<?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-38455126</id><updated>2011-07-29T12:00:00.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Momenories of Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momenories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38455126/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momenories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kencsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11439922353962992668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38455126.post-225158771801759897</id><published>2008-12-21T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T20:48:43.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Army</title><content type='html'>Back to army life, 10 days flew by way too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to post about my Hong Kong trip, got to wait for another time i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for *** training, hoping for the best =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38455126-225158771801759897?l=momenories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momenories.blogspot.com/feeds/225158771801759897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38455126&amp;postID=225158771801759897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38455126/posts/default/225158771801759897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38455126/posts/default/225158771801759897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momenories.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-to-army.html' title='Back to Army'/><author><name>Kencsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11439922353962992668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38455126.post-8992564586864568056</id><published>2008-12-12T00:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T01:28:13.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time No See</title><content type='html'>It has been months since i blogged! It's like a dead blog now haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just felt like blogging as i have just finished another "phase" of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tekong - BMT, Recruit Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Army life wasnt what i had expected. I used to think that it's a time for me to build up physically, so that i will have more stamina to play sports that i like? Ok, it sounds stupid, but i did actually think of that =) And thats why i was somehow looking forward to it. It wasnt until enlistment that i found out the actual value of freedom, the preciousness of time, the quality of time spent and the appreciation of people around me. What a child i have been, what a lesson i have learnt. No matter what other people think national service may be, it has been a change in my life, it has been an eye opener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, army takes away our freedom as carefree civilians, especially as a poly student, where our own time management determine our own life. We are the owner of our time (absolute power?). It wasnt as though i'm a spoilt brat, but there are some things which we will only understand when we are in it. Freedom is one of those, you will only understand its preciousness when you experience the lost of it. Not curfew, not limitations onto what you can do, but to be controlled in whatever you do. It has been a culture shock somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before enlistment, one friend said to me, "i wonder if i will tear when i enlist, most of my friends who enlisted said - for sure, you will". I was laughing in my heart because i'm an independent person, i felt i could handle it, but i was wrong, i did tear during the confinement week, not because i am suffering inside physically, but because i have commitments outside, because i have enjoyed too much as a carefree person, because i have such deep memories of those enjoyment, because i have something i cant bear to sacrifice - time for family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for all my friends who are going to tekong tml as fresh recruits, i hereby wish them all the best, wishing them to adapt as fast as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adapting wasnt desirable, but life was much more cheery after 1 week or so after i adapted to the new soldiering life. Friends play a crucial role in NS, as we only have each other to look out for in our new home (we spend more time there than at our real home anyway).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just POPed yesterday, as my platoon's best recruit, but theres no hype to it. Its just like what one of my section mate said, "its like we, from a s*** hole, have just climbed out just to enter a bigger s*** hole". Nevertheless, we have covered one s*** hole, and all we have to do, is to cover the bigger one =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BMTC days have been fun, only due to great commanders and great pals.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Biggest Takeaway: Time is precious, look to your left and right, did you spend enough time with them?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum this up, i wish that all my platoon mates will get the postings they want, and to be able to make good use of this 2 years' NS liability. I have enjoyed their support, their company and their friendship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we continue to keep contact and live our life to the fullest, wherever we are seperated, wherever we are posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tough Times Don't Last, Tough Men Do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38455126-8992564586864568056?l=momenories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momenories.blogspot.com/feeds/8992564586864568056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38455126&amp;postID=8992564586864568056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38455126/posts/default/8992564586864568056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38455126/posts/default/8992564586864568056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momenories.blogspot.com/2008/12/long-time-no-see.html' title='Long Time No See'/><author><name>Kencsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11439922353962992668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38455126.post-5508031503361009044</id><published>2008-05-15T01:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T02:31:22.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>It's May now, midway through 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;National Service&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My enlistment letter came finally. On the 15th of Sept, i will be embarking on a new life journey, the last 2nd step a typical singaporean guy will take before entering the working society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's nothing much to say now, though i am looking forward to it for various reasons, the life i have now cherishing more time with friends and kins alike is just as good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though it has always been in my thoughts, this thinking of mine "amplified" after i graduated from my tertiary school life. What is there for me in the working society? permenant 5 days a week work? slogging for uncle yusofs for the next few decades? I think i will miss schooling lifestyle once i'm out of it like most do. The days playing sports, the days playing the guitar, the days fooling around, the days when you seem to take control of time, instead of the other way around. Fortunate enough, with the University in my sight, i will have afew more years to cherish.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mother's Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say, but Mother's and Father's days is not some occasion that my family celebrates. Every occasion comes once a year, an opportunity to express your love and graditude, an opportunity for faithful memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad to say, this year, we went to kuishin-bo for some lunch on Mother's Day. This restaurant is kinda famous in my network with people feeding back to me that it is fantastic, but it wasn't that special to me. Yes, it has more stuffs and a nice ambience for relaxation, but thats all for the extra 8 bucks you spend compared to Sakura international buffet. Nevertheless, i enjoyed myself apart from the photographs my photographer to be bro took as though the restaurant has some thunder storm or smt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But photos are impt, aren't they? =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Goodwood Park's Deli durian cake is FABULOUSLY DELICIOUS, it's a durian shaped as a cake seriously. I should have ordered one for myself! =) Though wearing a singlet into a hotel looking quite posh felt alittle awkward. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some advertisment - This Durian thingy in Goodwood Park Deli (Scotts Road) last till July (Durian season), go try it out, i'll be going there to appease myself! and more imptly, my loved one =) Thanks for that big lump of cake! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Responsibility&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seemingly, i am lacking in this aspect for the time being. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to return Vone her pillow left in my car, and a guitar promised to a exchange program student from Germany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;More effort must be put into it to redeem myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38455126-5508031503361009044?l=momenories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momenories.blogspot.com/feeds/5508031503361009044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38455126&amp;postID=5508031503361009044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38455126/posts/default/5508031503361009044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38455126/posts/default/5508031503361009044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momenories.blogspot.com/2008/05/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Kencsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11439922353962992668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38455126.post-852052609435787624</id><published>2008-03-22T23:31:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:41:31.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lay Off Guitar Club</title><content type='html'>It has been some time since i last blogged =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This article will be dedicated to Nanyang Polytechnic Guitar Club (NYPGC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guitar Club&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From where i left off, La Guitare 2007 was a great success which consituted an immensely emotional feeling in me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the batch 11 president, I have tried to change quite an amount of things in the Guitar Club, all for the purpose of trying to make it better. Though not all that i have visioned went according to plan, the fun derived from it was enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since setting out as president, i have always wanted the Guitar Club to be on par with other performing clubs like the Symphony Band or the Chinese Orchestra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They are at what i deem, the pinnacle of a performing club in a tertiary school.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, i had a night where i failed to catch some sleep, visionising the steps and details to lay the stepping stones onto that pinnacle. Some people may call it stress, but to me... it's great fun because i personally wanted to change the club. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's not a chore but an interest, something i wanted to do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though some of these steps have failed or have never materialised, it has been a great process, and this article is writted as a reminder of what i have enjoyed during my days in the Guitar Club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Club Crawl 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always see club crawl as the most important event leading to the popularity of the club. It is when clubs attracts new students, who in the future will bring the club to greater heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;First, my main objective was to have Guitar Club perform their annual concert in the Auditorium someday. It didnt have to be during my year because it's an objective that needs time. Time to have enough members, time to improve our musical pieces, time to convince the directors.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, i spent quite alot of effort in club crawl planning the publications, the booth and the performances with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most satisfying thing we did was to make a 2.8m Guitar, which is to a real guitar scale. This guitar, though spoilt now due to the lack of sturdy foundation signified my friends' effort and the period of fun we had trying to build it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is some picture from the club crawl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-fc.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" height="320" width="426" style="width:426px;height:320px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget-fc.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="l" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="cy=ms&amp;il=1&amp;channel=360287970205761788&amp;site=widget-fc.slide.com"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=360287970205761788&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-fc.slide.com/p1/360287970205761788/ms_t017_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=360287970205761788&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-fc.slide.com/p2/360287970205761788/ms_t017_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Orientation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orientation was right after club crawl and was another event thats different from before; Guitar Club has never hold their orientation in the Theater for the Arts (TFA - It is the venue where our annual concert is held).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason i wanted it was to look more grand, and it's output was quite good, drawing 150 enrichment enthus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures from the orientation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-6d.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" height="320" width="426" style="width:426px;height:320px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget-6d.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="l" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="cy=ms&amp;il=1&amp;channel=360287970205761901&amp;site=widget-6d.slide.com"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=360287970205761901&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-6d.slide.com/p1/360287970205761901/ms_t017_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=360287970205761901&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-6d.slide.com/p2/360287970205761901/ms_t017_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Camp and Chalet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Enrichment course, we organised a camp and chalet. 1st time in my 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures from the camp and chalet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-ef.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" height="320" width="426" style="width:426px;height:320px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget-ef.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="l" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="cy=ms&amp;il=1&amp;channel=360287970205762031&amp;site=widget-ef.slide.com"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=360287970205762031&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ef.slide.com/p1/360287970205762031/ms_t017_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=360287970205762031&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ef.slide.com/p2/360287970205762031/ms_t017_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was real fun, though budget constrained, having a chalet is always fun as we mingled and chatted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La Guitare 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so... the last major event... the finale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Guitar Club to achieve the objective of performing in the Auditorium, we will need to have an overwhelming attendance in the Theater of the Arts, our annual concert; And that's what i had planned from the start, to overfill the TFA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, at a moment in time, i actually thought we could make it into the auditorium during my year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because for the 1st time, the club actually attracted 70 odd people into the ensemble. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing isnt it? We did not expect so many people to say the least and failed to book enough rooms for the practices... And unlucky enough, after the 1st two lessons which we luckily got the bigger rooms from clubs that book but did not actually use it, there is a debate competition for 3 weeks. This competition disrupted our activities and brought us back down onto Earth, losing the members as the competition dragged on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This eventually disminished any hopes of performing in the auditorium during my year which was quite a setback.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's the TFA again, but that place is still as good as any performing venue can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Guitare 2007 attracted a full house, audiences even had to scramble on the stairs for space. The performance went smoothly and the new image of formality gave the club a new look. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In all, La Guitare 2007 is one of the most satisfying event i have ever attended and organised.