei and i had bikes, we kinda suggested fetching the girls, mei ping with me and yun fann with ming wei. At first yun fann with me one. But she too scared le. Plus she didn't trust me ( She should lah. I haven't fetched anyone before. ) Mei ping, the experienced one decide to trust me. And i managed to ferry her! YAY! Success. So, Had fun. Long time never exercise so much le. Happy!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S9bwtHhouAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/qQxj4M4sR8c/s1600/dexter-bicycle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S9bwtHhouAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/qQxj4M4sR8c/s400/dexter-bicycle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464819855765583874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-4915008359112932673?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/4915008359112932673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=4915008359112932673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/4915008359112932673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/4915008359112932673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2010/04/mei-ping-yun-fann-and-ming-wei-just.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S9bwtHhouAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/qQxj4M4sR8c/s72-c/dexter-bicycle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-6786583967418250312</id><published>2010-04-26T23:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T23:41:50.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Musicke is said to be the rejoycing of the heart: Musicke comforteth the mynde and feareth the enimie.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S9W0MMKUC5I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/RbGj985z4NA/s1600/mzl.bebnpzcb.320x480-75.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S9W0MMKUC5I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/RbGj985z4NA/s400/mzl.bebnpzcb.320x480-75.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464471844399877010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-6786583967418250312?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/6786583967418250312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=6786583967418250312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/6786583967418250312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/6786583967418250312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2010/04/musicke-is-said-to-be-rejoycing-of.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S9W0MMKUC5I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/RbGj985z4NA/s72-c/mzl.bebnpzcb.320x480-75.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-7702962336834692672</id><published>2010-04-25T11:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T11:40:20.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOL. Came by this on the web.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S9O5f2gdHyI/AAAAAAAAAlI/ggqjUiMSO9k/s1600/26418_383236191452_685096452_3940382_7492826_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 78px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S9O5f2gdHyI/AAAAAAAAAlI/ggqjUiMSO9k/s400/26418_383236191452_685096452_3940382_7492826_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463914729789267746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cool right. 27 valves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-7702962336834692672?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/7702962336834692672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=7702962336834692672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/7702962336834692672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/7702962336834692672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2010/04/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S9O5f2gdHyI/AAAAAAAAAlI/ggqjUiMSO9k/s72-c/26418_383236191452_685096452_3940382_7492826_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-8749879106363555179</id><published>2010-04-25T00:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T00:48:00.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S9Me7oP-7tI/AAAAAAAAAk4/rEl3CA8qOa8/s1600/SDC11176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S9Me7oP-7tI/AAAAAAAAAk4/rEl3CA8qOa8/s400/SDC11176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463744782696115922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The road up ahead may seem long and you might think it's useless to continue walking on. But don't give up : ) Because what is at the end of the road is definitely worth your EFFORT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. On with the summary of the day's events. Met up with Clique to go and get Miss Foo's cake : ( Miss Foo is leaving... Sent her away. I managed to finish my envelopes on time. Sweet! So anyway, we got her a $29.80 mango cake. Only shared by 10 people. I mean they eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MTDC, we had preparation time, 2 to 2.30. Then auditions!! Bo geng was first to go, followed by me, geraldine, zachary then jie qi. It was... ok lah. Results not told to us yet. But is decided le. So right after the auditions, was sectionals. Went through minor details. IMPORTANT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By full band, the sound of the band was nice. AH~! One of those days where all of us got the band sound. Went through Bou Shu and then Hobbits : ( Fingering still not there. When MTDC Finally ended, we handed the card to Miss Foo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S9MefFNnpgI/AAAAAAAAAkw/SAIqsn2DolE/s1600/26842_389377197426_695137426_3828015_6343271_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S9MefFNnpgI/AAAAAAAAAkw/SAIqsn2DolE/s400/26842_389377197426_695137426_3828015_6343271_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463744292254623234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had the cake and everybody went back home.... Except ME! Amanda, justin and i stayed back for alumni. They sound really good and decent!! Impressive. Especially when most of them have not touched their instrument for sometime le. But it's expected lor. The golden age people leh!! Heheh. At 9.45, we left, for fear that the teachers would come up! Done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-8749879106363555179?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/8749879106363555179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=8749879106363555179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/8749879106363555179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/8749879106363555179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2010/04/road-up-ahead-may-seem-long-and-you.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S9Me7oP-7tI/AAAAAAAAAk4/rEl3CA8qOa8/s72-c/SDC11176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-8968832642024934124</id><published>2010-04-23T23:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T23:46:41.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S9G3m4nrGyI/AAAAAAAAAkY/R0YWoNfrCaA/s1600/SDC11194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S9G3m4nrGyI/AAAAAAAAAkY/R0YWoNfrCaA/s400/SDC11194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463349701638822690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes, Life may throw you challenges and everything looks ugly. But don't give up. Cheer up...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S9G3nnQht0I/AAAAAAAAAkg/lTrbUmgd7JM/s1600/SDC10990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S9G3nnQht0I/AAAAAAAAAkg/lTrbUmgd7JM/s400/SDC10990.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463349714158204738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Because life is full of beauty and happiness : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-8968832642024934124?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/8968832642024934124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=8968832642024934124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/8968832642024934124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/8968832642024934124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2010/04/sometimes-life-may-throw-you-challenges.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S9G3m4nrGyI/AAAAAAAAAkY/R0YWoNfrCaA/s72-c/SDC11194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-6654289568362282026</id><published>2010-04-22T18:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T19:04:42.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Firstly, HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMANDA!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S9ArgHWOsHI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/cu0M3KqHXog/s1600/25586_116129705064386_100000020701021_303072_5235189_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S9ArgHWOsHI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/cu0M3KqHXog/s400/25586_116129705064386_100000020701021_303072_5235189_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462914178728505458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You are finally 15 girl! Get mature! Haha. Joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my grandma fell and bled. She got sent to the hospital. Hope nothing happens to her. Seriously. I also cut my hair with ming wei. Haha. Epic man. That's for yesterday and today! Cheer up people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-6654289568362282026?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/6654289568362282026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=6654289568362282026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/6654289568362282026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/6654289568362282026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2010/04/firstly-happy-birthday-amanda-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S9ArgHWOsHI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/cu0M3KqHXog/s72-c/25586_116129705064386_100000020701021_303072_5235189_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-4587970105851586005</id><published>2010-04-20T21:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T21:56:34.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H8ZuKF3dxCY&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H8ZuKF3dxCY&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very touching video. Please watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i had nafa 5 items. * Open mouth big big. * It was really bad. Shuttle run, sit ups, standing board jump, sit and reach then pull ups. My legs are aching now. Then during history, don't know why, i was damn high. Tsk tsk. I was lyk * super mario theme * Then mei ping keep laughing. I highed throughout history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, melissa brought min hui, chenning and i to her house. To study. I did hor!! Then many many fun things happened. Like Den Den and bubbles di siaoing chenning and huimin. Haha. Damn funny. Had lunch and finally home. Great day. Gonna do it again after the exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, Gah!! Exams. I really got to do better in my studies. Then i can relax and work on my dear trumpet!! Please wait for me Sophie! Maths, I'm really scared of them being combined. Because then, i would mix up. Sci, i really need to read up. Alot. Humans, I got to work on answering technique and contextual  knowledge. All these only!! Please! Done with my post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Ms Shirin Foo is leaving. T-T Why? Hope you succeed in whatever you do in the future! GANBATTE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-4587970105851586005?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/4587970105851586005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=4587970105851586005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/4587970105851586005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/4587970105851586005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2010/04/very-touching-video.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-6761771799599685732</id><published>2010-04-17T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T23:05:21.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Enough of my complains! ( I'm sure many people's reaction would be like " Yay. Finally. Over. " ) Ok. So let's run through my week. From Thursday. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had NAFA and i think i'm gonna fail. But still happy. Because i think i improved. Or maybe i think i did. But whatever. Because i actually sprinted. After many people asked me to run, i didn't want to disappoint them so i did. Felt damn faint when running. I saw black patches whenever i took a step. At the end, bro cheered me on and we sprinted all the way! HAHA! Damn happy! But tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday. We had exco interview. YAY! Tsk. I was like 3rd last. Damn long. Chenning spent the longest time in the room, followed by melissa, who had to go in two times! So potential leaders are,&lt;br /&gt;DM: Chenning&lt;br /&gt;BMM: Melissa&lt;br /&gt;BMA: juNe ping&lt;br /&gt;Secretary: Jia Yi&lt;br /&gt;Brass Master: Bryan&lt;br /&gt;Woodwind: Rosalind&lt;br /&gt;QM: Eric&lt;br /&gt;Librarian: Jing Yuan&lt;br /&gt;Uniform QM: Geraldine&lt;br /&gt;Web IC: Amanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Nice right?! Ok. Kool. Done&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-6761771799599685732?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/6761771799599685732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=6761771799599685732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/6761771799599685732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/6761771799599685732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2010/04/enough-of-my-complains-im-sure-many.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-9075319163974403011</id><published>2010-04-15T20:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:49:02.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pong!! Grr. Emo shit. Maybe i shouldn't even try to keep this constant struggle of being accepted as a friend. You guys never come to me. It's always me to you and no other way. I must be the one who initiates, gets ignored and being treated as though i were shit. You guys just push me away after you all get what you want. Things like psp, iphone and all those other crap. You have never treated as a TRUE friend! That's what i'm so upset about. I will never be the one you confide in. DAMN! What the Pong...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-9075319163974403011?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/9075319163974403011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=9075319163974403011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/9075319163974403011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/9075319163974403011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2010/04/pong-grr.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-4056387157911271914</id><published>2010-04-13T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T23:36:32.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woah! Finally something to blog about. Something really interesting happened to me, or the house actually, just now. It B-L-A-C-K-E-D-O-U-T!!! Yay! Not a good thing to be happy about. But it's damn cool. Like I went to try to solve the problem and i managed too! Until i had to go and push up the other plug. BOOMS! Black out again! This time cannot fix. So i went to this neighbour's house to borrow her phone and call my mother. The auntie asked me if i tried fixing, i said no. Then she explained, I went back to try, and was damn proud to fix it! Turns out the fridge was fried. Argh. The fridge. Don't die! Sobs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, my parents just went out to buy a new fridge. Cool day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-4056387157911271914?