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What tops it up were the problems we faced. The backdrop had to be hand tied as the service pole was spoilt. Alumni almost came late and we had to actually change the performance flow to get that extra 5mins.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures from the rehearsals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-f0.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" height="320" width="426" style="width:426px;height:320px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget-f0.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="l" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="cy=ms&amp;il=1&amp;channel=360287970205762544&amp;site=widget-f0.slide.com"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=360287970205762544&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f0.slide.com/p1/360287970205762544/ms_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=360287970205762544&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f0.slide.com/p2/360287970205762544/ms_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-4f.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" height="320" width="426" style="width:426px;height:320px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget-4f.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="l" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="cy=ms&amp;il=1&amp;channel=360287970205762383&amp;site=widget-4f.slide.com"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=360287970205762383&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-4f.slide.com/p1/360287970205762383/ms_t046_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=360287970205762383&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-4f.slide.com/p2/360287970205762383/ms_t046_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The post La Guitare celebration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-c6.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" height="320" width="426" style="width:426px;height:320px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget-c6.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="l" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="cy=ms&amp;il=1&amp;channel=360287970205762758&amp;site=widget-c6.slide.com"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=360287970205762758&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c6.slide.com/p1/360287970205762758/ms_t062_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=360287970205762758&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c6.slide.com/p2/360287970205762758/ms_t062_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Guitare has always been and will always be the event that is most memorable to all NYPGC members. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have enjoyed being the president which gives a sense of achievement when you see that your members, your friends are happy. I will always remember the sensation feeling they gave me when i stepped back into the TFA after the concert (i went back to collect the cake). The applause and cheers from all of them directed at me is just simply overwhelming =). Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BW3EAxZ3RUg/R-XsmqYG_dI/AAAAAAAAAAU/KLgsGhNqro0/s1600-h/DSC_0436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BW3EAxZ3RUg/R-XsmqYG_dI/AAAAAAAAAAU/KLgsGhNqro0/s400/DSC_0436.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180807095314218450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have enjoyed being part of the family in NYPGC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best for the new committee! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38455126-852052609435787624?l=momenories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momenories.blogspot.com/feeds/852052609435787624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38455126&amp;postID=852052609435787624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38455126/posts/default/852052609435787624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38455126/posts/default/852052609435787624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momenories.blogspot.com/2008/03/lay-off-guitar-club.html' title='Lay Off Guitar Club'/><author><name>Kencsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11439922353962992668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BW3EAxZ3RUg/R-XsmqYG_dI/AAAAAAAAAAU/KLgsGhNqro0/s72-c/DSC_0436.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38455126.post-1099537374745218876</id><published>2007-12-02T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T02:05:41.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Guitar Passion?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;19th December, La Guitare 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This La Guitare has really seen relatively, the end of my guitar passion. I used to play it for hours whenever i was free, even through examination periods, but it has all crumpled, at least for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, this La Guitare may be the last time i'll be performing on stage. The journey has been fun, and i cant really imagine poly life without NYPGC. For the ups and downs, all are there to cherish. Those newbie days (Though i'm still a newbie now, i meant the period i started learning) will remain the best period in NYPGC, as with the numerous friendships forged and sustained till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TPGC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have quitted TPGC, but it will always be part of my journey in guitar. Here are some pictures from the St Mary Church performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-46.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" height="320" width="426" style="width:426px;height:320px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget-46.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="l" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="cy=ms&amp;il=1&amp;channel=360287970203711814&amp;site=widget-46.slide.com"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;ad=0&amp;id=360287970203711814&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-46.slide.com/p1/360287970203711814/ms_t017_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;ad=0&amp;id=360287970203711814&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-46.slide.com/p2/360287970203711814/ms_t017_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19th Birthday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This seems to be overly late as my birthday is on the 14th of October =) But i really appreciated the dinner meant for Huiwen (13th) and me. It is always pleasant to have friends remembering your birthday, let alone having a feast with you as celebration, topping up with presents that are envious to many and symbolic to the recipent. Thanks everyone =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures from the dinner..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-02.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" height="320" width="426" style="width:426px;height:320px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget-02.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="l" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="cy=ms&amp;il=1&amp;channel=360287970202125826&amp;site=widget-02.slide.com"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;ad=0&amp;id=360287970202125826&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-02.slide.com/p1/360287970202125826/ms_t024_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;ad=0&amp;id=360287970202125826&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-02.slide.com/p2/360287970202125826/ms_t024_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quotes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard some quotes during my attachment period that made me wonder alittle. From the Dan and Yang 98.7 Perfect 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang likes this girl who has found herself a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After various call ins from listeners to suggest some insights, Dan commented&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In edited various based on their conversation - Before the girl came into your life, you were happy and carefree, without problems and headaches. When the girl came into your life, you hurt as you see her with another person. Would you choose to have that friendship, or have a go, try to win her heart, if it goes your way, happy everlasting or when it does not, lose that friendship and return to the form before the girl came into your life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible for a guy and a girl to be everlasting friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another comment from that show was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A guy and a gal can never be lifelong friends unless one of them is really ugly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How true is this?&lt;br /&gt;Does time breed affection towards one another?&lt;br /&gt;Is it only affection that brings a guy and a gal together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, people hurt others unknowningly and unwillingly. Not everything can be done to perfection in the way one ideally perceive. For everything that cannot be done any better, one can only feel the guilt, the sorrow and the heaven's tease bestowed upon them. Apology is never enough to fill the void of a broken heart, for internal struggles can never be cured by herbs and medicines farmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wrongs can be easily be atoned with the time you have with closest of kins, but may never be able for people of limited opportunities even though one may care. For that, one can only be apologetic and wish the best.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lobsters, Steaks, Sashimi, Dim Sum, Cakes, Donuts, Pizzas etc etc etc.. Guess i'm going into NS with all the raw material needed to be a bulky soldier =)&lt;br /&gt;If only cramps can be relieved with a touch of warmth, i will gladly do so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38455126-1099537374745218876?l=momenories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momenories.blogspot.com/feeds/1099537374745218876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38455126&amp;postID=1099537374745218876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38455126/posts/default/1099537374745218876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38455126/posts/default/1099537374745218876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momenories.blogspot.com/2007/12/end-of-guitar-passion.html' title='End of Guitar Passion?'/><author><name>Kencsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11439922353962992668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38455126.post-5497518980423950667</id><published>2007-10-07T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T19:25:25.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have This to Say</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;This is going to be a complain and will not look nice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have something in mind, and want to get a clear answer, just get it will you? It's pathetic when someone wants an answer and donwan to get it himself. 1st of all, when i post something on my blog, i don expect to tell anyone about it, i just writes what i want, if someone sees it, so be it, in addition, you did not tell me not to say anything about it. You read it and thinks that i wrote it in a manner that i wanted Diana to see it, so be it, you have your views, but there's no one need to chant about it like an idiot right? Would you prefer to indulge cluelessly that you have been forsakened becoz she has other plans to probably go ECP with mark or let her know what you feel. It has to be the latter and be a man and accept it. You told me about it because you wanted an answer as well, didnt you? asking me whether it was fun and so on even though i did not know about it at all. Since you asked that, you wanted the answer. And be done with it, don act as though you can soak up everything and act as though nothing happen since you can't. Alright? And don be like a kid zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is true that only people sacrifice for you and not via versa, if you want people to treat you better, treat them better first. I am not that petty as well, i would still drive you to the place you wanted to go if it's on the way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had told Andri i wanted to quit TPGC, but wouldnt do so before the September performance becoz it is my responsibility to perform since it was settled so long ago. So i tot of quitting after that, and not without guts to say it, don just assume and complain over it, you don have the complete answer. You posted an article that you didnt like someone to judge you, so what right has you got to judge someone else. I don care for watever impression you have got in me now, what i bother is that i cant really take this lying down becoz it is something said about me, who can? People has the right to judge, and i will not complain about it like you do, everyone can do things to make that judgement for others, be it good or bad, if you don do anything about it and thinks that people judge you as a bad person, it is your fault, don just think that you are a good person and hopes people know it as well, becoz humans aren't gods. Also, i didnt go for practice for that saturday becoz it would be late if i went, at least i don say, alright, i'll go, and end up absent, isn't it like an empty promise? And it should sound familiar to the person i write this article for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am selective to who i can be bothered with now, some people just don deserve explainations&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Third&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Guitare is supposed to be a grp work isnt it? It is ironic when someone threaten to don do something just becoz she don feel more important than others. Maybe she's joking and want people to see the importance of her, but i'm tired, why is it that people treat this issue as president's job alone? Don they feel the sense of belonging to NYPGC, from 05 when we had our 1st concert, the time we sat behind the curtains while Joe was playing Cavatina. Much of it is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watever it is, La Guitare will never falter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fourth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i didnt really do well as president, but it doesnt mean i did nothing. All of you see the camp and chalet, ok, i didnt help that for my own reasons and people sees themselves as heros, now, for the orientation, who has really tried helping me out? It's a two way process. I'm seriously thankful for watever help i had. But this is not an issue of who did more or less now, do for the common purpose, and for those who didnt do anything at all, just shut up. I don need you to see the La Guitare as foregone, don even want to play anymore even when you didnt try helping, like, ohhh i'm the queen, i think La Guitare may falter, i donwan to play already. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reason for not "feeling" for TPGC&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38455126-5497518980423950667?l=momenories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momenories.blogspot.com/feeds/5497518980423950667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38455126&amp;postID=5497518980423950667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38455126/posts/default/5497518980423950667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38455126/posts/default/5497518980423950667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momenories.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-have-this-to-say.html' title='I Have This to Say'/><author><name>Kencsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11439922353962992668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38455126.post-7281050780283871799</id><published>2007-10-01T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T19:40:58.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Children Day</title><content type='html'>Today is Children's Day, i remember having every primary school sports day during Children's Day. And i always looked forward to it because it is when i can win medals, symbols of achievement from running with friends, competing with others as a group. Well, those days are over, i don even get Youth Day Holidays now, let alone Children's Day =P, but it will always be something i have experienced before 1 decade ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina gave me a call today, calling for a meeting next week. I had wanted to call her today as well, and it was irony that Sherilyn reminded me about the same time Lina called. It's time to get everything settled out for La Guitare, though i have lofty aspirations when i stepped up as president, events did not turn out as good as it was to be. NYP events broke the rythem of lessons, Junior instructor changed, not being able to adapt to third year being the lazy me, friends having attachments and fyps that takes up all the time you can have. But it all lies on this concert now, i had wanted to bring it to the auditorium and inviting TPGC in the process to perform, but it seems not practical now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mao Jun, well, i pitied him the week before, but last week, my opinion totally changed, he seriously has a bad working attitude. Not only does he thinks the world is against him, he badmouths others and critise others for things he should be doing instead. Luckily, he has settled down now, being thrown to do packaging after afew days of heated quarrels with the Leadgirl (Soon Jie). All the best to him, hope he gets enlightenment someday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheng Hsiang was disappointed today, for what Diana did. From what i heard from CH, She had asked whether he will be going to his Uncle shop for she has promised to help her uncle take pictures of dishes for their new Menu last time. CH said yup and both agreed on going on Sunday. But apparently, she cancelled on saturday saying she had something on and sent a wrong message to CH, presuming to mark that she had told CH (that she cancelled), and going for ECP, as well as asking whether KS, me or syarah going (Ks and i donno anything about it though, and CH was initially angry with us as well i think, for he thinks we knew and went out without him). Well, this can be quite hurtful for CH because he had been forsaked due to Mark (presumely) and wasn't invited as well. I understand his stand and feel sorry for him because he has been feeling neglected and the lost of life becoz he don really feel accepted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boredom can lead to depression.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, it was my last lesson with Ms Tey (Yamaha Guitar). We played the last of Grade 6 piece, Adelita with much fun =). She has been a good teacher to me, often smiling off my mistakes and teaching me patiently even though i never practice at home at all. Although i may go back to Guitar next time for some exams, i will always remember the 10months with her, teaching me from 1a to 2b.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone will meet some people at some point in their life and will never meet again, so... whether it is for afew days, weeks, months or years, we should always be grateful that we have met this specific person, for we surely learn something from them, or experience something different from them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38455126-7281050780283871799?l=momenories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momenories.blogspot.com/feeds/7281050780283871799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38455126&amp;postID=7281050780283871799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38455126/posts/default/7281050780283871799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38455126/posts/default/7281050780283871799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momenories.blogspot.com/2007/10/children-day.html' title='Children Day'/><author><name>Kencsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11439922353962992668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38455126.post-4217875932336577489</id><published>2007-09-23T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T22:56:46.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of 3rd Week</title><content type='html'>9 more weeks to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45 more days to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75% more to complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in a factory environment doing assembly jobs. These three weeks can never have been more tiring and boring. Especially when i am the only one given two specific stations to do, at the back, alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it is boring, i have gotten used to it now, listening to my handphone's FM can cushion some of the boredom and being alone at the back is not all bad as well. 3 weeks down, 9 more to go, and it doesn't seem slow at all. The next 9 weeks will just be a blink away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One particular person has brought colours into life at Wincor Nixdorf though, his name is Mao Jun. I have nothing in particular against him, and was initially quite friendly to him. But when some self-centered acts surfaced through interaction in recreational or speech aspects with him, compiled together with stalking attributes, i do wish he don't come to me, and even when he does, it kind of became natural that i neglect him with one word replies... Bad mannered in a way though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, our avoidance became much more obvious, so much so that i kind of pity him, yet on the other hand, doesn't want to be too friendly... or i'll be stalked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even though everyone finds him weird, one of his personality really shone into me. Ah bao jie(a worker there) had told me that he overheard what the rest were saying about him, how they enjoyed teasing him and how they should do it again. She said he looked sad and depressed... yet he joked alittle with her and was seemingly normal as we went back to work. That's something not everyone can do, who could have treat it as nothing? I did have cried if i were him. If his approach is different, or that his personality is less weird. He would have been a very nice person.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38455126-4217875932336577489?l=momenories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momenories.blogspot.com/feeds/4217875932336577489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38455126&amp;postID=4217875932336577489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38455126/posts/default/4217875932336577489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38455126/posts/default/4217875932336577489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momenories.blogspot.com/2007/09/end-of-3rd-week.html' title='End of 3rd Week'/><author><name>Kencsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11439922353962992668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38455126.post-3855846836639711734</id><published>2007-09-09T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T00:28:12.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Week of Attachment</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Attachment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My attachment started this week, in Wincor Nixdorf, Kallang Sector. Lucky though, it is situated just before the money eating ERP, so i can actually drive there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5 days down, 55 days more to go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cherish my weekends now, they are the only days which i can be free wholefully. That's why i decided to quit my Yamaha Guitar lessons, with which other factors are probably expensive and the dull in passion, though i still love to play the guitar, just not that crazy about it already. As for TPGC, i'll probably leave once the september performance is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, we went Ice Cube, it was funny there, here's the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ring of Fire(Ice3) - 8 mini scoops icecream&lt;br /&gt;Self-designed Icecream - 1 2 3 4 scoops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The budget was like $20 i think, and they wanted a feast. Ring of Fire was $10, but they are all mini scoops, so, we asked if there were, a hugemonous Ring of Fire, something like swedens EarthQuake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, but we can order 8 scoops, that will be about $20, sounds good, but it doesnt come with toppings, and toppings add ons are only for a portion's size, like... 80cents of nuts for a scoop of icecream? Ok, case closed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other thing we tried, the self-designing icecream. It works like that - 1 ice cream 3 toppings 5 bucks, 2 ice cream 4 toppings 8 bucks, 3 ice cream 5 toppings 11 bucks, 4 ice cream 6 toppings 14bucks. So we thought... if we add two scoops of icecream, we get 6 scoops and 6 toppings for arnd 20bucks (1 scoop cost 2.50), not bad yea? But nope, maximum 4 scoops they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end, we bought 2 3 scoops 5 toppings icecream for about $22, after about 30mins of decision making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, we went Chomp Chomp in search for Hokkien mee, to appease a glutton's craving =/, and met some friends there. They were there to play bowling. After $5 of Hokkien mee and a lot full of sugarcane, we went to play as well! So long since i have bowled, at least two years i guess, and it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was the 1st time that i saw straight in my eyes, a hit and run incident outside heeren's carpark. This delivery yellow van reversed and banged into the Honda Accord, parked infront of me as i stopped to call my brother. It was shocking to see that car tremble, the damage was quite bad as well, bonnet, bumper and lights, at least a thousand or 2 for me. Here's the question, what will you do if you are in my position?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were trapped in Wheelock public car park as well, jammed up and people got angry waiting and snatching for lots and space. It took us an hours +++ to reach Far East, so hungry and tiring! Not gonna drive to orchard that much anymore haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This week, in my mind, i felt as though i came to realise something&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38455126-3855846836639711734?l=momenories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momenories.blogspot.com/feeds/3855846836639711734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38455126&amp;postID=3855846836639711734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38455126/posts/default/3855846836639711734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38455126/posts/default/3855846836639711734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momenories.blogspot.com/2007/09/1st-week-of-attachment.html' title='1st Week of Attachment'/><author><name>Kencsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11439922353962992668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38455126.post-2245069858470530719</id><published>2007-08-27T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T03:34:40.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Issues</title><content type='html'>I have quitted my yamaha course after some considerations. I told my teacher today and it was nevertheless quite sad, after learning since november under her. It's not overwhelming though, it's just some slight awkward feeling becoz there's a change in something which you are going to stop doing for a few years perhaps? and life is as short as a few decades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent been to my godmother house for ages now. I should go sometime next week i think, she has been looking after me since 18years ago, and that gratefulness towards her will never dissipate. What can we young ones do for those elderly who cared for us when we were helpless last time? With much of our lives being filled with more things to do, caring and spending time with the older generation will never be one of the most fun things to do, i believe most people agree? And much as we put their love in our minds and hearts, these love will never reach them if we don show any action. We can think that as long as they'r in our hearts, it's ok, but to me, it seriously doesnt, we have to repay their love of actions with those of our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When there's an unfortunate dismise, friends console that if they have those who passed on in their heart, it's ok, but it's just becoz they cant do anything more, so that's the only way to feel better.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being a group of friends for afew years, it can be said that we know each other very well, and thats what it takes to feel, thats some true friends. To know another person inside out isnt easy, but thats what we all want in friends. People which we trust and people whom trust us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do people think about smoking? well, there's no definite answer, it's subjective, so is every right and wrong in this world. Is revenging wrong? Is showing anger wrong? Is shunting from all bad influrence right? There are no answer to these questions that will coincide among everyone. But when someone thinks that something some friend is doing is wrong, there are bound to be concerns. And i just hope he gets the message from that friend, instead of just trying to shrug it off that he's just bored and are doing that for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At 18, we have our own mindset, our own guage onto what is right and what is wrong. We are less prone to influrences and less tolerant to other opinions which directly oppose our own.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just sharing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when i feel like shouting out all the troubles, worries, disappointments etc. out. There's just this feeling that by shouting, you'll feel better. And that's why i appreciate X Japan music. They're kind of a jap rock band singing love songs, songs of sadness, songs of hope. These are the feelings we dread and wish in life. We feel for these and this band sings it in a way that really gets through to all humans. These are vids from youtube on their last live concert in tokyo, 1997. They disbanded then, after afew years of achievements being together. I mean, how can they not be successful, their music and songs are so full of emotions, and their last live concert just blows people off. Listen to the people singing along, their sadness that they're going to disband, it is just sensational, these is probably the highest achievement a group of musicians can achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endless Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5_d46BgmdoA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5_d46BgmdoA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; padding-bottom:0.25em"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/myWmu-wIym0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/myWmu-wIym0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; padding-bottom:0.25em"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5CI-HJN0rMU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5CI-HJN0rMU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; padding-bottom:0.25em"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, in july this year, the two leaders accounced that they will be regrping and talks with the other two members are on, unfortunately, their guitarist hide died in 1998 with a promising future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38455126-2245069858470530719?l=momenories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momenories.blogspot.com/feeds/2245069858470530719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38455126&amp;postID=2245069858470530719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38455126/posts/default/2245069858470530719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38455126/posts/default/2245069858470530719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momenories.blogspot.com/2007/08/issues.html' title='Issues'/><author><name>Kencsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11439922353962992668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38455126.post-3529964104849917436</id><published>2007-08-17T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T03:00:48.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Studying Semester</title><content type='html'>On the 20th of August, i'll be sitting for my Automation paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 22nd of August, i'll be sitting for my Power E paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After these two papers, i'll have 3 years break from studies, embarking on my National Service journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mark's house&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark's house is more or less the house that most of us frequent the most, for studies, for tonning, for drinking, for eating, anything and anywhen we feel like doing something as a group of friends. We used to tonned for games, drink, play board games, ps2, watever comes into mind, and he'll be shifting soon. Have you actually wonder what a house brings? I shifted once when i was 10, unwillingly but a must due to some financial reasons, and whenever i steps into my old neighbourhood, it feels close, cosy and homey. A place where my childhood memories occurs, a place where i grew hopping around and fussing that my dad should carry me to the market. There was once i brought my bolster to the hawker centre, how hilarious was that, but these things became our memories which we cherish because we know we will never do that again. Whilst not doing something again means a close extinction to a personal behaviour, it just means that we will never experience it again, and that makes it so precious. Somethings done foolishly may seem silly, but these are the things that we'll look upon at later stages and miss dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies when no memories are instilled into our brains, as we moves on in life without occurance of what we did prior to this present day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Relationship&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you continue a relationship that leads to nothing? or that it wouldnt work out? People nowadays hang out for company, loniness is so much harder to bare now for modern people as we crave for fun and happenings. But it always make me wonder why people enter a relationship they see no future, it's like a short-term relief and when time's up, just say good-bye. What kind of relationship can that be, in a sense, we can see it as deriving experiences on this aspect, but isn't a relationship suppose to be everlasting? at least, trying to be everlasting? What is love nowadays to people? Is it just to find a pretty girl or a handsome guy to hang out with? Or is it the concern we have for someone that everything she or he do reflects much in our own lives as we dread to see them suffer, or celebrate with joy to see them achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a quote from a friend. "Pretty is always an advantage, if i get angry, means i lost". With the media now always portraying pretty babes and handsome hunks, many of us rates appearance highly, so much so that it becomes some sort of status. Similiar to shopping for objects we like, we can say that it is natural to like something that look nice and often overlook the personality. Some people would also discriminate people that doesn't look that good, often "joking" sinisterly which can basically just be from the bottem of their hearts actually. It is the influrence that cultivates our behavior and i myself believes it has to do with appearance as well. With appearance comes comments, from comments comes evaluations, from evaluations comes analysis and eventually turning out to be behaviors. Somethings cant be chosen, and all things cant be lucky. I wonder what would this world be if everyone wears a permanent mask. Will it be a better world? For every person feels and perhaps really do get a fairer chance, standing on equal footing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It speaks volume in that sentence, it is not that that friend of mine look ugly, she's adorable, but that sentence really do show her great inner self.