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/4056387157911271914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=4056387157911271914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/4056387157911271914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/4056387157911271914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2010/04/woah-finally-something-to-blog-about.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-6658056102114961008</id><published>2010-04-11T18:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T18:57:15.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I seriously don't get why people do such silly things they think is fun at the expense of another. Are they lacked of love or what? I don't know. Maybe they are mentally challenged. Whatever. Just take note that, whatever good impression I have of all of you is now gone. Forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-6658056102114961008?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/6658056102114961008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=6658056102114961008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/6658056102114961008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/6658056102114961008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-seriously-dont-get-why-people-do-such.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-8659542493885985482</id><published>2010-04-06T22:35:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T00:13:40.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's weird how over the past week i really yearned for hot baths and now, i just want to cool myself... Gahh! One week passed so fast! I miss Tasmania! I miss Hobart! I miss the weather! I miss the beautiful scenery! I miss LOADS OF OTHER THINGS! OLD WOOL STORE ROCKS MY LIFE!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S7tKBz4yDiI/AAAAAAAAAio/vpbINGBFTgk/s1600/25586_116129525064404_100000020701021_303027_1249576_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S7tKBz4yDiI/AAAAAAAAAio/vpbINGBFTgk/s400/25586_116129525064404_100000020701021_303027_1249576_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457036768458182178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's damn nice. As welcoming as a home. As fun as a playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the plane, I sat with chenning and justin. Chong. Kinda fun. Then later melissa came over and my secret was out. The MOD ( Movie on Demand ) was spoilt, so, scheduled movies : ( Transporting the instruments in the airport was the most dreaded and tedious thing we did throughout the trip.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S7tdClFG_0I/AAAAAAAAAjA/giC92PKQA78/s1600/SDC10918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S7tdClFG_0I/AAAAAAAAAjA/giC92PKQA78/s400/SDC10918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457057672384151362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We headed for Richmond, a small village like town. Very cool. It consists of only one street. A re-known bridge was there. The oldest bridge in Australia. They had like lots of oldest things because they were the 2nd settlement in Australia. Lunch, we had tortilla, muffin and water by the river. The tortilla was made by our driver. A really humorous guy. He was a great guide throughout our stay. We went to Hobart to check in.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S7ta8_pwtvI/AAAAAAAAAiw/egic0lWRNn0/s1600/SDC10978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S7ta8_pwtvI/AAAAAAAAAiw/egic0lWRNn0/s400/SDC10978.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457055377414731506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We checked into the hotel room very excited! They got like Nickelodeon free lah. Apparently,  the seniors got to pick their bed and they obviously picked the nicer one with a kitchen and all. Our room was very plain but comfy. It only consists of 3 beds and a toilet : ) Ryan got the double bed while juNe ping and i got a single. Each. Then dinner came at a hong kee chinese restaurant. First day and they thought we would miss Singaporean food already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, the food was average and in between waits were long. Very long.&lt;br /&gt;Second day, we went to the air walk. Not walking on air but on suspended metal platforms. When Queenie walked, it shook. Dramatically! No pictures here because I didn't charge the night before. Then lunched by another river. Sandwiches and submarines FTW! ( I'm just joking. So much veg. But thanks to the people who make it. ) Desert was especially nice! Yum! Then pizza hut-ed! Buffet man! Gorged down 5 pizza. Slices : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S73toXi0plI/AAAAAAAAAjI/pwJW3SgnUBY/s1600/SDC11021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S73toXi0plI/AAAAAAAAAjI/pwJW3SgnUBY/s400/SDC11021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457779601213531730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thursday was band practice for whole day. Actually, We had free time. Until AJC decided to take a break. Free time. Flew away~! T_T Fish and Chip-ed! Nice~! Finally something filling. Ugh. Group photo!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S73zcekmdVI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/E-4My0IheCo/s1600/SDC11033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S73zcekmdVI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/E-4My0IheCo/s400/SDC11033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457785994011374930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S73zdJ48ekI/AAAAAAAAAjY/TxgDoZrBgug/s1600/SDC11040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S73zdJ48ekI/AAAAAAAAAjY/TxgDoZrBgug/s400/SDC11040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457786005639428674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friday. We headed our butts over to Port Arthur. Had a small cruise ride. Many photos taken!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S732iHlR9jI/AAAAAAAAAjg/-EqinGNcE8U/s1600/SDC11104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S732iHlR9jI/AAAAAAAAAjg/-EqinGNcE8U/s400/SDC11104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457789389454308914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The port was really really interesting. Perhaps the most interesting site? When you arrived, they would give you a poker card. Each card represents a different prisoner. So they had 52. I managed to get Ace of Spades. Robert Goldspick. He was charged for breaking into a house. He was a shoe maker's apprentice. It's damn cool. Then there was this church where the clarinets got married. Weilin to Devin and Chenning to Benedict. Tsk. Childish acts befall our BMM : ) Then we got to the Devil's Kitchen, which was really just a cape. Nice though.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S735VK3lTmI/AAAAAAAAAjo/264jiAOTDSA/s1600/SDC11181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S735VK3lTmI/AAAAAAAAAjo/264jiAOTDSA/s400/SDC11181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457792465532964450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dinner was in chinese again! HOT POT~! All tastes... Unique. I couldn't eat beef, so there were limited things i could eat. In the end i wasted loads of food. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the BIG day. Competition. Sigh. My lips tore and obviously, could not play as well. But still managed to grasp the 2nd for junior C and 3rd ( Best March ) for junior A. Kinda enjoyed bush dance the most although we got last for that. I don't know. You will just get this feeling of achievement and that you really performed it. Really nice. Almost cried. Tears of joy after bush dance. At night, we finally had dinner in the hotel. Nice. Rice and noodles finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S738V3BImSI/AAAAAAAAAjw/33PBZ7VQ8gc/s1600/SDC11229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S738V3BImSI/AAAAAAAAAjw/33PBZ7VQ8gc/s400/SDC11229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457795775919069474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunday, we found ourselves walking into the Federation Concert hall to witness the brass opens. NICE! The cornets were hell good of a runner. Can even be compared to woodwinds. Nice and clear too. Kudos! Then we went to finally see the Wombats and Tasmanian Devils. SWEET~!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S73-FY_BKqI/AAAAAAAAAj4/AeyRDe6rw7E/s1600/SDC11282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S73-FY_BKqI/AAAAAAAAAj4/AeyRDe6rw7E/s400/SDC11282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457797692002478754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dinner was prepared courtesy of Mr DeSouza. Tsk. I didn't even try T_T It was curry and spaghetti. I ate the rice with green curry. Damn shiok. Finally eating rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S74AZ_1sE7I/AAAAAAAAAkA/9b9DU-9O1Z8/s1600/25586_116129645064392_100000020701021_303056_1845414_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S74AZ_1sE7I/AAAAAAAAAkA/9b9DU-9O1Z8/s400/25586_116129645064392_100000020701021_303056_1845414_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457800245052969906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We flew back the next day, to reality. But it was a really successful trip. I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-8659542493885985482?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/8659542493885985482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=8659542493885985482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/8659542493885985482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/8659542493885985482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-weird-how-over-past-week-i-really.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S7tKBz4yDiI/AAAAAAAAAio/vpbINGBFTgk/s72-c/25586_116129525064404_100000020701021_303027_1249576_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-8206893606692336739</id><published>2010-04-06T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T13:14:22.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-8206893606692336739?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/8206893606692336739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=8206893606692336739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/8206893606692336739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/8206893606692336739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-4056892849017038902</id><published>2010-03-29T12:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T12:48:24.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Flying flying flying~! It's so fast! Don't miss me guys! ( I really hope someone misses me though! ) Anyway, I got scolded by Mrs yeo. Cause i did not bring my physics book! Hey! I was planning to bring it to Tasmania ok!? Damn excited~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-4056892849017038902?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/4056892849017038902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=4056892849017038902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/4056892849017038902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/4056892849017038902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2010/03/flying-flying-flying-its-so-fast-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-2764430355638244208</id><published>2010-03-28T21:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T00:00:12.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In less than 24 hours, I would be in the plane heading to my proposed landfall. Australia, Tasmania, Hobart! Excited! I don't know if I will be able to sleep tonight!! Don't miss me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And damn! My blog got screwed! : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and this is the hotel.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S6989C6zbaI/AAAAAAAAAig/Xi-v4wPJJWI/s1600/standard_twin_room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S6989C6zbaI/AAAAAAAAAig/Xi-v4wPJJWI/s400/standard_twin_room.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453715061966335394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;NICE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-2764430355638244208?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/2764430355638244208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=2764430355638244208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/2764430355638244208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/2764430355638244208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-less-than-24-hours-i-would-be-in.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S6989C6zbaI/AAAAAAAAAig/Xi-v4wPJJWI/s72-c/standard_twin_room.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-5905825279266206549</id><published>2010-03-27T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T00:01:23.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 MORE DAYS! Oh yah. I forgot to mention. We upgraded to a rented apartment! KOOL! It has TV!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-5905825279266206549?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/5905825279266206549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=5905825279266206549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/5905825279266206549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/5905825279266206549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2010/03/2-more-days-oh-yah.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-3009991559002582991</id><published>2010-03-26T22:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T23:01:10.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last day of school officially before flying off on monday. Really really excited! Something bad happened today. It was out of nothing. I still can't believe she could actually do that. Anyway, melissa was sick and did not come to school. Haha. Quietness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did senior band pieces today and i made this!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S6zLBSlO0BI/AAAAAAAAAiY/E0KHx5qoylI/s1600/25146_112837102060313_100000020701021_287884_3883919_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S6zLBSlO0BI/AAAAAAAAAiY/E0KHx5qoylI/s400/25146_112837102060313_100000020701021_287884_3883919_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452956471867133970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Blue Tac trumpet. Nice right? Haha. We worked on Gondwana and Arsenal. Arsenal is damn slow. GAH!! Pulse! Anyway, Mr tan said something i think he shouldn't... " MTDC members are excused today and tomorrow. " Lol. You could hear " YAY "s all around the band room. Obviously, i stayed behind, together with jia yi, candice and bryan. The band was pathetic today.  One flute!? But sounded ok. Early dismissal and homed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Here's the trumpet prod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dpZT6wUL-_I&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dpZT6wUL-_I&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-3009991559002582991?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/3009991559002582991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=3009991559002582991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/3009991559002582991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/3009991559002582991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2010/03/last-day-of-school-officially-before.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S6zLBSlO0BI/AAAAAAAAAiY/E0KHx5qoylI/s72-c/25146_112837102060313_100000020701021_287884_3883919_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-238934464221053934</id><published>2010-03-25T23:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T23:43:50.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally! A free day off from band! Anyway, I spent my day on an incredible and dangerous journey to help king ping ping to fix his flute of peace in the castle of windworks!! Haha. Just joking. We took a very long rail trip to Aljunied then to windworks to fix juNe ping's flute. It had a lag key. That's why. Eric and amanda tagged along. And we met a new friend! K-I-M-B-E-R-L-Y! Haha. I like meeting new people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was testing out mouthpieces when we came in. She immediately stopped lah. Like very pai seh like that. Anyway, we started talking after a slight push from Mr Tan's PA. Her name was Kimberly Cecilia Ho and she hails from Chij TPY. Currently a secondary four. Her clarinet's name is Alfred and he is 2 years old. Haha. So much information! That makes me wonder. Why do clarinetists like to name their instruments? And are they all very " energetic " ? Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we tried many many instruments! KOOL!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S6uCGMCwoAI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/C3zVPHEuG1s/s1600/IMG_2923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S6uCGMCwoAI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/C3zVPHEuG1s/s400/IMG_2923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452594816685744130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S6uBsE6LMQI/AAAAAAAAAiA/aplMpu_P86c/s1600/IMG_2909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S6uBsE6LMQI/AAAAAAAAAiA/aplMpu_P86c/s400/IMG_2909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452594368094089474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nice right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really really excited right now. 4 more days! I keep imagining my time in Australia! Gah!! Oh! And I chanced upon this really good korean elementary school's wind ensemble! The trumpeter is a god~!! Judge for yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t9yd562_jXc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t9yd562_jXc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-238934464221053934?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/238934464221053934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=238934464221053934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/238934464221053934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/238934464221053934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2010/03/finally-free-day-off-from-band-anyway-i.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S6uCGMCwoAI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/C3zVPHEuG1s/s72-c/IMG_2923.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-2970897546752179382</id><published>2010-03-24T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T22:06:30.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It suddenly crossed my mind... What if i don't like her at all? Maybe i was admiring her cheerfulness and liveliness? Then this whole thing would just go back to square one. That's the very frustrating part of love. It's not certain. DAMN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-2970897546752179382?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/2970897546752179382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=2970897546752179382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/2970897546752179382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/2970897546752179382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2010/03/it-suddenly-crossed-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-4386208244380529488</id><published>2010-03-23T23:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T00:09:03.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S6jnjkKTkrI/AAAAAAAAAh4/7hQz_F3Obtc/s1600-h/08073001554443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S6jnjkKTkrI/AAAAAAAAAh4/7hQz_F3Obtc/s400/08073001554443.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451861947120325298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like talking to her! But she doesn't seem interested... : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always laugh at the computer screen whenever she types something funny out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very happy around her. Always make me laugh with her silly antics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH!! I feel so stupid now! You are so cute that you make me go CRAZY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-4386208244380529488?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/4386208244380529488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=4386208244380529488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/4386208244380529488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/4386208244380529488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-like-talking-to-her-but-she-doesnt.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S6jnjkKTkrI/AAAAAAAAAh4/7hQz_F3Obtc/s72-c/08073001554443.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-6324286563142850434</id><published>2010-03-22T22:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T22:59:47.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S6eFfb5guLI/AAAAAAAAAho/hRd1zL9OGpU/s1600-h/ec18698fd2af4c6c99e8dcdbd657966f.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S6eFfb5guLI/AAAAAAAAAho/hRd1zL9OGpU/s400/ec18698fd2af4c6c99e8dcdbd657966f.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451472649066690738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH! Utterly disappointed today : ( There was a gundam exhibition at North Point recently. My parents promised to get me something there. But when i asked them yesterday, they said : tomorrow lah. Then today, the exhibit was gone already. They were like. Oh. Like what the hell lah. OMG. I'm behaving like a little spoiled child. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was ok. School whizzed by after a few naps and playing with Lizzy, that's my twisty. Haha. I make no sense to you guys. It's the furry worm thingy. Anyway, I hate mondays! Bag so heavy : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love tuesdays though! TTM! Because... It's damn slack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banded! : ) Happy happy happy! Lips were really supple. BETTER BE LIKE THAT IN TASMANIA! Solo should not slow down! NO! CAN'T! Tone was also very nice and full today! Haha. Overall, the band sounded quite nice. I guess today was one of the nicest Bush Dance we achieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, anyway, it suddenly crossed my mind that... Next week today, We would have arrived in Hobart, Tasmania already. Woah! Really Excited!!! Time pass quickly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she says she wouldn't miss me : (&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-6324286563142850434?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/6324286563142850434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=6324286563142850434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/6324286563142850434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/6324286563142850434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2010/03/gah-utterly-disappointed-today-there.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S6eFfb5guLI/AAAAAAAAAho/hRd1zL9OGpU/s72-c/ec18698fd2af4c6c99e8dcdbd657966f.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-5701275301928980924</id><published>2010-03-21T01:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T02:14:09.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S6UQZtCWbPI/AAAAAAAAAhg/3qN-2-fzKdQ/s1600-h/107896195_552c60697b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S6UQZtCWbPI/AAAAAAAAAhg/3qN-2-fzKdQ/s400/107896195_552c60697b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450780957774081266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New acquaintances! Today, ( yesterday rather ) we had a band exchange with xin min. Reported to school at 10 and we did warm ups and went through pieces. The morning was cold. So was in the afternoon. Actually, recently, everyday is cold. A change! Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunched. I talked to some people whom i seldom talk to. We talked about lime green luggages and many more.  juNe Ping went for dental and came back with a Disney umbrella and SUBWAY~! God. Haven't have that in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shifted everything down to the hall where the exchange was going to take place. I suddenly realized that hao lun is actually very weak. Physically : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While tuning up in the hall, Xin min walked in. Heheh. First person i saw was a trumpeter! YAY! Grr... Tuning was really out for me today. Don't do this to me with 8 more days left. God bless. First to perform was the symphonic band, which consists of secondary 2s and 3s. Basically, everything was alright... Until symphonic episode. How ironic. Symphonic band can't play symphonic episode. Ok... That was... err... Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xin min was up next and they did March Blue Sky and Sunshine. At a really slow pace. It was ok. Nice section tone. They sounded together. No one sticking out or hiding. And best thing is, they blended with the band. NICE! After which, is the set piece for the competition they are going to on 3 april. Kinda ok. Although a bit screwed. GANBATTE! Flight! Adventure in the Sky, written by Mr Benjamin Yeo for MTDC. : ) They did quite well. Could use as a reference. Did anyone record? In anyway, Xin min was really good! Good luck for your competition! Do well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wind ensemble. AHH~!! Die. We did Arsenal, which sounded like a lump of sound according to mr tan. AHH!! 8 more days. I just have to keep reminding myself... Dumb! Shenandoah was... Ok. Ahh!! So many parts never come in properly. Bush Dance. The killer. Beginning was one of the better ones but not the best. We did better before. My solo was ok in the beginning phase until I was settled and rushed abit. The rest was practically ok. Part S was better. By a lot. Gondwana was ok. Except no strength already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to wrap it all up, the exchange was... ok : ) We packed up and had interaction time with our respective xin min  sections. We took a very long time before we made contact with them. Their other conductor asked me how i could play the running notes... I didn't know what to say... Just crapped. The truth is, I didn't look at that part as a running part. More of melody. Hope it will help. When we finally did communicate, they had to leave. Manage to learn their names. Secondary 2s: Tricia, Wan Rong, Jia Jia. Secondary 3s: Lin Rei, Hui xing. Secondary 4s... I only know albert and yu feng... Nice to meet you guys! Their secondary 2s are like ours. One short, one middle height and one tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole thing, I had a talk with " Soloist ". Got to know her better in terms of how she thought and all. I can tell she is damn stressed. Jiayous! Hang in there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-5701275301928980924?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/5701275301928980924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=5701275301928980924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/5701275301928980924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/5701275301928980924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-acquaintances-today-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S6UQZtCWbPI/AAAAAAAAAhg/3qN-2-fzKdQ/s72-c/107896195_552c60697b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-3438455493183364804</id><published>2010-03-18T20:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T23:09:15.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S6JCFGrU9HI/AAAAAAAAAhY/RIqM7Qc5JHc/s1600-h/soriano-afraid-running-wall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S6JCFGrU9HI/AAAAAAAAAhY/RIqM7Qc5JHc/s400/soriano-afraid-running-wall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449991154530841714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay~! Class 33 FTW~! Lol. Loving my class now. I guess... Haha. Finally went for class painting. The whole painting is very nice already! Special thanks to the main painters, namely Shi Xian, Hannah, Dione and Claire! And all those who helped out like Joshuel, Ai Ling, Anila, Zheng Di, Valerie, Delia and Mei ping. ( These are all those who came today. But also thanks to those whose effort I missed )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class was damn concentrated. Then slowly, like all kids, fun had the better of us. Valerie started painting using her hands and Ai ling, Delia and I followed. After that, I was touching up when out of no where, a hand touched my leg. At first, I thought nothing of it lah. Then i turned around. It was Valerie. She painted my leg. Then another. Added a face and body. Damn. Ai ling also followed because she wants to take revenge on me for painting on her. In the end, I had to bring to hand mans to lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And something EPIC happened before lunch. Valerie went into a frenzy of painting random people. So, she and Delia decided to paint me. I ran for it and wen kang took my place. When Valerie saw me hiding, she immediately came after me. I tried to run again but she caught up. ( Duh. Netball leh. ) In between that half minute, I was having so much fun running, I crashed into a pillar. But it didn't hurt! I felt damn stupid. Haha. Laughed it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, mei ping left and Daniel got angry because of something. Gonna spare you the details. Valerie and i decided black and white paint was running out, so we go buy. First time. I was pouring. By the time we got back, 3.20pm already. Many people started leaving. The wall is like 78% done. Better finish by tomorrow. Thank you Ai Ling, Claire, Hannah and Dione for staying until so late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/3. Probably the Best Class in the World!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-3438455493183364804?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/3438455493183364804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=3438455493183364804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/3438455493183364804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/3438455493183364804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2010/03/yay-class-33-ftw-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S6JCFGrU9HI/AAAAAAAAAhY/RIqM7Qc5JHc/s72-c/soriano-afraid-running-wall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-3466046468670643939</id><published>2010-03-18T01:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T01:58:22.