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38455126-3529964104849917436?l=momenories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momenories.blogspot.com/feeds/3529964104849917436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38455126&amp;postID=3529964104849917436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38455126/posts/default/3529964104849917436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38455126/posts/default/3529964104849917436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momenories.blogspot.com/2007/08/last-studying-semester.html' title='Last Studying Semester'/><author><name>Kencsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11439922353962992668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38455126.post-9157295274590685132</id><published>2007-08-05T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T01:56:44.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End Of Tertiary Studies</title><content type='html'>It's Closing in, the end of my tertiary, studies aspect that is, i'll be having my IAP then FYP before completing my course still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tests week, Wednesday's test was ok, considering that no many people actually found the communication and networking paper easy, becoz it wasnt... 1st, it's more of memory work, 2nd, it's how you describe the OSI Model thing. I find that i messed the paper up, and i usually feel gutted, but somehow, this sem, i took things easier, perhaps better, perhaps not. The communication skills test was a breeze though, except for my ill-hinged table that killed my back, i lied on the bench for afew minutes, closing in an hour after the test! Such terrible pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was worse, Marketing was ok, simple enough, but not that idiotic Tong's Equiz! Yes "Idiotic". Lemme Explain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave questions not taught to us in any time this sem, she gave questions not relating to automation, she never gave us a spearhead to study on, she just simple sucked. Why would someone give questions from year 2 (not all, thats what she said anyway), when we are in year 3 and never touch it anymore? Come on, students now don remember what they study after studying. Even if she's doing this to help improve Singapore's educational system, she should at least told us! What did she want to achieve with this? Ohh Tong, I heard your automation is difficult!!! Your standard is high huh? Brillant! From other lecturers? Also, when every other modules consider students need of concentrating on exams, and finishes projects by week 16 or so, she gave projects on week 16, another wonderful deed. Worse off, she gave a similiar project to what we did in term 1 that made us rush out a 100pages report. wth? what is this mad woman thinking, if she wants to do these, at least prepare the students for it, it is nescessary. I have alot to complain about her man. She is that sort of teacher that makes assumptions as well, you ask her a question, she reckons you are dumb, donno how to do. Ohh please, it's an intelligent question for intelligent lecturer to answer, don just assume and say, your I/O sure no mistake, i check alot of times already, no one's asking about I/O mind you, it's your dam piece of paper that's confusing, giving people things that i bet, other people's work, which contradicts your own system now. Dam this lecturer, As to Loy, i wonder how can some of my classmates like them, totally sick. Loy must have been quite a corrupted lecturer i think, that's why they liked him, i bet my life on that, becoz they were so happy when they mistakenly tot he's taking our group for HTML test, saying... Woo!!! sure pass liao!!! Nothing much against them, everyone will wish for that, but that says alot about a lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That felt much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYP Guitar Club will be having a three weeks break, due to examinations, there're like so many breaks already it really corrupts the flow of the practices. I wanna change the Concert Date, December's too close to exams, as experienced last year, and resuming practice on September leaves November just 2 months away, too close for comfort. Shall get things sorted out in September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's CJC exchange wasnt as desireable, El Choco's intro screwed up and Ai No Kurashi didnt sound really great at all... Didnt really feel good the whole day, went back for dinner before going out to meet old friends at Ice Cube. Long time since i met Adrian, we were good friends in sec 3, playing basketball practically everyday in Toa Payoh after school, but somethings happened and we just didnt talk again. I was branded a GF stealer for nothing, i'm sure i didnt do anything, but at that time, he felt so and told his other friends, who would just randomly mention it. Cant be bothered. Anyway, what my other friends said when they saw him last week were kinda true, he got a Rubber Aura, due to sleepy eyes i think. i'm glad the issue's over, time heals most of the things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do when you go out with friends who needs a lift home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really puzzles me and frustrates me sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets say you are a passenger, how would you feel when drivers discusses who wanna fetch u back? esp when one seems alittle reluctant yet know it'll be difficult for the other friend to drive a loop... If i am that passenger, i would probably feel that i'm a burden, shudnt be here to trouble them. Not quite a good feeling isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A(Hougang) driver tells B(AMK) driver to send ToaPayoh Serangoon and Aljunied, while A driver send SengKang and Hougang, but A driver knows B drivers gonna travel far if that's the case. Somehow, A driver still reluctant to send Aljunied back which will be easier for B driver. So Aljunied is sandwiched, B driver didnt mind but A driver feels bad. In the end, Aljunied decided to follow B driver. I just tot the ideal case is A driver send Aljunied SengKang Hougang and B driver send TPY Serangoon becoz SengKang and Hougang's so near -.-" well, i cant teach people what to do, not anymore, but i just feel, "got it to be like that? so disadvantaged minded"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some rants, here's a clip i found it nice when my friend told me about it last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OjZiyFuFsZc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OjZiyFuFsZc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/38455126-9157295274590685132?l=momenories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momenories.blogspot.com/feeds/9157295274590685132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38455126&amp;postID=9157295274590685132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38455126/posts/default/9157295274590685132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38455126/posts/default/9157295274590685132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momenories.blogspot.com/2007/08/end-of-tertiary-studies.html' title='End Of Tertiary Studies'/><author><name>Kencsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11439922353962992668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38455126.post-488564704171917696</id><published>2007-07-29T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T11:41:26.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Again</title><content type='html'>Communication Skills, Communication Networking Tests on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Automation, Semestral Project Marketing Tests on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semestral Project Presentation and Documentation on Next Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HTML project on Next Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams Next Next Week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most worrying thing is the semestral project presentation and documentation, i'll only have 1 fine sunday to do both stuffs. Monday and Tuesday for Wednesday's Tests, Wednesday Night and Thursday for Friday's Tests, Saturday CJC performance that will take up the whole day, which leaves Sunday free, except for the 30mins Yamaha Guitar lesson. Dead, time to stock up caffine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;St Mary of the Angels&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a nice place really, i have in mind that most church people are friendier than the general population out there, probably as they interact more when they attend church mass? i have no idea the actual reason but the trip there to perform proved so as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went there on a mini bus, more like a seated van actually and reached there around 7, when Marcus, Kaiwen, Yanling and GK arrived as well, we went to take our dinner, exchanged with a coupon. Sound check next, a funny one really, sound checks supposed to be done without the audience right? as we were seated and going to start "checking" the audiences were allowed in, and so they have some preview and some ding ding dong dong to listen as a welcome lol. Then, we were made into some fishes, they gave us the children chapel as the waiting area, which is like a tank at the side, not tainted nor mirrored. The amazing thing was that when the brass quintet went out to perform, they offed all the lights... except the performance area and our&lt;br /&gt;fish tank "chapel"! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The performance by us was generally ok only, the practice time in TPGC was much better. I made mistakes at the triplets, changing chord when it wasnt time to.. but they say i managed to cover it up well, or maybe they did not hear it, or maybe they'r just trying to console me. Anyway, all of us did mistakes, but El Choco was much better. Everyone said it was a great performance, musically nice and so on, but we know we could have done better without the nerves, haha, it was fun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, Marcus and Kaiwen father and son duet performed to everyone's amusment. As kaiwen, a 10year old boy played his rapping guitar part, heads after heads pop higher and higher, trying to verify, is that true? SERIOUS? a 10year old kid playing so fast?! Yea, and he's better than many of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to met EoD friends later on, and we went to have yu tiao, dou hua at geylang. Long time since we met Ling, who was taumaticed by Mark's sudden surge of danger driving... Hope he wouldnt do that once he's riding, or it'll be quite terrible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38455126-488564704171917696?l=momenories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momenories.blogspot.com/feeds/488564704171917696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38455126&amp;postID=488564704171917696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38455126/posts/default/488564704171917696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38455126/posts/default/488564704171917696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momenories.blogspot.com/2007/07/busy-again.html' title='Busy Again'/><author><name>Kencsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11439922353962992668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38455126.post-833285683991483876</id><published>2007-07-24T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T01:52:43.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams Soon</title><content type='html'>Exams are just around the corner, HTML project to be done, sem project to be submitted, lab tests coming this friday. Everything's coming, but it'll be over in a blink i guess. Anyway, i hope i'll have more time after this sem, and hopes that my FYP phase if before attachment's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll start this article with 1 major incident in my life, which happened last week, thursday, 19th July 2007.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was driving that day, ta baoing my dinner before sending my friend home, and that was when i got into a car accident. It was the junction just infront of my house, 1 street away from my friend's, how suay is it... haha. When that car banged into me, when my shoulders felt the impact and the sound so drastically unappealling, i felt lost, why did that car have to continue moving even as i honk him, why must he bang my car which liabilities will be incurred? I wasn't feeling the fright then, as i felt i wasn't in much of a wrong, but as i spoke to him at times when we were discussing/arguing about the incident, i stuttered unknowningly, some words i have to pronounce twice, or even thrice even as i knew what i wanted to say clearly in my mind. Insurance? Compensation? what to do? i didn't really know, i only knew i had to write down his details, take pictures and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the conversation goes on, the man made changes to the story, insisting that he saw me cutting out from another lane, overtaking another car that caused the accident which was totally rubbish. But as i thought he is one of those scheming fellows who wouldnt admit wrong, he just gives me this impression that he's sincere, and that he's some person trying to cover his backside as people normally will. Even insurance policy has a statement, "never admit fault even when you're in the wrong". That's how the world is ran, run, running, and still going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it has to be a fight out with the insurances, telling our own views to our own insurances to fight it out. Certainly, i'm confident i will win the case, because whatever he said to me shouldn't be able to fool the judge who should be assessing the damages, it's just too fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When this incident took place, it made me wonder about riding. If i had been riding on a bike rather than a car, there will only be two outcome - which will be death or hospitalised. Accidents need not be caused by you, and so dangers lurks on roads inevitably at times, i learned from this, and don think i will be learning to ride in this life time, or any time soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It also appears to me that bikers themselves endangers their lives by riding on the lane lines, It isn't safer becoz there isn't any cars infront or behind, it's more dangerous as you are in the blind spot of cars where some drivers wouldn't check and just change lane abruptly, causing potential hazards.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning, as i drove the car to the workshop, i don feel the same on the roads anymore. There were more considerations, i would think about the accident which is still in my mind even as i type now. Perhaps i have developed some slight phobia, yet, i don think it's all that bad, i'll certainly be more careful now, and that phobia will eventually be gone as i drive more when i get the car back 1 week later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not bad huh, two doors so badly damaged and it only takes 1 week to repair, i couldn't even unlock or open the doors!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Maths Teacher, Stanley Tan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was meaningful, i met some friends who i didnt get to see for quite some time, busy with our own lives after o levels. We had mos burger, played some arcade and went off to ice cube, a icecream restaurant which was previously owned by my friend's father's friend that was once our hangout. Our Amaths teacher joined us, i met him in NYP during graduation, when he attended an old boy's gold medalist "honourfication". He looked aged then, more skin lines perhaps, but his old statement never change. He used to tell us he will retired when every student of his scores distinction in Amaths, or that he'll retire when his students do very well and that he wouldnt bother to care anymore. It was nice to hear him say that again, not as his students, but as his ex, more of expression of his feelings than a statement to try and spur us on. So we got on chatting till 12+, talking about our own lives, NS, Austrial Studies, JC... Old schoolmates, our secondary school itself, poly life, future plans... and so on. It was much fun, becoz each of us got to know what we had done for the two years or so and what are our lives like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Much have changed, yes, but we never once drifted apart, and that's due to mIRC, some people says it's old fashion. But to me, it's better than MSN in 1 critical way, which is to get together as a group in a chatroom, it's much easier compared to MSN mass invitation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt we have matured, no more nonsensical talks like last time, and i will be looking forward to more gatherings, which i am sure they are too, becoz we are like the truest of friends, an EoD family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guitar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This saturday, we'll (Andri, Bing Xian, Syarah and Me) be performing our quartet pieces in St Mary Church, or was it St James? i 4got haha... hope everything goes well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week after, we'll be going to CJC as guest performers for their concert, it should be fun, especially as CJC is the school where most of my secondary friends went. Although they'r all out of there already haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Food Fest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice Balls at 10cents? i bet the auntie hated to have people buying those! making ice balls just to sell for 10cents, and that, i can see from her frowning face when people order them :/. It was nice, just ice with syrup, just the reason why i like ice kachang without eating the kachang sometimes becoz it leaves you thristy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just an Update :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38455126-833285683991483876?l=momenories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momenories.blogspot.com/feeds/833285683991483876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38455126&amp;postID=833285683991483876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38455126/posts/default/833285683991483876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38455126/posts/default/833285683991483876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momenories.blogspot.com/2007/07/exams-soon.html' title='Exams Soon'/><author><name>Kencsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11439922353962992668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38455126.post-319476886743161083</id><published>2007-07-01T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T01:54:15.