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S6EXnotEMpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/_yFBijiiG8U/s1600-h/tumblr_kzbf1ctCwK1qa8o55o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S6EXnotEMpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/_yFBijiiG8U/s400/tumblr_kzbf1ctCwK1qa8o55o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449662993803784850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice sky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S6EXnI36QVI/AAAAAAAAAhA/ZiRazO7emTw/s1600-h/tumblr_kzbqs912hR1qa8o55o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S6EXnI36QVI/AAAAAAAAAhA/ZiRazO7emTw/s400/tumblr_kzbqs912hR1qa8o55o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449662985259336018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;School Bells Ring Again, Lonely Swings Again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-3466046468670643939?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/3466046468670643939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=3466046468670643939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/3466046468670643939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/3466046468670643939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2010/03/nice-sky-school-bells-ring-again-lonely.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S6EXnotEMpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/_yFBijiiG8U/s72-c/tumblr_kzbf1ctCwK1qa8o55o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-3642076884552535175</id><published>2010-03-17T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T01:31:51.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HI HI! Back from band camp. Finally. Damn tired. Especially my lips. Argh! Tone gone. So blast now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day one&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We checked into our bunks and went back for Brass Sectionals! Ah!! All the tables were taken away. Left chairs, so I made use of them since no one wants to use them anyway. Chairs FTW!! But in the end backache sia. All because of people like Owen and Eric. 8 and 9 tables respectively. WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beginning, we had lots of rest. I saw hope that my lips would not get strained. We joked around and mr tan was alright. We sight read through Eiger and Lion City Festival before finally going for lunch. Kool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH IN BAND CAMP TOTALLY SUCKS! Opps... Sorry. MTDC FOOD ROCKS! Best thing, it's free. LOVE MTDC TTM. Wow. Loads of short forms in this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senior band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showering was cool! I wouldn't say cool... Maybe interesting. Because we showered with girls. Or rather, they with us. Don't anyhow think little children. There were separate cubicles. They said the girls' toilet was full, thus the bathing in boy's toilet incident. Zhen yee was the first and thus dubbed brave by the rest. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was as bad as lunch. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had section talk. ' Our clients' information is confidential. ' Lol. And tutoring with Mr tan. We worked on junior pieces. Junior's were generally ok. Seeing lots of improvement le. GREAT : )  12 more days. Now left senior band pieces. * Cries at Bush Dance solo *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed back to band room to rehearse Eiger and Lion City! Uber Nice! Although we sight reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harmonic dreams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole morning, was dedicated to Bendemeer primary school band. They were adorable. So, it doesn't matter. Haha. Lips were already tired but i decided to play for the primary school kids. Do well! By the time they left, my tone was already blasty and non-central.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had junior band after they left and called it night after the Tasmania trip briefing and one more session of senior band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day three.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up and did senior band followed by lunch and junior band. Tiring! We washed our instruments and home sweet home! CLEAN! And i talked to some people whom I've never talked to this band camp. Cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harmonic dreams little musicians!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-3642076884552535175?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/3642076884552535175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=3642076884552535175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/3642076884552535175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/3642076884552535175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2010/03/hi-hi-back-from-band-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-6065124931574871370</id><published>2010-03-14T23:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:28:55.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S5z-T4040UI/AAAAAAAAAg4/d8vAywgJv30/s1600-h/crazy_conversation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S5z-T4040UI/AAAAAAAAAg4/d8vAywgJv30/s400/crazy_conversation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448509266836640066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band camp is coming~! Band camp is coming~! OMG! It is tomorrow! AHH!! Everybody run for your lives! AHHH~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Just joking. Band camp isn't that band... I guess. I just saw the schedule! This is madness!! No. This. Is. BAND CAMP! LOL. Epic from 300.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess from the above paragraphs, you can tell I'm going C.R.A.Z.Y! or, I'm simply just high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Enough fooling around. I'm kinda looking forward to band camp. Except for its crazy practice schedule. But it's necessary lah. Need to improve! I'm setting a higher playing standard for band camp! Hope I achieve it lah. And gotta stop being so easily satisfied! Stop lying to yourself boy! Look! I'm even talking to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss her this holiday : ( But i will see her again on Thursday! Looking forward. And class painting. HANNAH! I'm counting on you and joshuel! Ganbatte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Note: Bendemeer Primary! Don't be disappointed if you don't hear anything good from us. We just practiced your pieces for one day. Peace! )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-6065124931574871370?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/6065124931574871370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=6065124931574871370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/6065124931574871370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/6065124931574871370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2010/03/band-camp-is-coming-band-camp-is-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S5z-T4040UI/AAAAAAAAAg4/d8vAywgJv30/s72-c/crazy_conversation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-3318155769409914098</id><published>2010-03-14T01:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T01:33:39.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" When I came to, I found myself face to face with a skull. I screamed and tried to pull away but couldn’t. Looking up at my body ( Why wasn’t I looking down? ), I realized I was bounded tightly with ropes. After a few seconds of puzzled panic, I noticed another rope around my ankles, and it dawned on me that I was hanging upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The world looks different from there hmmm?” A voice boomed behind me. I twisted around trying to catch a glimpse of my captor. He was a tall ageing man wearing a lab coat. When he flashed his mad smile, I could see his obviously crooked teeth. I felt a hand coming at my face and knew immediately. Knock out. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The extract above is from the essay I'm writing for the commonwealth essay competition. Kool. Haha. Anyway, yesterday was fund fiesta cum scrabble mania. Kinda bo liao cause people were busy doing their own things, but everything turned out quite ok. I was late for school and I was dumb enough to think I would get booked. My dad drove like super fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the scrabble, was the carnival. Sian. Badge not done, people not paying money. I bought this stress ball thingy for $2. Support ying ying. I did not manage to go 4A's haunted house. Ps! Damn queue. So long. One point of time, min hui, melissa and I were throwing airplanes down the 4th level. Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We managed to start a little of the class painting today. Jiayou guys! We were the slowest to paint lah. Everybody paint le then we paint. Anyway, I saw rachel and finally talked to her. After 3 years. She damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had senior wind ensemble and it rocked! Well, not all lah. But mostly. After which, i caught a movie with trumpet batch mates and jun ping and bryan. A bit sian. But laughed quite alot! Haha. Joke. End of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are cute to the max! Moron. Make me fall in love with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-3318155769409914098?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/3318155769409914098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=3318155769409914098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/3318155769409914098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/3318155769409914098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2010/03/normal-0-false-false-false.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-1370598836063196022</id><published>2010-03-13T00:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T01:03:54.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S5pzruqfjxI/AAAAAAAAAgw/IbTH_qa2REo/s1600-h/computer+addict+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 315px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S5pzruqfjxI/AAAAAAAAAgw/IbTH_qa2REo/s400/computer+addict+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447793894355865362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah~! Last day of school! Haha. Sorry about the irregular posts currently. Trying not to use the computer that much : D Good boy. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was fun today. Chinese test. Bound to fail T_T Had band. Senior band pieces! Yay! Haha. Nah. Today wasn't good. Solo. ( Happy and playful! ) I can't believe I can't actually do that. I originally already so playful lah. Why can't do that on my trumpet? Sigh. Bush dance and Gondwana again. Could play S le. But rush. K's solo was also much better. Was actually expecting arsenal and Shenandoah. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to go haunted house. But no time : ( Sorry 4A. Mtdc! Was late because we were released late. The band was waiting for us. Ps. We did March Bou Shu and Light Cavalry. Yah! We used cornets, Bo geng, jie qi and i. Hard to reach high notes! Then home le. I went home myself. YAY : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Fund fiesta. OMG! I can still remember what i did in 2008's fund fiesta. Time passed so fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I've decided I like you! You are cute and you are not even trying! Why do you have so much cuteness? So innocent : ) I think I've fallen deeply in love with you... Damn You!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-1370598836063196022?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/1370598836063196022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=1370598836063196022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/1370598836063196022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/1370598836063196022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2010/03/woah-last-day-of-school-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S5pzruqfjxI/AAAAAAAAAgw/IbTH_qa2REo/s72-c/computer+addict+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-5553412133838272793</id><published>2010-03-09T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T23:13:20.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S5ZiZnQ0pqI/AAAAAAAAAgo/FacB-_wGrzE/s1600-h/crying-tree-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S5ZiZnQ0pqI/AAAAAAAAAgo/FacB-_wGrzE/s400/crying-tree-cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446648991526987426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AWESOMEE! Haha. Nice cover eh? Too bad it's not a flute or clarinet! Today was also kinda slack? Sh*t! No mood to study le. Need find back! Anyway, class wall painting has finally started. Hard! On paper its so easy lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian lah. I brought book 3 of Cirque Du Freak instead. So didn't read. Reading The Vampire's Assistant now. Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a day of horrors. At least for Churning ( Chenning ). Melissa has been scaring her with all of her ghost stories. Damn LOL lah. Churning like very scared lor. Genuinely. At night she got another scare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! This was from mei ping's blog. Uber touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/th6Njr-qkq0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/th6Njr-qkq0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-5553412133838272793?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/5553412133838272793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=5553412133838272793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/5553412133838272793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/5553412133838272793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2010/03/awesomee-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S5ZiZnQ0pqI/AAAAAAAAAgo/FacB-_wGrzE/s72-c/crying-tree-cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-308814100642281329</id><published>2010-03-08T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T23:04:49.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello! Bush dance solo really getting better and better already! Happy! ( No! No complacency! ) ( And no anila, its not a dance. Haha. ) We had a little section talk in the morning before school started. I was late =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda awkward, but at least some things are cleared between us. Chionged my Cirque Du Freak and finished it. Maths test is a should be. ( Should be pass ) Reading Vampire's assistant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is T-U-E-S-D-A-Y! I love Tuesdays! Because... Because... Because, it's super slacky! Pe, English, recess, history and home! But i don't go home early these days, all because i have band and slack around before going home. So, Pe, English, recess, history, band! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda is going to have her eye operation. I think. The quicker, the better. Good luck! Not gonna miss you! Hahas. Have a good rest after hor! Don't go flirting instantly =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a little kitty followed me when i was on my way home. Cute! Sorry, but i didn't bring my kitten food! ^ ^ Never the less, it played with me! Calling it cookie. Because it has spots and is brown. Like chocolate chips. Come find me next time ok? I will bring the food! I promise!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S5UR9diFjWI/AAAAAAAAAgg/IixmFjoLT9E/s1600-h/Nancyboy5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S5UR9diFjWI/AAAAAAAAAgg/IixmFjoLT9E/s400/Nancyboy5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446279071971773794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-308814100642281329?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/308814100642281329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=308814100642281329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/308814100642281329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/308814100642281329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-bush-dance-solo-really-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S5UR9diFjWI/AAAAAAAAAgg/IixmFjoLT9E/s72-c/Nancyboy5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-280957501533784336</id><published>2010-03-07T21:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T23:15:05.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S5PC7ZV1kzI/AAAAAAAAAgY/lp4Xf_q_ozE/s1600-h/MyNeighbourTotoro12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S5PC7ZV1kzI/AAAAAAAAAgY/lp4Xf_q_ozE/s400/MyNeighbourTotoro12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445910700091609906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally met up with the oldies. Jordon disappointed me! He did not make it. But never mind. So, there were jia wei, yi hui, lyn, joel lee, leslie, er yao and xue qun. Changed alot. Feel so short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about the good old times and they played around with poker cards and uno cards. Haha. There were two other teachers too. All came when we graduated. They made sushi. Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had to go le. Sigh. So many things left unsaid. Yi hui, joel, lyn and i headed to bishan where i bought Cirque Du Freak set. It was on discount, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought two studio ghibli studio dvds too. My Neighbour Totoro and Laputa, Castle in the Sky. Nice! Sudden craze for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also had a new hair cut! Sh*t. So ugly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-280957501533784336?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/280957501533784336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=280957501533784336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/280957501533784336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/280957501533784336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2010/03/finally-met-up-with-oldies.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S5PC7ZV1kzI/AAAAAAAAAgY/lp4Xf_q_ozE/s72-c/MyNeighbourTotoro12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-4609315236583632096</id><published>2010-03-07T01:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T01:53:20.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S5KVVL5jUAI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Xo450Vs5cqs/s1600-h/hanging_thread.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S5KVVL5jUAI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Xo450Vs5cqs/s400/hanging_thread.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445579090648322050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you feel so offended if you know you tried your best? Maybe subconsciously you might be thinking you did not do your best? But i'm sure you know best. Not trying to imply anything. I'm sure i do things wrongly at some point of time, but don't tell me you deny that your batch is not working hard enough? You say you beginning to hate my batch. But have you thought why i even bothered typed this out? It's because our sl is always "busy" and don't have time to teach you. Like someone mentioned, so what if one person puts in his/her best? It would not help is his/her peers are not thinking the same. It's a joint effort. Keep hanging on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-4609315236583632096?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/4609315236583632096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=4609315236583632096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/4609315236583632096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/4609315236583632096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2010/03/why-do-you-feel-so-offended-if-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S5KVVL5jUAI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Xo450Vs5cqs/s72-c/hanging_thread.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-6039549713634827905</id><published>2010-03-06T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T23:31:04.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I suck! Totally. Haha. Self Pwn. Anyway, today band was not good for me. My lips were strained. Limited vibration. Sh*t! Sigh... Did junior band... Skip skip skip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MTDC. Tone sucked, too restless, keep getting wrong notes. Wtf went wrong today? Even Geraldine feels this way. GRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In full band, Bo geng was featured through the Thro the Rye in Swing solo. Everybody looking up to him now. But we know. Haha. Nice fake at the back! ( Not Jealous and trying to make him look bad. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's practically my whole day. Tomorrow, I will have tuition before going to 邱老师's house. Looking foward to my old buddies, especially jia wei and jordon! Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S5JwDjXFFlI/AAAAAAAAAgA/4623-hs8Oi4/s1600-h/love-picture-kiss-young-couple-teointarifa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S5JwDjXFFlI/AAAAAAAAAgA/4623-hs8Oi4/s400/love-picture-kiss-young-couple-teointarifa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445538105778312786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why is everybody currently in love?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-6039549713634827905?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/6039549713634827905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=6039549713634827905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/6039549713634827905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/6039549713634827905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-suck-totally.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S5JwDjXFFlI/AAAAAAAAAgA/4623-hs8Oi4/s72-c/love-picture-kiss-young-couple-teointarifa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-1125641351551349263</id><published>2010-03-05T21:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T21:53:56.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S5EM7GZ61FI/AAAAAAAAAf4/1dmeYkBw5yI/s1600-h/aboriginals5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S5EM7GZ61FI/AAAAAAAAAf4/1dmeYkBw5yI/s400/aboriginals5.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445147633938781266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI HI! Haha. Why am I so high? Maybe because today, my Bush Dance improved? But there is still 9.99 x (10)999 (km)2 area of improvement. Jiayous! Now to conquer Shenandoah and Arsenal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, mr tan mentioned about practicing on the wrong things for 10 hours is equivalent to 0 hours of good practice. He also talked about some things which i mentioned in the previous blog post. Kinda true lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today i had a completely new view of the band room. We were in the horns' area. Because mr tan mentioned us to move forward. Totally a new world. You can hear Sebastian and Benjamin talking, Alicia and xiao tong fingering the pieces. All of which you can't hear when I was sitting back at our original position. Also, the band sounds different. New theory learnt. The band room is deceptive. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bush Dance, solo improved le. But i can't be complacent. Work HARDER! Bush Dance Part one, Dubbed by mr tan is really good le! Thanks to Mr Ramu, or prof Ramu as i call him. Part two left. The targets for this week is Arsenal and Shenandoah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, Junior band. Sigh. I really don't feel like playing, with my juniors attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 more days! Work hard you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-1125641351551349263?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/1125641351551349263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=1125641351551349263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/1125641351551349263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/1125641351551349263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2010/03/hi-hi-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S5EM7GZ61FI/AAAAAAAAAf4/1dmeYkBw5yI/s72-c/aboriginals5.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-2976515922297058605</id><published>2010-03-05T00:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T01:11:22.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woah. Haven't been blogging for long post already. This is for juNe ping. Since he already started blogging again. I think it's because her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S4_irgdeiJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/42_skDauGz0/s1600-h/3240539674_ac1545925c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S4_irgdeiJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/42_skDauGz0/s400/3240539674_ac1545925c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444819711590041746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;P-E-A-C-E!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S4_isXSBUhI/AAAAAAAAAfg/APfEMQaW8Dw/s1600-h/around_world.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S4_isXSBUhI/AAAAAAAAAfg/APfEMQaW8Dw/s400/around_world.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444819726305939986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AROUND THE WORLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Ok. So my life currently is full of one thing. I guess. Band! I seriously need to improve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bush Dance, Arsenal... All of these songs, can be easily played. But can it be performed? Trying to perform a piece ( or 8 pieces for my batch for that matter ), can actually be  achieved. But why are we not progressing? Let's think about it. 25 more days before we fly, and some of us don't even know basic things such as tonguing and notes. How can this be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes are secondary. Musicality is primary! Why can't the juniors feel that? They just play play and play. No feelings? Are they that emotionless? Or are they just thinking that performing is lame just like today and yesterday? You guys have to grow up and be more mature. Be disciplined and responsible by simply by knowing your notes and listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you guys seriously think playing through and through helps? You could have just taken the time to improve your tone through long tones or lip flexibility through lip slurs. They don't take long to do. And I don't understand why you guys don't feel the urge to want to improve and perform? You think 25 days is a long time huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not taking seniors words seriously. Turning a deaf ear to them? By traditions, this is punishable. But times have changed and the seniors just don't want to scold you if not necessary. Make everybody happy. Why are you taking their kindness for granted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. You can have fun sometimes. But when it's time to be serious, please do! Often joking around with your seniors outside doesn't mean that they are also joking around in practice. Some of you still talk back to your seniors! Is that basic respect? It works in a mutual relation. You respect the seniors, they do the same to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please, is the stamina or endurance of your lips really that low? Play a few times only and you are tired. Yes, playing it many times may be tiring, but just take a short break. How does taking breaks of 30 mins and talking in between help you relax your lips? Hmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop thinking that if you can play the piece means you are done with it. What about details? Playing loud or soft. Short or long. These are the minor details which are important as they add colour to the songs. Like i said earlier, playing something over and over again does not help you AT ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please. Try and cooperate with your seniors and move towards greater standards together. Please. Or one day, someone is bound to flare up because of your attitude.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S4_pWxayA8I/AAAAAAAAAfo/jE-Y7W0PJkI/s1600-h/trumpet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S4_pWxayA8I/AAAAAAAAAfo/jE-Y7W0PJkI/s400/trumpet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444827051946279874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trumpets!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-2976515922297058605?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/2976515922297058605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=2976515922297058605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/2976515922297058605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/2976515922297058605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2010/03/woah.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S4_irgdeiJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/42_skDauGz0/s72-c/3240539674_ac1545925c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-2141446878039665171</id><published>2010-02-11T23:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T23:19:54.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had my first tuition today. E maths. The tutor was ok? Haha. Tomorrow i will be escorting a Malaysian for some exchange program. Benjamin foo? I hope he is ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-2141446878039665171?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/2141446878039665171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=2141446878039665171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/2141446878039665171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/2141446878039665171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2010/02/had-my-first-tuition-today.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-6348201290699906027</id><published>2010-02-10T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T21:59:35.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey there! Blog is dying. Sigh. Anyway, here's the update. Zixin has flown to Hong Kong and left geraldine and i behind to look after the section. She also specifically reminded us, me rather, to update the section blog. But i never! Die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, had 3 test this week. A maths, was a disaster, english, was a sleep through and History, is history : D I got back my maths test today. 3 marks! So happy. At least not 0. When doing the test, i was in a total "no numbers" state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, i've been feeding cats and playing with them. Damn cute. I wanna keep one!! I like one particular cat. A black one at the playground area. It is freaking adorable! It will like use its head to rub against my knee. Damn ticklish but KOOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in my band life, Argh! Kanna suan by mr tan like crazy. Tonguing, pulse, sight reading... I am already trying to work on it! Damn! 1 more month to the trip. Really gotta start bucking up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for homework, i need to stop being so dependent on people. Need to get back my will of wanting to change during the new year! CHANGE CHANGE CHANGE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-6348201290699906027?