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging when I'm Busy</title><content type='html'>Weird, i'm writting stuffs when i have no time in my mind. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A century of pages report, practically giving the lecturer back the textbook. No idea how it helps academically. Interviewer questions not done up, but should be simple, just need to ask hard questions... The only thing is, towards friends. Then the interviewee section, have not print my result baa baa, why do we need to do this for a mock interview! it's like, you know the interviewers aren't some boss, the way you talk to them would definitely be different... HTML project, not started yet. 5 weeks deadline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel alittle off of shape now, overloaded i guess, i couldn't get myself to play the guitar i love so much, i could just lie on the sofa doing nothing, rest seems so important now... During the holidays, or rather, exam break, i felt as though i needed some days off. I have been overly busy with guitar stuffs and school stuffs that i tot of quitting TPGC for the time being, esp since i'm going NS next year anyway, which will eat up all my time. As well as sunday's yamaha lesson, i feel that i need a weekend off, doing things i like anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some things i want to clarify, say, ask, and express, but i am hesitant. I don really know whats best to do, so many factors everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry if i aren't doing it right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we are currently practising a quadruplet for a church charity performance on 28th july. Pieces are Ai No Kurashi, Yesterday Once More and another that i forgot again... not something i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, in TPGC, there was this personality workshop base on natural environment influrence. Like whether you are the eldest, youngest, only kid, male or female and so on. It remains true to me that these influrences your personality, as well as peers, the things you believe, see and get exposed to. But i doubt anyone would say they have the ideal personality we normally are in search of. an ideal personality to us means good life, something that leads to a good life, be it popular, cheerful, anything that we, individual minds differently like. So much as we can be depressed about certain things, we can also see light in others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one is ideal, from a prospective, we see another as "ideal", while from "ideal" prospective, they see our normal self as ideal. Take cheers from our lives, don get depressed with everything, becoz for every depressing thing, there will be some cheerful thing that we take for granted or not in notice of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38455126-319476886743161083?l=momenories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momenories.blogspot.com/feeds/319476886743161083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38455126&amp;postID=319476886743161083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38455126/posts/default/319476886743161083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38455126/posts/default/319476886743161083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momenories.blogspot.com/2007/07/blogging-when-im-busy.html' title='Blogging when I&apos;m Busy'/><author><name>Kencsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11439922353962992668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38455126.post-3058626644693808384</id><published>2007-06-29T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T00:47:07.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What my father said</title><content type='html'>My father used to tell me that friends in this world are hard to come by, and that friends would betray you when troubles come about. That may be becoz he was betrayed before, but it's not totally untrue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there's a common goal between two person, they are great friends, helping each other to reach the goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, when that goal disappears, it can be inevitable that the relationship changes, without a common goal, some people just don view that partner as a great friend anymore, and when some conflicts come about, it is the end of the friendship. How true is this? Are all humans selfish in nature?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the television, witty guys are often portrayed as successful, while the dumb as pitiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the television, bad guys are usually rich and successful, they can betray the world, harm everyone and gain that success. Only to fail in the end to retribution to have a nice ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the television, good guys will be shown, forcefully to betray their friends to preserve their rice bowl, the source of money, dreamed as endless happiness, realistically the core of evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These sources teaches people to be "realistic". Which means, it is only right to think for yourself when troubles come, to save yourself when either has to perish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are young, the world look so innocent, you just snatch for toys, quarrel for justice and work your principles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as we grow older, we value success much more and see wealth as having a nice life with lesser worries. So do all humans become more selfish as they grow older?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the good get repaid with good deeds, and the bad retributions? Or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the good get swallowed, and the bad, success?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poly teaches me a few things like snoozing, and laze on the bed as it gives u the happiness of sleeping which can be so desirable at times. Yet, with characters all around, it tends to show me the two sides of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group, a carefree group, never bothering about studies as much, feels that life are about being happy, and happy is about being carefree. Lazy at times, but always helping each other when exams comes about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another, a success group, have fun when fun are due, and serious when work are due. Happy together when times are up, finding each other a burden when things are down. Never showing the schemes, but says some behind the curtains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mixing with two groups questions something, which group would you like? which group do you belong? which group do you dread? which group do you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Poly, i have not been the serious guy i used to be in secondary school. I can accept and tolerate more things now. But it isn't necessary good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Secondary, i'm a serious guy, quite no nonsense, lives on my principles, do wrong things? scold, need help? help, bad character? go to hell. Basically imposing my character and principles in my group of friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Poly, i'm a go along, there are some people i wouldnt even bother talking to if i were in my sec days, becoz i would have rated their personality, but i do now. I don really care what they are doing, and i don bother rating their doings. They think it's right, it's right, if it's wrong, it's wrong. I couldn't really be bothered much, i would only try to appease everyone to the best i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference? the friends i have in secondary perhaps knows me more in depth, while some poly friends i feel, wouldnt be as close after graduation. And i think that's why some people tells me they prefer secondary school days more... Secondary school pretty much gives students a common goal, the O'levels, not much conflict, you play as a class, you study as a class. Poly is more to groups or individuals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mentality broke down for awhile in Year 2, so much so that i needed to feel some support (which results in a fallout). Somehow, some friends in Poly just gives you this insecure feeling, that they would be ready to heck care if really, one day, a serious problem come about. And it shows during group work or exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in both groups i said above, closer to the latter group, but when exams come, the latter would view the other group as a burden, and will be great to avoid them. So i'm quite sandwiched. Only in fine time can both groups be together, weird isn't it? Fine, happy together, fun together, Exams, enemies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats why i'm confused, i'm closer to them, but i dislike some of the personality. Will i be the same? or am i already the same? i hope not, and pray not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What my father said isn't without any truth, but when times are good, everything will be good, when times are bad, we'll see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, it's funny, the term "realistic" actually becomes hostile. We were doing a report, a 100 pages report. I'm doing alone, my partner went to msia -.-" and my other two friends are a group, we did in one of their house. There were some glimpses of self content, like, hiding? I tot we were supposed to do together, anyway, i don mind people actually seeing and copying my work, i would happily help, but when such hints shows up when i just take alittle look, it kicks me a little. It's like, you HELP them before, and they wouldnt even SHARE things with you now. Thats why i wrote this article. I'm not angry, but alittle disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They started the don help u thingy as a joke, but that also means that it came across their mind, even at the slightest. I would say, not both, but at least one of them have this selfish personality.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What does it tells you when someone finish the work 1st, send to the teacher and friends through email without filtering both? Work shouldnt be copied, and so shouldnt be referenced, no one asked for it, but as the way he sent, it seemingly says, hey, i'm the original - to the teacher. Maybe it's me thinking too much into little stuffs, but it isn't hard to think of that in the teacher's shoes? isn't it? i would have considered that and if my friends wants to reference, i would send them in BCC.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38455126-3058626644693808384?l=momenories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momenories.blogspot.com/feeds/3058626644693808384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38455126&amp;postID=3058626644693808384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38455126/posts/default/3058626644693808384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38455126/posts/default/3058626644693808384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momenories.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-my-father-said.html' title='What my father said'/><author><name>Kencsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11439922353962992668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38455126.post-1652913020506396167</id><published>2007-06-21T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T02:34:52.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Blogging</title><content type='html'>I'm back! After two months which can be described as the "hectic-est" poly life i have ever experienced. I have passed my driving lisence and lose it almost immediately, i have not touched my guitar as often as i used to which many of my friends would wow me, i have experience being a performer in the esplanade concert hall which is supposedly the best in singapore, i have realised that it isn't easy to be at the helm of things without planning for it. There're so much for me to write on in these two months which time doesnt allow me during then, as much as i would have love to have them written down, my brain wouldn't allow me to store every detail in my "pea-like" memory... Especially this year, i am those kind of people that pressure and stress out myself easily on things, and when i have more responsibilities, coupled by a specific Sherilyn who spreads her STM disease to me :/, my memory is like so terrible now! i could forget what i said 5minutes ago, scary yea? haha... i need to grad soon and take a care-free break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in my two weeks examination break now, i have a test next week which i havent studied, neither did i do my 100 pages report or interview related stuffs that has to be done within these two weeks. I just tried to rest myself, but failed to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Examination Break&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off with camp guitare, NYP Guitar Club's camp and a 3D2N chalet. It should be the 1st ever, at least the 1st in my 2years+ stay in NYP. I have wanted this all along, because the time spent between seniors and juniors in the past few years hasn't been great, we would probably know each other only during our annual concert, La Guitare. To be honest, i felt my batch was fortunate, we got close to each other near the 05 concert, thanks to batch 9 seniors (we're batch 11) and Huiwen who is such a chatterbox! But when batch 9 grad-ed, batch 10 suddenly suffered a lost of membership, whereby their active members were in the single digit. So i think it was hard for the committee, to plan stuffs, as i have experienced now, Year 3 isn't the same as 1 and 2, you have more work which gets you busy most of the time, and if u have gotten used to Year 1 and 2's lifestyle, you'r in some depthless hole. So i felt and realised Batch 12 was suffering, there donno each other well even after the concert, many are in their small groups which i felt shouldnt be the case. That's why i visioned such an event just after the Enrichment Course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traditionally, NYP Guitar Club enjoys a high appeal to students as people nowadays are keen on learning music. That's the reason i joined as well - to learn, i did not have any background before then. So there'll probably be around 150 people who join the Enrichment Course. But, as we all know, much as we would love to be able to play or create music - because we feel emotionally for music, it doesn't come just like that, it takes time and practice to be able to play music well, so some people would give up, thinking they aren't cut out for it or that their interest just diminished, prefering to do other stuffs. So i felt we could do something to help encourage them during their learning process, till they are able to achieve what they intended as they join the club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the camp is for them to get to know each other better, and with that bond, gives them a sense of belonging towards the club, and at the same time, exposing them to guitar, what can they all learn together in this club, ensemble, solo, quartet etc. So that they would have an idea where they can be and do in 2 - 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt plan for the camp though, there were reasons, 1st, i was tight up with my stuffs, ICAs in school which i could easily over stress myself out and the esplanade performance with TPGC which i skipped 3 practice sessions and found myself struggling. 2nd, it was meant for the batch 12 to plan, but they'r so splitted up. 3rd, they formed the layout and the only thing that needed more planning was the games, and my friends like the games more, so i didnt want to interrupt them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eventually, the camp turned out quite messy, but i'm sure some of us will find fun out of it, being the 1st, it will only be better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The chalet was at the senior police academy mass, Hui Wen's father booked it for us, an unique experience, don think many people could have gotten that place, cheap and not too run down at all. Just deserted. i'm the CD, Cab Driver or smt, we did shopping and so on, makan stuff baa baa, it was fun nevertheless. Thursday early morning, near midnight, one of my friend went drinking and her friend called to fetch her back, so i went... Sin Jyh, Christina, Kelvin followed me. Once we reached there, she didnt want to go, saying she wanna stay with her friend -.-" so why did she just laugh when her friend ask us to fetch her back? after a long tussle, we tot ok, we head back, but as i was going back, i tot, they drank, it wouldnt be nice if two of them, both girls stayed there, so i went back and asked to fetch her friend hm 1st, then bring her back to chalet. It was a joke really, she had earlier told me she going to accompany a friend who has trouble, but she ended up looking more drank, fine, everyone has their own troubles, money, friends, bgr, family baa baa, but we don have to do that right? why cant they be stronger? is it the TV that we tend to learn from? I eventually got quite fed up, i felt that it was dumb and got of with some scolding.. why cant her friend go hm with us? and everything will be fine? how can she expect her best friend to leave with us, and she, alone out there? and the other, keep saying she wanna vomit, as though i have nv drink b4, the way she is doesnt show me she will vomit at all. So i am facing lies, and silence when i enquire about the stuffs, everyone got their problems... take it in ur stride! maybe i learned last time, and so it's easier for me now, i hope they will be more sobber next time, spend time doing better stuffs. She explained why her friend donwanna lemme send her back, she say... back pain, but her friend walked away from us for quite a distance, till she disappeared, quite amazing right -.