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/6348201290699906027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=6348201290699906027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/6348201290699906027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/6348201290699906027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2010/02/hey-there-blog-is-dying.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-7019346598380229426</id><published>2010-01-31T13:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T14:07:31.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've started to realize that, I am not working on my resolutions for the year. Especially number 7. Grow up.  Should i change and not be childish? That would not be joel right? I don't know. Everybody is getting irritated with me and telling me to change. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-7019346598380229426?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/7019346598380229426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=7019346598380229426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/7019346598380229426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/7019346598380229426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2010/01/ive-started-to-realize-that-i-am-not.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-5058154238093667992</id><published>2010-01-26T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T23:01:11.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, my post will be split into two sections. My first meeting with my direct juniors and my progressing relationship with 33!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the secondary ones had their first meeting with us, sectionals and theory. Sectionals is the only one I will be talking about today. The other two, don't really matter. So, * Zoom, zoom, zoom! * We were completely clueless as on what to work on with the secondary ones, us secondary threes. Sigh. So troublesome to type secondary. Let's just use sec. Ok. Shu zhen was pretty quiet, maybe because she was the only girl? Brendan was ok. He is under me now. But not officially. Mine is Aloysius -.- Bastard. He just can't play a C naturally. Haha. Keep on G. Zhi yong was also pretty ok. I don't know. He is under geraldine. Aloysius! Sigh... I used to think dominic was noisy. This little fat bastard is more annoying. Sorry about the crude language. But he just makes my blood boil during band. Outside band more ok. He keeps showing off. I admit i was abit like that in sec one BUT I did not say i could skip junior band. Neither did i say, I COULD BECOME A TRAINER SINCE I HAD PRIMARY SCHOOL EXPERIENCE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After band, zixin initiated a section talk with the sec ones to familiarize them with us. That bastard guai lan-ed many people. Thomas, zixin, derek and even Clara! Derek said he should be careful of what comes out of his mouth. I think many people agree too. When zixin was talking, he did not even respect her. He keeps using his phone. Not even looking up sometimes. One of these days, I'm just going to shout at him! He had BETTER change! I need to change my personality in band. I should stop joking and playing around and put on my serious face. I bet no one saw my serious face before. But I don't want to teach with fear. I want to be like germaine. No kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. On to the next topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to get closer and closer to the class already. Well, not all, but at least most. Everybody seems to treat me better and better. Except B. I think she finds me annoying. Maybe i should give up trying to communicate with her. Yah. I should. People like AiLing, jeremy, shinru and many more are making things better. Cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-5058154238093667992?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/5058154238093667992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=5058154238093667992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/5058154238093667992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/5058154238093667992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-my-post-will-be-split-into-two.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-235754631485842085</id><published>2010-01-24T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T23:19:21.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's my update of yesterday and today. And my plans for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MTDC. I made my way to reach school around 1.30pm. Was quite excited with my fanciful socks and alumni band after MTDC. Theory started with most people coming in late. Soon, theory zoomed by and SECTIONALS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great! Full attendance with two new songs. Sectionals was something new. Because i was playing third. GOT TO WORK ON MY LOW NOTES!! MY BASE! MY FOUNDATIONS TO FALL ON. IT'S ROTTING! Haha. So anyway, liked Mr Yeo's New piece dedicated to us. Flight: Adventure In The Sky! Heartfelt thanks! No one has ever dedicated anything to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full band, we went through Flight! Coolio. The composer is right in front of you while you try his latest piece! There are lots of funny things like " Blow air into the instrument and press valves rapidly and randomly. ". Interesting. Brandon and many old people ( alumni and tutors ) came in at the near end of band practice. Dinnered with Jia Yi, Candice, Amanda, Chenning, Bryan, Jun Ping, Eric and Wei Xiang. Something happened to Jia Yi. Don't bother. It's an exclusive : ) Went up to band room and saw many more old people &gt; &lt; I suddenly realize i'm so young! Yan ling didn't come. But Winston did. Amazing. Clara got me to play with them for this practice. Sight read many pieces. Damn Fun! Halfway, Clara got a bad headache. She couldn't concentrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of practice. Packed up. All because i was too slow, i was spotted by Mrs Seah and she reprimanded me for staying late and threatened to ban me from MTDC if she sees me there again. DAMN! D : &lt; Saw Jia Yan!! and took a bus home with her. Jia yi was pang seh-ed by me... SO SORRY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I finally got a hair cut. Yay! No more bushy hair! But there goes my abundant hair! I look so weird now. I've never gotten this hair cut. Anyway, went with my family to have a feast at ichiban for lunch. ( Note: Feast is only a figure of speech. ) Home to study my maths for an upcoming test. TOMORROW! Luckily, there was someone whom i could still ask for help! Thank you! You know who you are : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;Sch time&lt;br /&gt;Chem : make ice cream ( Hope it's nice! )&lt;br /&gt;Phy : Shit. Graphs.&lt;br /&gt;Recess : YAY!&lt;br /&gt;Maths : Test : ( Homework : (&lt;br /&gt;Mtl : Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;Bio : And the best lesson award goes to...&lt;br /&gt;Outside Sch time&lt;br /&gt;Band : PIECES!! : )&lt;br /&gt;Commonwealth LiME LiGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOMe SWeeT HOMe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-235754631485842085?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/235754631485842085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=235754631485842085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/235754631485842085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/235754631485842085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2010/01/heres-my-update-of-yesterday-and-today.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-6464438191745457645</id><published>2010-01-24T00:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T00:11:52.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm determined to study today! I don't care! I need to improve n revise my maths before it's too late!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-6464438191745457645?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/6464438191745457645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=6464438191745457645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/6464438191745457645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/6464438191745457645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-determined-to-study-today-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-5561704538163088986</id><published>2010-01-21T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T23:27:09.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh... Finally getting tuition. Maths first. My mum told me the tutor was ms yeo's friend. Then ask me choose one day. Wah. Didn't realize my days are so packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon - Band&lt;br /&gt;Tue - Jr Band&lt;br /&gt;Wed - Nothing ( My Only individual day. )&lt;br /&gt;Thu - Sectionals&lt;br /&gt;Fri - Band&lt;br /&gt;Sat - Mtdc&lt;br /&gt;Sun - Catch rest and complete work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to go for thurs. I also don't know. Maybe it seemed free? GAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-5561704538163088986?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/5561704538163088986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=5561704538163088986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/5561704538163088986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/5561704538163088986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2010/01/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-6157855213223921024</id><published>2010-01-21T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T20:54:21.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was sucky ( well, at least in school. ). Extra mathes class. Grr. Think about it, worst subject plus take up your private time. Haiz... Extreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after lessons, bro went to my house. Was supposed to play badminton or basket ball de, but RAIN! DAMN! Stupid extra lessons. So we went up to my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She spent about 30 minutes looking at my fighting fish! Amazing right?! Then finally got something to do. Watch CD. Some 2006 show. Damn old le! But i remember seeing it not quite long ago : ( OMG! time passes so fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro stayed till 6.30 nia. I sent her home after. END. LAME! haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-6157855213223921024?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/6157855213223921024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=6157855213223921024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/6157855213223921024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/6157855213223921024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-was-sucky-well-at-least-in-school.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-8274294419048761378</id><published>2010-01-20T22:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T23:23:11.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S1cUcA5CdlI/AAAAAAAAAfA/cTvzaKU_o40/s1600-h/4a8eb1b2e9ffe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S1cUcA5CdlI/AAAAAAAAAfA/cTvzaKU_o40/s400/4a8eb1b2e9ffe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428830347326551634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha. Ok. So today was half day, all thanks to the sec 4s of 2009. Arigato Gozaiimaz~! School ended quick ( thank god. ) and soon i was faced with my destination after school. Originally, I was supposed to go skating with 女儿, justine n june. But just as the day started, Chenning n melissa decided to invite me to a movie after much consideration. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we caught 听说 at 12.45. Haha. Poster above ^^ Very cute. Especially the beginning. All sign language. Then Chenning go say, this is what you call a silent movie. I was laughing like crazy. Lucky little people there nia. The movie was very cute, as mentioned above, but the ending was lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hear Me" is a story about a young and cheerful girl named Yang Yang, who single-handedly takes care of her sister, Peng, a swimmer-in-training for the Deaflympics. On an accidental occasion, Yang Yang meets Tian Kuo, who delivers lunch boxes to the swimming pool where Peng trains for the upcoming Deaflympics. Although Yang Yang and Tian Kuo communicate only through sign language, their love for each other transcends the gap through voiceless communication, creating a light-hearted romantic comedy about life and its possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. The description.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then was stuck in hub for awhile. Didn't know what to do. Eric went for a second movie and we went to find J-A-M-I-E. Don't what chenning wanted to do with her lah. Then melissa n i went home while chenning went to meet aqil, wei xiang they all. " Study "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's my day! ( Oh! Yang Yang  Looks Like Miss Foo )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-8274294419048761378?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/8274294419048761378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=8274294419048761378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/8274294419048761378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/8274294419048761378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2010/01/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/S1cUcA5CdlI/AAAAAAAAAfA/cTvzaKU_o40/s72-c/4a8eb1b2e9ffe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-1187134819788160458</id><published>2010-01-10T23:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T23:50:58.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Argh! I'm getting Fu*ked up with the ever-daunting quest of controlling my feelings. So many people have gotten into the picture. I just hope everything goes back to normal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-1187134819788160458?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/1187134819788160458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=1187134819788160458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/1187134819788160458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/1187134819788160458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2010/01/argh-im-getting-fuked-up-with-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-5800539909392631167</id><published>2010-01-10T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T23:45:50.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hiya! Haha. Lame. I mean diao. Chenyu said lame in chinese would be diao. Anyway, yesterday was crazy for me. We ( ming wei, yun fann and i ) met up to play ball. After which, we had breakfast. Yun fann damn funny. Buy fishball noodles then don't eat fishball. We went aimless for quite awhile before deciding on walking to yun fann's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally, we wanted to play wii, but we ended playing with chocolate, or as yun fann calls it, Neh neh... In any case, its a 5 week old, black little rabbit with a cute white nose. Damn cute~! Anyway, it almost pee-ed on ming wei. Twice! Yun fann didn't even know if it was a boy or girl, but she presumed it was a boy. Then, Yun fann's mother gave us the almost impossible task of checking its sex. Impossible cause we couldn't flip it on its back. Almost, cause we did it. I like stroking it. Damn nice to touch. I massaged him n patted her to sleep. Haha. Then we left to play pool. Or so we thought. Yun fann got a call and headed to play l4d2 instead. So i left for mtdc and ming wei, home. Class Bonding: Not so success.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-5800539909392631167?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/5800539909392631167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=5800539909392631167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/5800539909392631167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/5800539909392631167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2010/01/hiya-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-6089803130592188278</id><published>2010-01-04T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T23:19:43.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First day of school. Omg. I was actually still quite nervous to see my new class, classmates and teachers. And also quite delighted to see people like JIA XUN!! doing well. Long pants! I got used to it quite fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Reached school quite early. Saw Ming wei n thomas, then i headed to my class room at the 4th floor with them. ( need to get used to it. ) Nothing to do in the morning.  Sian. So everyone was hanging out in their own cliques n i had none. ) : ( this was where my day got bad. ) I was originally sitting with melissa. But she had her own seating in mind. She got ashley to sit beside her. So kinda chased away. Then i went to sit beside bro. But she moved to beside claire. Alone again. Was kinda ok le when the 2/4 people arrived and yi xian sat beside me. I don't really like him. ( No offence. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passed the first period and down to band. Band was better! At least i had friends. I guess. We did our warm ups and it was down to the actual performance with tiny ensembles. We ( Bryan, Si ping, Horny and I ) formed a brass ensemble and played Air On The G String By Bach. I think it was quite good! ( Considering we didn't practice together. ) Ok. Then overall performance was ok bah. Many mispitches and tuning sucked. The wedding march we didn't come out! Grr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to class. Ming wei was in my seat when i entered class. So i sat his place. Alone again. ) : ( So pathetically lonely right? ) Then Zhao wei was forced to sit beside me after melissa went to take his place beside best friend ( ashley ) Up till now, i think he is the best partner compared to the rest. Anway, it was bio! Mr Toh. He rocks lah. Keep on say jokes. Haha. So the day was soon over, and i had to get lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to get section batch to eat together but none of them picked up their phones. So eat alone lor. ( See! Told you i was pathetic. ) Then, the shop vendor seemed to have forgotten my order. I glared at him, he still can't remember. Damn pissed with him man! Waste so much of my time. So i lunched and head up band room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sectionals. Everything was ok except for the ultra long warm ups! We did Little English Girl. I totally sight read-ed lah. But geraldine was really good. So i could follow. Quickly cleared and didn't know what to do. Rotted, rotted, rotted and rotted! Then pack up. Mouth piece still stuck! : X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of the first day of school!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-6089803130592188278?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/6089803130592188278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=6089803130592188278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/6089803130592188278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/6089803130592188278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-day-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-7180247127954643094</id><published>2009-12-29T19:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T20:05:37.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok. Since everybody is doing their new year resolutions, i will do mine too! Haha. First time do leh. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;1. Stop sleeping in class, pay attention and do well!&lt;br /&gt;   I hope i can do it. Really important. I don't want to suffer like in lower secondary. I want to do&lt;br /&gt;   well in the future!&lt;br /&gt;2. Lose some weight! ( Or alot! )&lt;br /&gt;   Haha.&lt;br /&gt;3. Improve a hell lot in trumpet!&lt;br /&gt;   I am really serious in taking trumpet as a profession. I &lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;♥ Trumpet!&lt;/span&gt; : D To do this, i need good techniques and all.&lt;br /&gt;4. Make more friends!&lt;br /&gt;   I seem to have more enemies than friends.&lt;br /&gt;5. Don't spend money without a care.&lt;br /&gt;   Gotta save money!!&lt;br /&gt;6. Do homework!&lt;br /&gt;   Haha. I try lah huh.&lt;br /&gt;7. Grow up.&lt;br /&gt;   Gotta stop doing childish things! Like take people's things, etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I think 7 will do for now. Anyway, most of them revolve around one word. Laziness. I gotta stop being lazy. Only then can i do 1,2,3 and 6. I really hope i stick to this! GANBATTE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-7180247127954643094?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/7180247127954643094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=7180247127954643094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/7180247127954643094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/7180247127954643094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2009/12/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-2088594524632724413</id><published>2009-12-29T11:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T11:43:43.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>KANASAI! I hate rotting at home with nothing to do. : (&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-2088594524632724413?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/2088594524632724413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=2088594524632724413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/2088594524632724413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/2088594524632724413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2009/12/kanasai-i-hate-rotting-at-home-with.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-7100259325087973517</id><published>2009-12-25T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T23:43:38.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay! Batch Bonding~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SzTdE5mvt8I/AAAAAAAAAeg/XKURpiea4Lw/s1600-h/PC220417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SzTdE5mvt8I/AAAAAAAAAeg/XKURpiea4Lw/s400/PC220417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419199327886096322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SzTdndAESKI/AAAAAAAAAe4/CHCTl2GwKr8/s1600-h/SDC10762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SzTdndAESKI/AAAAAAAAAe4/CHCTl2GwKr8/s400/SDC10762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419199921503094946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-7100259325087973517?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/7100259325087973517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=7100259325087973517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/7100259325087973517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/7100259325087973517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2009/12/yay-batch-bonding.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SzTdE5mvt8I/AAAAAAAAAeg/XKURpiea4Lw/s72-c/PC220417.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-5231969053512433022</id><published>2009-12-07T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T00:00:57.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOL! I'm finally blogging. I'm hooked up to Fire Flies by Owl City currently. Damn that benedict lah. Keep on play that on my iPhone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-5231969053512433022?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/5231969053512433022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=5231969053512433022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/5231969053512433022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/5231969053512433022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2009/12/lol-im-finally-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-7118576620996996792</id><published>2009-11-20T23:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T23:33:17.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haiz! Award's night is over. It was... half crap n half fun. Out of tune and too loud. Am i? Sigh. I will be heading to the airport later. At 3. Can't sleep!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn! My parents... Denial ********!! Don't bother decoding. I randomly type de. Bluff me leh. Say after my retest then get my iphone. GRR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually i'll be heading to Macau first. Hmmm... Oh! My daughter has someone she like! lol. So young jiu like that le. Tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-7118576620996996792?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/7118576620996996792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=7118576620996996792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/7118576620996996792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/7118576620996996792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2009/11/haiz-awards-night-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-1507456889637019615</id><published>2009-11-19T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T23:44:16.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woo! Retests finally over. But, not extremely happy leh? Hmm... Anyway, today was maths paper 2. Woah! Many things i forgot again. : ( Finally can freely go band lor. : ) Happy to be back. But my section was there to welcome me back : ( LOL lah. You must be thinking " What's up with the emoticons? " Well... I don't know either! LOL! I was so left out lah. Only upper brass after lunch. Nothing to do. Seriously many things i missed out man! So many new songs! Then germaine came. I jio her come de. Her first sectionals and she have to learn double tongue by tomorrow. LOL. Suay lah. So, tomorrow's award's night. Super rush for me lor. And yan qian. -.- He didn't come back today. But he performing tomorrow. Weird eh? Hope our playing is at a performable standard =P Germaine and i went through many pieces. Including Benny Goodman and 7th Night of July. I can growl! LOL! Wah. 7th is damn hard lah. But manageable for us. Its also damn cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Finally in paragraphs too. On saturday, i'm heading to Hong Kong le. Kinda looking forward and not. Cause it's e first time i sit a plane and it's damn cool to go somewhere new. But, i will miss band. And you! Hmm... I not even sure of my feelings for you. I think i'm gonna get  many things for many people. Hope i have fun! : ) and pass to express.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-1507456889637019615?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/1507456889637019615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=1507456889637019615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/1507456889637019615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/1507456889637019615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2009/11/woo-retests-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-2111579501609817246</id><published>2009-11-18T13:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T13:50:44.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lol. I guess I'm  going to type my posts in proper English le. I mean no short forms lah. Hmmm.... Let's see, the weather has finally changed. Good. Don't need to be so cold all the time le. I remember i used to long those lazy weekend afternoons. Now cannot le. Got many things. MTDC etc etc... Oh, I did my retest this morning. E maths paper was e same lah! Only changed a few numbers. Grr... Many things i don't know. But many people believed i can make it. ( including HER! ) So... Tomorrow is my last paper. Wish mi Luck. Or Not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-2111579501609817246?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/2111579501609817246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=2111579501609817246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/2111579501609817246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/2111579501609817246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2009/11/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-163558662078458801</id><published>2009-11-18T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T00:36:30.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haiz... I'm was soo pek chek n currently still m. Darn e cold weather man. I cnt concentrate @ all. Nth gets in, n things keep flowing out. GRR! I guess i'm heading 2 normal aftr all. Idk. Lets see hw things go. Cnt say things cnt get worse. Coz evrytime ppl say, they gt worse. Smehw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-163558662078458801?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/163558662078458801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=163558662078458801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/163558662078458801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/163558662078458801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2009/11/haiz.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-4925539218003881731</id><published>2009-11-16T13:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T14:32:21.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally found smth 2 do man. This!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SwDkPAKLiGI/AAAAAAAAAeY/CkTBKwgjguw/s1600/03-696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SwDkPAKLiGI/AAAAAAAAAeY/CkTBKwgjguw/s400/03-696.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404570499236464738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its a puzzle. I have many mre, bt m currently wrkin on this. Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun get y ppl r reprimanding their posted classes. I mean, u guys say u dun like e class bcoz there r ppl u dislike in thre. Mayb u guys just haven been interacting enuf. Well, look on e bright side, u will b interacting mre. N wats mre, u guys r in xpress. Its alrdy vry gd if u ask mi. Anyway, my retest is on wed. Gotta wrk hard le. Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-4925539218003881731?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/4925539218003881731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=4925539218003881731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/4925539218003881731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/4925539218003881731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2009/11/finally-found-smth-2-do-man.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SwDkPAKLiGI/AAAAAAAAAeY/CkTBKwgjguw/s72-c/03-696.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-5906412200807107737</id><published>2009-11-11T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T00:24:20.