-" donno how to believe. Just an account.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We eventually brought her back, and Christina, who drank half a breezer from Sin Jyh when waiting for me and kel who went to find the girls suffered from intestinal cramps. I was tired when i drove back, and luckily mark woke up, so he drove her there, to mount averner where i and yvonne tagged along, But he got to send the car back, so we went back to chalet to fetch my car and sin jyh tagged along. After injection, she got better, and we got back to chalet... i slept for 30mins, couldnt really sleep well and went to bathe baa baa.... then it was time to pack.... but Christina suffered again, and we decided to send her to SGH, where she was attached to. It was a hectic day, Siew Kee, Sher, Kel and Thow stayed with her while i pass the car back to my bro, when i reached hm, i just drop dead. At night, Christina got better, after 3 more injections... and they decided to come Hougang for dinner, i joined them and parted ways after that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cruise &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Standard Dropped! Events vanished! i practically just ate two restaurants per meal and visit the casino on the Super Star Virgo, nth much else to do, but it was ok, not too boring, 1st time in a casino, played baccaret, a table game, and slots, which was digital. It doesnt help to rehab... i am tired after it...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday, 21st June&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dam, i'm at fault again, fine, i know i could have msg them, but what to msg? 1st, i nv asked them to wait for me, 2nd, i told them to plan without me and that if i could go, i would, 3rd, i wasn't informed of the timeslots, which was quite terrible?, 4th, i'm at PS, to go bishan, i need some time, without knowing the timeslot, how am i supposed to actually plan for the journey? 5th, is it that easy to leave a grp of friends to join another? 6th, even if i could have gone, it will be that the grp i am with have nothing to do and decided to go back, how to say, i got to go... i'm going to watch movie with some other friends? when i'm the one that initiated the bday celebration, the one that planned and organised? it's like, guiding them into empty space?. 7th, why am i the one that get the shooting for these?, let me explain on this. On wed, they went sentosa, asked me along, my parents took leave, so i tot i could spend some time with them, there isn't much time to spend with parents on weekdays, and in my sec days, being hooked to computer, i decided that i want to spend time more time with them now, so i skipped it. On that night, KS asked to go Xiao Zhu's hse to play mahjong, i said ok, and he said he'll tell me when they reach there, so ok, i waited, i was waiting for so long, my hse felt so hot and i was hoping they would tell me, hey Ken, we're there, u can come now. But guess wat, i smsed ks around 11+ to ask, and he replied, ohh.. we're there already, playing already, so... ohh ok fine... he 4got about me or smt? how does that felt, but rather, i felt ok, maybe they got enuff players... and ponder whether i shud go. U see, they never bother telling me they reached when they say they would, so they must be enjoying the game already, and if i went, they may feel, hey, ken would be bored if he doesnt get to play, and leave their seat for me, i wouldnt want that, in the end, i was branded wat? dude, u 4got us when u got other grps. wth? my fault, fine, i didnt complain. If everything was so easy, if everything was so predictable and understandable, this world we're living wouldnt be called earth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As it comes, it basically comes down as my fault or that i shud have done better. Why don people understand my stand as well? I face anger at some slightest of things, but to me, it's ok when it's over, i can bare it, but sometimes, i just couldnt do better, it's not possible to know everything, can i? it takes two hands to clap, two person to spread information, when one fails, i don think the other would have much of a clue. I can accept that i can just say i cannot make it earlier, but i tot, if my grp of friends are going home, maybe i could have call and ask for the time and make it there to watch with the other grp, even though the tickets may be of different seats. No one told me the timeslots, and i don expect to be fired for that, hell knows what time i could have been there. If they waited so long just for me which i know isn't a good experience, couldnt they call me? i seriously did not for any slightest of hints ask them to wait for me. Instead, i told them to go ahead without me. Yes, i appreciate the wait, but i wasnt informed like some headless chicken.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, today was Siew Kee's Bday, she doesnt have any plans to celebrate, parents busy and so on, so i tot we can celebrate for her. I was chatting with Sherilyn then ask she say ok as well, so we got on with it, i massed sms, chose to eat cafe cartel in PS and so on, it's harder to choose places nowadays, donno why, and got on with it. U know, i got a brillant sms from Hui Wen, i basically smsed 3 different messages, 1st is to ask whether they wanna go, 2nd was the time and place, 3rd was to meet earlier to buy cake and present baa baa. She didnt reply the 1st and 2nd, and when i sms the 3rd, she just say "not going, don need to sms me", stylish. It doesnt sound nice... but I'm fine with it, becoz we have our splits b4, becoz of Mark stuff, so i felt bad once for firing my temper at her, even though i knew what she said wasn't without substance, but it's none of our direct business and i knew Mark quite long. Ok, so the celebration went on, Singing without 1 2 3, so awkward! haha, but she doesnt mind i think, we bought a sleeping piglet for her, it was so cute! Hope she likes everything. After din, we went to play pool, and then some of us went changi for supper. Sherilyn's father got angry with her going hm late, hope everything is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Driving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I passed my TP and got my driving lisence, it's amazing that all my friends that went to this particular grp of instructors all passed in their 1st attempt, a record to be proud of, a record that he uses to pressure us haha, it is fun to be able to drive now, more freedom at night, and convenient... My bro's going SMU, so i will be using the car more often i think, as it would be easier for him to take NEL to school.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TPGC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Performance at the esplanade, brillant. Good facilities... i have never gone to the esplanade before, and not many people can go to the backstage, so it's a experience to cherish. I don really find we played particularly well... especially as on the stage, we couldnt hear each other... quite amazing, becoz the audience can hear us loud and clear infront of us while we'r like in a barrier. But the comments from friends and relatives are great, they enjoyed it, and i enjoy performing and experiencing it as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Others&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wanted to slowly relate all the matters in better detail, but i think i'll leave it as such. Ohh ya, i lost my wallet, more like stolen though... and that person did not return my IC, driving lisence baa baa, think i lost 300 in all and Angie's fossil wallet present for me. Sadness, but it cant be helped.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somethings are superficial&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38455126-1652913020506396167?l=momenories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momenories.blogspot.com/feeds/1652913020506396167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38455126&amp;postID=1652913020506396167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38455126/posts/default/1652913020506396167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38455126/posts/default/1652913020506396167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momenories.blogspot.com/2007/06/back-blogging.html' title='Back Blogging'/><author><name>Kencsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11439922353962992668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38455126.post-705586457038608940</id><published>2007-04-08T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T01:44:21.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lock In A Cage</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Fatigue!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man Utd Lost 1-2 to Portsmouth! So the gap between them and chelsea is just 3 points now, but Man Utd still gonna win! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i slept at 4 last night. Soccer till 2, and a long draining wc3 tower defence game with marcus, len and wk, that took 2 hrs. I just got back wc3 in recents weeks, quite fun to be able to play with them some games occasionally, it seems my life has changed, i used to play game alot, for a lengthy period of time, it's like - wake up, game, eat, game, eat, game, sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But those days were fun too, i really miss those days when i'm playing Darkages (Lower Sec), a mmorpg, it's another community inside, and u are playing your life in that virtual world. I do still keep contact with some of my friends inside, but we don't play together anymore, nevertheless, it'll always be with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's some side track haha. Woke up at 8, planned to pray to my grandparents, that took us till 3pm, i had planned to practice my yamaha guitar before going for the lesson!!! and fatigue is there the whole day i always get the knock out sensation, though it can be quite a nice feeling lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i seem to have found some jacket to my liking, but it appears to be quite popular within the fashion now, most people have the the same taste huh? i'll go and have a look soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guitar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, i am feeling very drain out with the guitar stuff. I thought the holidays would be better, more time to do stuff, but it appears to be much more tedious, friends go attachment, fyp, holiday mood and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guitar (Final Fantasy)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andri and i planned to arrange some final fantasy songs for the ensemble, 4 parts guitar. He did a Areith Theme of FF7, not that bad but quite monotonous at times to me, can be improved, he said it's not that finished anyway. And so, i tot, why don i try to do an arrangement as well? I chose to do Suteki Da Ne, with reference from youtube and a "downed perfect fifth" score, i tried to arrange it back in Dm key. I got engrossed with it, it's like unfolding some mystery, trying to form the best possible combination of tones. It took me two days to finish, some said it was good, some said it was ok, some said it was so-so, some said they cant listen! haha, msn will corrupt sent file? Anyway, yea, i'll try to ask 3 of my friends to play with me, and see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, i'm quite occupied with guitar suddenly, and i feel very forgetful now, it's like you are thinking of so many things, for a lengthy period of time, like the route to december's concert with which the goal is to push it to the auditorium. Perhaps this is stress? i never really got stressed out before, except for 1 sem where i scared my GPA drop and there are so many problems that i really hated to be in, 1st, it's quite not my fault, 2nd, it deepens my impression, and so on, all the bad stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, i fear that i am trying to do too much, and will only be hit back terribly by failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Car Accident&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro "la ga"ed, a minor 1. the bumper indented and so, splash out the money! approximately 1k i think. But what sickens me is this. My father decided to change into a new bumper, for whatever reasons he have in mind, and my brother wanted a 2nd hand 1 before he feels that bumper, is a bumper, it's to protect the car, and u never know when u'll bang again. The price difference - $100+ (2nd hand - $300+, new - $500+). So, my bro came back that night, and my father told him, he was like insist when he change to new 1 baa baa baa, and never explain his reasoning, just keep babbling non stop, and my father, kept quiet, not explaining why he wants the new 1 as well, so, i was there, listening to their nonsense. It's non stop, and never ending. My father kept quiet and my bro tot he's so right, but my father is more like, $100 difference? why not, it's better also becoz 2nd hand means bang b4, suay? not good? and my bro want that $100 saved up, to pay that guy, or just to satisfy his guilt. Dam stubborn, why cant understand each other's reasoning? take the overview. And my mum, best, she said, $100 eat come out also shit, in teochew to end the talk, but what i felt was, what is that for? to act noble? Bad weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog seemingly no longer serve my purpose of putting my thoughts. I don share my stuff anymore, i find it hard to share, maybe becoz i did not share with anymore for a long time already. Even when some friends ask me, it's so hard to relay it into words which wont change their own thinking and mindsets. Too much considerations maybe, hard eh? don share, they say i'm sercetive, while sharing is hard as well. And i usually just go along with things now, it's much easier that way, although i feel out of myself. Well, maybe i can just write every thing down 1 day and bother not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38455126-705586457038608940?l=momenories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momenories.blogspot.com/feeds/705586457038608940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38455126&amp;postID=705586457038608940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38455126/posts/default/705586457038608940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38455126/posts/default/705586457038608940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momenories.blogspot.com/2007/04/lock-in-cage.html' title='Lock In A Cage'/><author><name>Kencsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11439922353962992668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38455126.post-2553346298894022302</id><published>2007-04-01T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T01:02:36.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ACS (Inte)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;31st April - Soccer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finish watching soccer, losing 0 - 1 to Blackburn, Man Utd scored 4 in the second half to leave them just needing 5 more wins from 7 games to claim the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ACS (Intependent)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together with some of my guitar club's friends, we went to the ACSI's Frets Guitar Orchestra Concert. A school without canteen!!! big plastic field which signifies the wealth of a intependent school!, anyway, we went there 45mins too early. We asked for the canteen, only know that the school doesnt have one (where do the students eat?), and were told that there's a jumbo just across the road! No, not jumbo restaurant, a jumbo coffeeshop lol. Ate chicken rice... Andri's, Mark's and Sin Jyh's fried rice took so long that they began eating at 7:20! 10mins before the concert starts, and so we only got to the concert at probably 7:50 - Michael (NYPGC's Instructor)was their conductor, dancing about on the platform armed with a stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st half of the concert was so-so, songs after songs that doesn't faze me much. It was till the last item before the intermission that we got entertained - a medley of childhood cartoons' themes that we got on guessing as they play it. Guess wat, someone shouted pokemon with the tone of the guitar that made the guitarists laugh and blurred out for alittle :/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it was the 2nd half that stunned me, and andri. A trio played Chopin's Nortuno which such emotions and tone that made that sleepy song vibrant and soothing at the same time. It was one of the best piece of the evening and that main melody player was brillant, but!!! it's not the nicest part of the concert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was when this guy, one of the three that played the cartoons' medley came out to solo. Andri and i was like, hmm... guess what song he's gonna play, and pop! Out comes Asturias with such smoothness it gave me goosebumps when he started it - Simply stunned, that song is quite a hard piece to play, and he played it with such conviction and capability that made me depressed!!! why didnt i get to learn guitar younger!!! gota play 24/7 now haha. There, he alone made the whole concert comes to live, Asturias and English Suite. What a guy, started learning at 10 i presume, from his speech that he learned for 6 years. Gota catch up now :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm Motivated to Chiong GUITAR NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!! ROAR! haha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38455126-2553346298894022302?l=momenories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momenories.blogspot.com/feeds/2553346298894022302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38455126&amp;postID=2553346298894022302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38455126/posts/default/2553346298894022302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38455126/posts/default/2553346298894022302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momenories.blogspot.com/2007/04/acs-inte.html' title='ACS (Inte)'/><author><name>Kencsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11439922353962992668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38455126.post-4562443901673374260</id><published>2007-03-28T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T02:31:29.