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2dae ( yestrdae. ) Jx, jf, lt n i went 2 watch astro boy. ( In case udk, Jx is jia xun. Jf is joel fam n lt is lieutenant. XD Lt is lionel teo lah. ) Yah. Astro boy. It was quite interesting lah. Plus, jx gt in e spirit n wore an astro boy shirt. Fyi, it looks cool lor! Lol. Tats all lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-5906412200807107737?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/5906412200807107737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=5906412200807107737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/5906412200807107737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/5906412200807107737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2009/11/2dae-yestrdae.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-977950452080617067</id><published>2009-11-08T01:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T01:53:59.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2dae ( Yesterdae. Note. All 2daes r yestrdae. ) ( Yes. I damn bo liao. ), i went to windwrks wif ting rui, sebas, derek n benjamin. Sebas n benjamin thre 2 test flutes, ting rui check oboe, derek stock on oil n reeds. Oni i kinda xtra. I went 2 buy our, hpefully successful, quintet's first scores. Bt 1st, we had 2 gt 2 aljunied ( Whre windwrks was ) from amk. I was really early, n they were slightly late. God! was e train ride long. Then finally reach. Benjamin n i were kinda leadin, following e directions we found on e web. Wat Shell station, wat orange building de lah. So anyways, we figured which floor it was on bt was still unsure bcoz ting rui, e seemingly " experienced " one was unfamiliar wif their new look. I think they renovated. It was really nice. Nt lyk i imagined. Serious. Then sebas n benjamin tried e EX n DX i think. They r flutes. I was kinda shy n did nt noe hw 2 ask whre were e scores. Then idk hw bt i managed 2 ask. Actually oso dun need ask. It was really obvious. It was a room wif glass windows. U could tell. Bt, 2 play safe. I went in wif ting rui n i was lyk " Woahhh! " Then i was greeted by this really warm salesgirl. I don't think she wrks thre coz she was a student. I think. I told her i was forming a quintet n she instantly gave suggestions. They were really good. DUH! We r a starter quintet. Bt when i saw e price, i was lyk. !! Then she said, " U might wan to look @ single scores. " Then i looked thru. They were all Canadian Brass. Nt complainin. I kept flipping until i saw this really familiar piece which was also affordable. Thre was a $200++ intermdiate pack. Bt it wasnt within my budget. Obvious rite? She also asked my budget. When she heard it was $40 nia, she said she could gif mi a 10% discount. Cool rite? So, actually was $44 de, bt she managed 2 help mi minus till $39.60. Coz do sales must accurate mah. Then she went around lookin fer change coz e counter didnt have spare change. She herself oso didnt. She damn cute lah. ( Nth intended here ) She kept talking 2 herself. Then we talked abit. She thinks tat sec 2 is still young. N apperantly, she is a fellow TRUMPETER! N when she found out i was a trumpeter 2, she was lyk "E trumpet is e coolest instrument rite? " or smth lyk tat. It was really cute. E way she acted. -.- So, we gt our things n Hme sweet hme! Oh, i haven said wat piece i bought. I bought Air On The G String. Lol. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-977950452080617067?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/977950452080617067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=977950452080617067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/977950452080617067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/977950452080617067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2009/11/2dae-yesterdae.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-4690720632237255784</id><published>2009-11-06T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T23:33:42.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Godz... I'm feelin really lost nw. Girls... GRR. Bt i cnt blame em. Puberty is kickin in n all. Hpe tat an angel will cme n guide mi thru this maze. Really really lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-4690720632237255784?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/4690720632237255784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=4690720632237255784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/4690720632237255784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/4690720632237255784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2009/11/godz.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-1776095969450089157</id><published>2009-11-04T22:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T22:40:34.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hmm... Being banned from band is totally boring. tmr is perc fest @ SCGS on fri hav sme weird wrkshp fer time management n all. Sianz... L-A-R-R-A-I-N-E's birthday is round the corner. Srry i cnt pass u e present in person. Hpe u lyk it. Its kinda weird postin here cause e oni person readin is loyal juNe ping. Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-1776095969450089157?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/1776095969450089157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=1776095969450089157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/1776095969450089157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/1776095969450089157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2009/11/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-6505223069285577181</id><published>2009-11-03T13:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T16:50:53.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've finally dcided 2 revive my blog as i m currently banned from band until 19 nov. Nth 2 do @ hme bt rot. Guess i will wrk on my fundamentals of trumpet playing. Goals for 2dae : learn @least 5 major n minor scales n  master them. Not includin C, D, F, G majors. Ok. Anyway, i had this really weird dream just nw. It starts lyk this. I was in e classroom wif my class. 25 lah. Then we were in the middle of a lesson. Cnt rmbr which. Then, leslie suddenly stood up n march. Lup, lup, lup, lup. I was lyk... LOL! Then he continued lyk fer 2 mins. I was getting annoyed, so i woke up. Bt e lup-ings did nt stop. I looked around. Only 2 realize it was my fone vibrating on e table. Lionel was callin mi. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-6505223069285577181?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/6505223069285577181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=6505223069285577181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/6505223069285577181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/6505223069285577181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2009/11/ive-finally-dcided-2-revive-my-blog-as.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-2130060215176112551</id><published>2009-08-14T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T23:18:18.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2dae gt my contacts which i ordered on tues. Pure HAZEL!!! Yay. juNe n i had a hard timing learning 2 put on e lens lor! Bt i cn take out easily. juNe cnt!!! Hahaha!!! lol. Look 4ward 2 tmr! Oh. Mtdc is tmr... Hpe its a good experience!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-2130060215176112551?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/2130060215176112551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=2130060215176112551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/2130060215176112551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/2130060215176112551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2009/08/2dae-gt-my-contacts-which-i-ordered-on.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-1109467135104743924</id><published>2009-08-08T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T01:24:07.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WAH!!! Lazy post... Hmm... Bt i will anyways. 2dae, was SECTION OUTING. Haha. U r nt reading wrongly. Its lyk... Finally lor! So... We met @ amk hub @ 12.30. SUPPOSINGLY. Bt e earliest was mi n suan. @ round 12.45. C hw UNpunctual my sect is? Then haha, UP to e K-Box fer K-Lunch. Its round $13. Ok lah. Rite? Then Eric pop-ed in n so did meh meh. We r super indecisive lor. " Argued " fer so long. In e end go suntec. Which was rather fun. So, through e underpass i went 2 HMV to buy a disc. Its called " BIG BANDS : Music from the WAR YEARS " Glad i bought it. Listening currently. Then walked abit mre b4 yq left. Then awhile mre, germaine n ss left. Let's count left hu. 1, meh meh. 2, zixin. 3, eric. 4, geraldine. Lastly, mi. So i said lets go walk. I wanna go toys'r'us. So we SLOWLY made our way up. Meh meh bring us wrong way! So we missed toys'r'us. We headed bac tat direction thru another route. This is e fun part. When e girls couldnt find a dress they lyked n could afford, we went 2 another shop. Ok. Correction. They. We, mi n eric, were "dragged" to a magic shw in a tricks shp. Was really really really glad i went in thre. We were entertained by an " ARSENAL " of tricks. Its uber cool lor! It bought a trick. YAY! Bt i failed terribly @ it. Will go bac n ask e uncle teach mi. Again. Let's see... Then they proceeded hme while i went 2 meet germaine 2 go clara hse eat steamboat. We were apparently LATE. Haha. Wat did i tell u? We trumpet section ALWAYS UNpunctual. When we reached my final destination of e day, we were greeted by a fierce clara @ e gate. Sia la. So long to cool her dwn. Man is she fierce. AMEN. Aftr all e food, we watch tv. We had a confessing session n yan ling had to go hme. As it wasnt early anymre, it followed lor. So tats e end of my SECTION OUTING. So on my way hme, alone, on e MRT, i saw this girl. God bless her, she was crying n trying 2 hold her tears bac. Also sms-ing furiously. Cn tell wats happenin. I felt so sad fer her. Even though i didnt noe her, i just wanted 2 go ovr n lend her my shoulder 2 cry on. Humans r bound to this thing called love. Haiz... God bless u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-1109467135104743924?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/1109467135104743924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=1109467135104743924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/1109467135104743924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/1109467135104743924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2009/08/wah-lazy-post.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-1572124884498967745</id><published>2009-08-05T23:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T23:23:49.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOVELESS&lt;br /&gt;Act I&lt;br /&gt;The infinite mystery&lt;br /&gt;The gift of the goddess is what the three men seek&lt;br /&gt;But their fates are scattered by war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One becomes a hero, one wanders the land&lt;br /&gt;And the last is taken prisoner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the three are still bound by a solemn oath&lt;br /&gt;To seek the answer together, once again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-1572124884498967745?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/1572124884498967745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=1572124884498967745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/1572124884498967745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/1572124884498967745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2009/08/loveless-act-i-infinite-mystery-gift-of.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-2617200322970308231</id><published>2009-08-04T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T21:37:58.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOVELESS&lt;br /&gt;Prologue&lt;br /&gt;  When the war of the beasts brings about the world’s end&lt;br /&gt;  The goddess descends from the sky&lt;br /&gt;  Wings of light and dark spread afar&lt;br /&gt;  She guides us to bliss, her gift everlasting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. That was random. Anyway, i'm on a Final Fantasy Frenzy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-2617200322970308231?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/2617200322970308231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=2617200322970308231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/2617200322970308231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/2617200322970308231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2009/08/loveless-prologue-when-war-of-beasts.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-2727254007785943075</id><published>2009-08-03T20:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T21:13:35.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw smth n m down. N rather disappointed. Fu*k. I feel emo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-2727254007785943075?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/2727254007785943075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=2727254007785943075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/2727254007785943075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/2727254007785943075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-saw-smth-n-m-down.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-9069750575759610621</id><published>2009-07-31T21:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T21:23:44.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY NURSES DAY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-9069750575759610621?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/9069750575759610621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=9069750575759610621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/9069750575759610621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/9069750575759610621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-nurses-day.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172769813526356813.post-9077423895870934785</id><published>2009-07-31T20:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T22:28:57.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG!! I gotta stop emo-ing. Its getting in e way of my studies. Anyway, sure 2 flunk tests. Even MTDC. I had MTDC 2dae. It was so last min lo. Didnt hav a choice piece yet. N aiyo! My scales arr!! All tikam de. Bt i finished all hor! Side read was just passable. Stopped many times. All problems cme 4m rhythm. Choice piece i last min choose Carnival of Venice. Just e theme. Okok nia. Haha. Tats all 2dae. Band has many things install ( i'm sry. Coz my psle lower then amanda. Should b in store. * edited* ). Looking 4ward!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172769813526356813-9077423895870934785?l=thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/feeds/9077423895870934785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172769813526356813&amp;postID=9077423895870934785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/9077423895870934785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172769813526356813/posts/default/9077423895870934785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecookieconspiracy.blogspot.com/2009/07/omg-i-gotta-stop-emo-ing.html' title=''/><author><name>25</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751705953117462698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtnVhJC2eKM/SFkK85LfZlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c2M8Y5DExvc/S220/DSC00040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