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just an Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nobuta Wo Produce Recently&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nobuta Wo Produce is a jap drama about two guys trying to "produce" a girl, weird and quiet into a popular personality in school. Although this is the main plot which gets you absorbed in the early episodes, the whole layout of the show is more of short stories after short stories which can be rather tiring at times. Although this show is of comedy genre, there are actually some touching moments as it emphasizes on friendship between the three friends, each with a splitting difference in personality doing things together under the background of schooling. The The ending isn't particularly great as well, but it's still a show worth watching as a whole. Kon! Bye-Bye cycle!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;People influrences us, however slight it is, whatever people do or say influrence what we think and do. This never changes, it will remain as it is forever as we learn from things we see, cultivate our behaviours from what we are exposed to, filter out what we don't want and that becomes what we are.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luthier&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was full of hope on tuesday, i tot that if i went to luthier, i could end my guitar buzzing problem, but it's not the case, it turned out to be actually 1 of the worst day in my life. I had planned to go there with my friend on wed, but my father took leave on tues and so he fetched me there a day earlier. Here's the story, we reached bukit timah plaza at 11:45, and the shop opens at 12, lucky i would say, just 15mins. But we decided to have lunch in a restaurant downstairs 1st, that took us 1 45mins and when we got back, he put a note saying he would be back at 1pm. 30mins drag-passed and i tot my saviour is here, i told him my problems and he suggested it could be the strings that have the problem, and so i changed the strings, full of hope that it would not buzz again, but it remained the same! and he started to talk about my tecnhique and that it's a 700 guitar and not a 7000 guitar - Cool Sentence isn't it, so 700 isn't good too, but why doesnt all C40 buzzes? since it's just 1/7 of the price of that Azahar guitar. Also, i was just playing gentle rest strokes on the guitar. So, he say he can make it error free by up-ing the bridge - A higher saddle. Ok, i bought it and went hm to change it becoz to me, i tot that would solve it also as it is much higher, but instead, it remained the same. Quite disappointed i tot of going to the shop again, to enquire more about it, and i rushed there by cab becoz my bro took the car when we got hm. $12... and he went out to somewhere, his wife said he'll be back at 7:30, so i got to wait for 3hrs, fine, becoz i really want to end this buzzing thing, but only to be pissed off with him. He changed his words and suggested buying a john williams $25000 guitar so that it would be really good, woo... wat? and i just enquire about it, not complaining nor asking to refund/change although it has just been 1 month since i bought it. Seriously, i wonder why so many people in this guitar industry recommend him, this shudnt be the way people do business, even remaining quiet when asked whether it does buzz, but just out to stop you from probably gaining advantage over him for whatever he thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guitar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this year, the guitar club has a goal of pushing la guitare into auditorium, though much of it is suggested by us in a jokingly manner to the SAO, we're serious about it. This goal is quite a huge 1, considering we have difficulties filling the TFA (300 seats) in 05, and gaps here and there spotted in 06. So there're lots of things to be done, starting from the freshmen orientation. To get enough involvement, to cre8 more awareness, everything, it can be self-taken-back whenever i think about the might not and back-fireness of things i plan to do, it can be depressing at times when i feel what i want just or might be a "couldn't be". Sometimes, it feels that maybe i am trying too much and may just end up with failure, but i am grateful, i am grateful that i have friends that are supportive and involves themselves pretty much the same as me, and this slight feeling of togetherness re-energizes me to try and achieve this goal which to me, at this point in time, tough to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Humans fear failure, yet without trying, we will achieve nothing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friendster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the amazing me, i only saw a message in friendster on 19th march when it was sent on 27th nov. And it left me feeling bad as i felt probably i neglected and made someone feel out of sorts. Had i known, maybe i could have been better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, not all things can be done in the "better" manner becoz we are ignorant of it.&lt;br /&gt;All we can do is to try our best, do what we can according to what we know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for pig^2 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38455126-4562443901673374260?l=momenories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momenories.blogspot.com/feeds/4562443901673374260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38455126&amp;postID=4562443901673374260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38455126/posts/default/4562443901673374260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38455126/posts/default/4562443901673374260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momenories.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-update.html' title='Just an Update'/><author><name>Kencsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11439922353962992668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38455126.post-3801706955015866109</id><published>2007-03-09T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T23:07:19.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Litre of Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1 Litre of Tears&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been watching "1 Litre of Tears", the japan drama about a girl who got a disease called Spinocerebellum Atrophy. This drama portrays her as an ideally understanding person, someone who understands the way of life, and some that excels in very much everything she does. Unfortunately, this mishap (incurable disease) that be fell onto her slowly deprived her of a normal life. Taking her limps, speech etc which evetually just about makes her the same as a vegetable, in an agonizing way. It's like getting something rip off everyday, and you just cant do anything about it. This 11 episode drama makes one wonder the purpose of life and the meaning in it, it makes use of the various emotions stored in us to emphasize the preciousness of life, the always unsatisfied mentally absent in a our minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chalet - End of 2 Years&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it hasn't really been 2years (old poly intake - june), it has been two academic years. Much has passed since olevels and soon, our class B4 would be split into various specializations, academic routes and classes. Although i wouldnt say that our class is very close to one another, it is still a class that's filled with warmth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, after my driving lesson, i chilled at home and waited for dinner, which was the reknowned Punggol Nasi Lemak - Delicious!!! After meal, my bro drove me to the chalet, and i stayed there for the night, suffering from the lack of sleeping space! haha, but it was fun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we went to buy some stuff for the bbq, prepared for it and it was dinner time with the blink of an eye. chicken wings... drumlets... hotdogs... hash brown etc flushed down my throat and stayed humbly in my stomach, leaving me to hog the toilet later on :/. Of all those that stayed, most got to sleep, with work and fyp to wake up for the next day, leaving only Han and me to entertain ourselves, we played PS2, ate cupnoodles, talked and so on, and only sleeping after our TV got offed when we got back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is hilarious when we see things in 1 direction with a self righteous mind as everything just seems to have two ways about it, isn't it? One of my friend told me he wanted to score another who disrupted his sleep. Certainly, of coz he deserves it because he has to spare a thought for someone who wants to sleep. But yet again, for people to go for a chalet, the motive is to have fun, and to have fun is not to sleep, let alone scolding people in a chalet for not sleeping. Yes, the room is small, which justifies the issue of difficulties whilst staying together, and although i know where he's coming from, there's still two ways about it, that's why compromising is that impt - and the closeness of friendship because they aren't close to another.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tantrum, we're all prone to tantrums, because we have emotions. We want people to acknowledge our thoughts which to ourselves, are usually right. When things don't come our way, we have our own reactions to it. Tantrums, Anger, Isolation and many more etc are just things we do, to express, to console, and to consolidate ourselves.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As time passes, humans behaviour may change. As humans behaviour changes, it can be good, or bad? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We know people as they are. After a few years or so when we cross roads after not seeing each other, we may notice some changes and re-evaluate our new impressions. Changes are hard to spot when we see the same things everyday even though they do change in the minimal term of ways, it is much easier to spot them when we see them once in a while, but when there's a sudden change in a short period of time, we can only put that to a break down, or a enlightenment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A small incident happened and i saw something which convinced me that people's pride is a huge factor in interaction. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;A huge growth in pride makes it fatal for one to lay back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I used to be very hot headed, straightforward and lived on my principles - Though i still find myself short tempered at times. I have always envy people who can minimize big things into small, and small things into negligible, they are people who can live happily.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bad impression from start,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Source of support when known,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reckoned one as such, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The toss of a plate watered grass,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The growth of pride in crumpled plate,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There to be seen,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There to be forgotten.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chinese New Year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-34.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bl&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=360287970194404148&amp;amp;site=widget-34.slide.com" width="400" height="345" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:475px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;amp;tt=13&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;amp;cy=bl&amp;amp;th=0&amp;amp;id=360287970194404148&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-34.slide.com/p1/360287970194404148/bl_t013_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;amp;tt=13&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;amp;cy=bl&amp;amp;th=0&amp;amp;id=360287970194404148&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-34.slide.com/p2/360287970194404148/bl_t013_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken By Photography Club Members with 10seconds shutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice? I thought so, these pictures showed what a fireworks spectacle should be like, in an open field as close up as possible. I never saw this myself on that day, it was taken when the help of technology, like how photoshop could clear pimples, shutter gave normal pops of fireworks some flair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-50.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bl&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=360287970194404944&amp;amp;site=widget-50.slide.com" width="400" height="300" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;amp;tt=17&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;amp;cy=bl&amp;amp;th=0&amp;amp;id=360287970194404944&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-50.slide.com/p1/360287970194404944/bl_t017_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;amp;tt=17&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;amp;cy=bl&amp;amp;th=0&amp;amp;id=360287970194404944&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-50.slide.com/p2/360287970194404944/bl_t017_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Who's There!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don really know them actually, got to know them through Diana. Great day out filled with fun, people with different personalities that blend well! Felt really comfortable with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers! photography club's great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38455126-3801706955015866109?l=momenories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momenories.blogspot.com/feeds/3801706955015866109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38455126&amp;postID=3801706955015866109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38455126/posts/default/3801706955015866109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38455126/posts/default/3801706955015866109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momenories.blogspot.com/2007/03/1-litre-of-tears.html' title='1 Litre of Tears'/><author><name>Kencsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11439922353962992668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38455126.post-116983195587049442</id><published>2007-01-27T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T01:33:28.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shifting Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Guitar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to get my guitar last sat, I planned for a guitar shop tour with my dad driving me around, my my my, and what does window shopping do to people? It gets them more and more fickle minded. 2 days before, i went to davis, there's a Hofner guitar that look so great! with stripes of different shades of beige - it looked my affection. However, in ranking sports, a strunal guitar gave such vibrant sound that was the main movie of me trying to get rate of my Ibanez one. It was so tough to choose a guitar that i really like which can be of good use, in the end, i spoke to my instructor briefly and decided to speak to her during our next lesson about guitars 1st(which have been spoken about), gota wait then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During that sat, we went into meastro store which sells singapore made guitar - meastro. There, a product specialist - Si Min, is a old NYPGC member, she came for La Guitare 2006 Concert and found us familiar, conversations took off and she gave me her name card as a form of contact. Meastro gives 35% discount to NYP students, but their guitars are not to my liking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andri fell in love with a spanish guitar, he went back to meastro alot of times to play it, considered buying it... yet, at the last moment, realised there are some buzzing sound which killed his thoughts of owning it. A quote from him - "An almost perfect guitar to me! so sad." I'm sad too! i tot i could have got hold of my new guitar already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday's Foul Luck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strunal Guitar - seemingly my choice of guitar now, we found retailers' addresses in singapore and i decided to go check up on them, mark went back to get his family car after sch and we went in search for the shop. 293 Tanjong Katong, we spinned afew rounds... missing the shop twice or so... but it was closed! And when i went to check on the operation hours, it's close on sunday and monday... How suay! Shops we wanted to go closed too, but we went for a makan tour instead - at least mark's driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NYP Open House 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would come for open house in the morning? -.-" and why are ensemble time slots in the morning? I would certainly love to change it. But nevertheless, syarah, gilbert and elton did a great job today with their performances, syarah looked down with her performance, but it was alright, just alittle lack of confidence from her expression! deserves to be applauded though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toa Payoh Guitar Club&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna audition for TPGC tml, 27th, think it will be fun and pleasant! hopes i can get thru and join the club!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Closing The End&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been coming, i am sensing the closure of one of my longest friendship i presume? It had been a year since it all started, although i knew we are getting different for a long time prior to that. Maybe i knew him more than most? You do things in a year, a decade later, u change your ways abit and criticise people who do things in your old manner, is it befitting? What is selfishness in this world? Does it sustain infinitely or only when it is remembered? What is a person's character, is it the manner a person portrays him to be or the manner he thinks in life? Most people wear a mask, it's a form of protection, a form of trump card. Hidden motives lurgs everywhere in this world, as much as we dread it, it will exist till the day we humans evolved to beings with a small mind. Yes small mindful brain, those of an innocent child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are friends supposed to try to deceive each other? to try to gain advantage? yes, good friends aren't calculative - yet, it's the persistence of such stuff that makes one wonders, is that someone a good friend? Certainly not when he trys to get all the incentives and advantages for himself, isnt it? It's freaking to see that people accepts it as jokes, or maybe it's just coz i know more of him. U see, it's like a war sometimes, it's either u becomes hard hearten to balance things, or soft hearten and get devoured. Personalities play a part too, birds of the same feathers flock together, but not birds of two stubborn brains that contrast badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, so i am wondering, i donwan it to continue anymore, and the only way is to get out of it, let time pass and see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's disgusting and irritating to see scheming people talks about scheming people, get what i mean? It's ridiculous that a scheming person knows scheming people's freakyness and not their own. It's endless that the top bites the top.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The kindest of soul is usually those with a simple mind, and it's so comfortable to be with people with the kindest of soul, an utopia without wits battle or the sight of schemes that harms the eyes, i dislike to be taken advantage of, i don mind if i am willing or someone acknowledges it, but no when someone plays dumb, it's only fulfilling to treat the good good and the bad bad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thoughts of his character is so bad that everything seems a fake, cant actually tahan the things he do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I pulled a step back, doing me no good. An apology came without substance, can it be expecting a resolution or just another act? Impression so bad it does no good. Proved right with sights of disgust&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Words Changed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where's your loyalty!?" this sentence once made me think stuff over. And now, that person is doing just exactly the opposite, It's like someone i admire failed me? something i experience in sec3? that made me rethought about what's exactly is the good and the bad? It's a different issue compared to that, it's not as emotional. But when cheekiness is added, it instead turns irritating, very very irritating, go striaght to the point, don oh, i lost the baa baa already. what am i to say with that, wow! you'r so cool with ur words! Why don u just kick that straight at me instead of beating about the bush. I am disappointed, but at the same time understandable by your seemingly selfish behaviour at times, together with insensitiveness which i tot you had it last time. Not in RL, but at least in the Net, i was amused, not anymore i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Issue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is noble? to be loved or to love? People would love to be loved than to love, but is it more noble to love than to be loved. To love, don go bonkers due to desperation, seek what you really want, a lifelong person with limitless trust or an accompanyment or peer pressure or just a girl or a boy. Be loved, blessed, but never shud it be suffering unless a person gets too persistent, reasons? did you get straight with him, if you did, great, maybe he/she went bonkers, his/her fault. But when can that be seen? when you have tried to straighten his thoughts. Only then is fair to judge i presume? My opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap, i have like so many things to complain today, but i guess not, it wouldnt end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38455126-116983195587049442?l=momenories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momenories.blogspot.com/feeds/116983195587049442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38455126&amp;postID=116983195587049442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38455126/posts/default/116983195587049442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38455126/posts/default/116983195587049442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momenories.blogspot.com/2007/01/shifting-month.html' title='Shifting Month'/><author><name>Kencsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11439922353962992668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38455126.post-116887989065808114</id><published>2007-01-15T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T00:51:30.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologetic</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Nanyang Polytechnic Open House&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon receiving words that Nanyang Polytechnic Guitar Club (NYPGC) would only be performing on friday and saturday, i have got to change the performances layout as it would overun if i shift thursday's performances to friday and saturday, so there have to be some sacrifices. When i was notified by Sean, batch 10 president to handle the layout of the open house, i thought of giving everyone a chance to perform, and so planned to have most people in NYPGC to participate, it was all done up, and we're just waiting for the occassion. But the world's full of surprises, thus i decided to abandon the junior ensemble, junxin's solo and my solo performances. Here, i would like to apologize to all juniors (Batch 12) and Jun Xin for cancelling their performances. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nanyang Polytechnic Guitar Club&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been the new committee for just 1 week, and 1 week was enough for me to be filled with optimism about our batch 11's ability to improve guitar club. Everyone knows what they are supposed to do, alot of people have suggestions on how to improve the guitar club, although some have their minds set on certain ideas which may be alittle extreme, all they want is a better NYPGC, and that is what we all desire. True enough, it may also another san feng zhong ri du experience from people, but it is certainly better to have these than to have none. Just 1 week, but i feel great about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Phases of Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was younger, i lived in Ang Mo Kio Ave 10, there was a playground beside my void deck leading to a park, a small little garden with shelters on the other side where i 1st learned cycling on two wheels when i was Primary 2. So i will always have fond memories there. It only makes it better that my godmother stays there (2 blocks away), and that we always go to her house after school during weekdays as she look after us. We made their family fed up sometimes becoz of frequent quarrels but it just brings everyone closer. Kindergarden - i used to be scared being at home alone, whenever my godmother went out to do something, say buy some food, i'll creep into my ah pek's room to sleep near him on the bed. Lower Primary - i sat on my report book, ranked 33/40 in class to avoid letting my godmother see, she told me that if i do that, i will not be able to study well! And so i let her see... i learned, for the 1st time in my life, vulgarities from peers in school, the F word somehow made me bonkers on the day i learned, utterly using it every 10mins for whatever reasons unknown. Upper Primary - i play table tennis using the walls, practicing and catching the ball till i sweat like mad even though i bathed, and guess what, i don think i bathed again after that... I cooked with my godmother, helping her with dishes and stuff, so i'm a good cook after all :x Secondary - I became braver and stayed home alone, got addicted to a MMORPG - darkages that sometimes felt reluctant to leave the computer. It leads to me going to my godmother's house lesser and lesser as the days gone by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time i visited my godmother was during the september semester holidays which i wrote an article on. Now? January. I thought of going during the two weeks break, but i didnt. How i wish our houses are closer, how i wish to visit her everyday, even to say hi, or to help her cook again even though she rejected me the last time around. How i wish i can repay her love and care for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents told me they saw her in Kovan during the weekends, she asked about me, whether i am busy. I would love to say yes, because i didnt visit her regularly enough for my own liking. Yet, although i do have a tight schedule with dismissals at least after 5, i could have visited her at times as long as i planned to, but i didnt, i prefered to have fun out with friends, to relax at home, to practice my guitar or do other things. Why? I want to repay their love, i want them to know they'r still in my heart, i want relish the days when i was young with them. Somehow, i am writting this with a heavy heart, as i know, i know that i could have done better for them, i know that i could have visited them more regularly, i know that as much as i wished that i could've planned these properly, i could not redo it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i can start now, i would love to start now, at least before i am enrolled into NS which will take even much more of my time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38455126-116887989065808114?l=momenories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momenories.blogspot.com/feeds/116887989065808114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38455126&amp;postID=116887989065808114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38455126/posts/default/116887989065808114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38455126/posts/default/116887989065808114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momenories.blogspot.com/2007/01/apologetic.html' title='Apologetic'/><author><name>Kencsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11439922353962992668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38455126.post-116775630493865401</id><published>2007-01-03T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T14:59:45.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscene - Arrival of Year 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2007 now, new year resolution? i certainly have some this year, 1st is to get a jacket, then i can just pull over a shirt, grab my jacket and out i go! as simple as it can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyone recalls those times when everyone was panicking about the millenium bug? Y2K? so much so that most of our poor parents had got to be in their offices for the countdown, preparing for a total failure in network communications. Since then, it has been 7 years! enough for a newborn kid to be enrolled into primary school already.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Countdown in Singapore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fireworks at marina was quite entertaining, it's always nice to hear the explosions roaring down from the sky as the lights spatter widely throughout the night sky. Though it wasn't as nice compared to the fireworks festival's usual last day of delightful display(whatever the country "performing" last), here are some pictures taken by my bro at an unknown location with sufficient altitude to view pass the esplanade. He just wouldn't tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-67.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" width="400" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="cy=bl&amp;amp;il=1&amp;channel=360287970191901799&amp;amp;site=widget-67.slide.com" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?tt=11&amp;amp;cy=bl&amp;ad=1&amp;amp;id=360287970191901799&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-67.slide.com/p1/360287970191901799/bl_t011_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?tt=11&amp;amp;amp;cy=bl&amp;ad=1&amp;amp;id=360287970191901799&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-67.slide.com/p2/360287970191901799/bl_t011_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good Luck Pal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friend met a stumble in his relationship life, he isn't one that goes for a relationship just for a company, or just to experience one. It really feel genuine whenever he talks to me about it - at least not someone who would go for any person just for the sake of it or goes bonkers becoz of it. He's a strong lad though, and being his friend nevertheless, i would like to wish him luck in life! And to stay happy all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NYP Guitar Club - Passing Down Ceremony&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2007 now, 1 and a half years since i joined NYPGC, at that time, there were batches 9 and 10 seniors, and we were the juniors. Enrichment course, Mr Francis' junior ensemble, Lunchtime performance, La Guitare 2005, those were the time when we batch 11 started playing as an ensemble, the La Guitare was what utimately brought everyone of us together, although some of us have left the club for various reasons, the spirit in the club never dies, neither do our memory spent together practising and performing - think that's what the wonder of music can do, and i certainly want everyone of us to perform together again during our last year in NYP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The passing down ceremony was for the batch 10, who would be leaving school after this year and move on in life out of nyp, whether to study uni or to work. They are great personals, friendly, supportive and helpful, though their numbers further decreases after that La Guitare 2005, those that are still around are a bunch of great guys and gals, and so ytd, 6/1/07 was made for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off with a debrief, seniors' work and it was about the same as the previous 1, not many opinions and so, personally, i think this got to do with the paisehness and feedbacks whereby most of it was addressed already. So it was quite a breeze and ended very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off for refreshments, the drumsticks are great man, delicious enough to be one of the few dishes in a "buffet" style meal that actually got finished up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Games were next, charades, musical chair, flour filled gummy bears with a little surprise. The charades over ran i guess, but it was still fun nevertheless, with zuyi making another shen hua of drawing his panda like a snowman. When other were playing the musical chair thing, some of us prepared water bombs for the surprise, it was done quite fast with many of us helping, so we got to see them play the game. The mood of playing games was quite drowned, perhaps becoz batch 12 isn't really that close to us and didn't really participated zealously. Baz eventually won the prize as Thow showed some gentlemanship and of coz, got the do the forfeits of writing the symbols - "NYPGC!" using their(all losers) butts and a chicken dance. The game ended we all got back in to the stuffy room for the actually passing down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our batch presented them a shirt each, drawn up by Huiwen with a splendid effort and our signatures. I wouldnt bet that they will wear it again though, more of a souvenir. Then, it was the posting accouncement, Sean(batch 10 president) slowly accnounces them and i became the president of batch 11 and was presented with the clubroom key and a gift which was a new keychain, more than befitting! As the old cat is quite ragged already. I gave a speech somewhat unsteadily before Sean came up with a speech about teamwork. It was quite touching and Zu Yi could be seen with some tears on his eyes, which we laughed at :x After these, we got off to take pictures after pictures which i'll be awaiting impatiently to see! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The new key chain is nice man, there's a strape with NYPGC carved metallic pieces together with a guitar miniture - The old cat keychain of batch 8 to 10 was then replaced with that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures from Jin Hui's Blog, i'll be posting others later once i have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-87.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bl&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=360287970191904647&amp;amp;site=widget-87.slide.com" width="400" height="300" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?tt=17&amp;amp;cy=bl&amp;amp;ad=1&amp;amp;id=360287970191904647&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-87.slide.com/p1/360287970191904647/bl_t017_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?tt=17&amp;amp;cy=bl&amp;amp;ad=1&amp;amp;id=360287970191904647&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-87.slide.com/p2/360287970191904647/bl_t017_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd Jan - 6th Jan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38455126-116775630493865401?l=momenories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momenories.blogspot.com/feeds/116775630493865401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38455126&amp;postID=116775630493865401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38455126/posts/default/116775630493865401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38455126/posts/default/116775630493865401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momenories.blogspot.com/2007/01/reminiscene-arrival-of-year-2007.html' title='Reminiscene - Arrival of Year 2007'/><author><name>Kencsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11439922353962992668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
