<?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-12450642</id><updated>2011-11-27T11:47:42.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Version 9.0 | VITAS, Hear my cry as I sing my soul to you |</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JiaYing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.jiaying.jiaching.us/jiaying.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12450642.post-114468658145986541</id><published>2006-04-11T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T00:29:41.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>残酷世界 Shutting Down</title><content type='html'>I. have too much to say about that maybe I shouldn't put them in words anymore, because I don't know who would I offend, or hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, Jiaying's blog is currently shutting down for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12450642-114468658145986541?l=jiaying88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/feeds/114468658145986541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12450642&amp;postID=114468658145986541' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/114468658145986541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/114468658145986541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/2006/04/shutting-down.html' title='残酷世界 Shutting Down'/><author><name>JiaYing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.jiaying.jiaching.us/jiaying.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12450642.post-113803183564347746</id><published>2006-01-23T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T23:57:15.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beijing - Day 13</title><content type='html'>Waking up at 9 o clock is fun. HAHAHAX. No kidding! Basically nothing much happened today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and finished one question of harmonization... then went out to practice piano at YingMann... The bus was rather full with people squeezing here and there. It made a sudden halt and I tumbled over onto somebody else. Lolx. Scared the hell out of the person. Hahax...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after 4 hours, went to the school cantin and da pau, then took bus back home (Wow, I actually told my friends, "Bye, I'm going home." Lolx! Barely two days and I already take AikKhai's house as my "home" liao. HAHAHA... Then watched Tennis with AikKhai whilst eating dinner before I start practicing conducting and finishing my second question for harmonization. I still have one last question to do... decided to do it tomorrow morning since class is in the afternoon anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for today, AikKhai just went out to XinYao and his 师姐's place... so, I'm home alone again. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chat Earlier with: ShaoJin, PM&lt;br /&gt;Chatting with: Jo, MF&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: NObody&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Happy but tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12450642-113803183564347746?l=jiaying88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/feeds/113803183564347746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12450642&amp;postID=113803183564347746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/113803183564347746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/113803183564347746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/2006/01/beijing-day-13.html' title='Beijing - Day 13'/><author><name>JiaYing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.jiaying.jiaching.us/jiaying.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12450642.post-113794803106246413</id><published>2006-01-22T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T00:40:31.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beijing - Day 12</title><content type='html'>I was supposed to have 视唱练耳 this morning with ShenHao... so I woke up at 8:45am and dragged myself to the bathroom. Just as I came out, my handphone rang... someone sms'ed. I muttered and hope it wasn't ShenHao calling to delay classes. Well, my hope was shattered... or even worst... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First SMS: Bring your harmonization homework to class&lt;br /&gt;Reaction: HUH?! What the...&lt;br /&gt;Reply SMS: But I haven't do my homework yet (I just had class yesterday evening for god's sake and there's so much to do you expect me to do it by this morning?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second SMS: But we have questions that I haven't finish marking right?&lt;br /&gt;Reaction: Sweat...&lt;br /&gt;Reply SMS: But you asked me to re-check and I haven't even checked it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third SMS: Check it now!&lt;br /&gt;Reaction: HUH?! What the...&lt;br /&gt;(After approximately 15 minutes, eating breakfast mar)&lt;br /&gt;Reply SMS: Sorry ShenHao, but I don't think I can make it... (For god's sake, our lesson's at 10:30 and I have to go out at 10... you expect me to do so much corrections in like? 20 minutes time?!) Can we do it another day instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last SMS: Okay lar. We'll have double lessons on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;Reaction: Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...  morning went in midst of harmonization. Lunch hour came, XinYao went out very early in the morning... crazy AikKhai decided to skip lunch and go swimming instead. (Double sweat drop... swim in winter? The pool is indoors larr... but still, the water's cold what. Mad fellow. Lolx. Very geng though.) So, lunch? Hehe... I cooked. 一锅熟！Dumped everything (sliced cabbage; egg; sliced chicken; rice; sesame oil; 酱油) into the rice cooker and "WALLA" done... very nice ge lerr. Wasn't expecting AikKhai to be back so soon, so I cooked for myself. Just when I was done washing and putting back everything, he walked through the door and sniffed. &lt;br /&gt;AK: "Waa, you cooked ahh?! So geng?"  &lt;br /&gt;Me: "Eh? How you know?"&lt;br /&gt;AK: "So wangi... of course I know lar. You cooked rice eh?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "O, ya lor."&lt;br /&gt;AK: "Got somore?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Huh? Finish liao lor... who ask you never order earlier?"&lt;br /&gt;AK: "Cheh."&lt;br /&gt;Lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon and evening and partly night was spent away with harmonization, conducting practices, watching live badminton competition on TV and yea... basically that's it. There's no lesson tomorrow as well, but I'll have to finish up my harmonization homework + correction... then go out practice piano... my index finger feels much better already. Thanks to Nivea body lotion. Lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three person called the house today. First one was XinWan, who was looking for AikKhai... she called me "Jie ahh?" right after my hello and I replied, "Er, nope." only she realized I was JiaYing. Second one was XinYao's friend, who didn't even wanted to say who she was or what her name was, she too was surprised at the sound of a stranger in the "Pung"s household. Hahax. Third one was a Teacher from Singapore, looking for AikKhai, she was totally shock when I told her that I'm AikKhai's friend. LOLX. XinWan called again after that. Still no one home and it's way past 12 midnight. Whatever are they doing? I know AikKhai's probably eating 夜宵 after his practices. XinYao? *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to bed soon, and if anyone of them doesn't have a key to come in, I don't care. Lolx.. no lar.. everyone has a key. Though the evil part of me wishes somebody forgets to bring their key out. HOHOHOHO... Shush. Later happen to me. CHoi Choi. Lolx. K, good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chat earlier with: Fish&lt;br /&gt;Chatting with: Mad PM, MF&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Not bad&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: LeeHom (Looking at the lovely postcard picture of him as well... I laid it beside my laptop.. HOHOHO)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12450642-113794803106246413?l=jiaying88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/feeds/113794803106246413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12450642&amp;postID=113794803106246413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/113794803106246413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/113794803106246413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/2006/01/beijing-day-12.html' title='Beijing - Day 12'/><author><name>JiaYing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.jiaying.jiaching.us/jiaying.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12450642.post-113786218876893677</id><published>2006-01-21T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T00:50:23.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beijing - Day 11</title><content type='html'>It's Saturday again. How nice... NOT. I woke up at an amazing 6:45am. Considering the time I slept last night (or rather, this morning... 2am). My harmonization class was fixed at 9:45am at ShenHao's place and I haven't finished my homework even after all the hard work last night, so I had to wake up extra early to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, harmonization is well, harmonization. Chat with XinYao a little at breakfast and asked her the directions to the bus stop before she went out. When it's my turn to go out, I realized something "Hey, I have no key... how to lock the door?!" So I smsed AikKhai, who was still in bed and told him that I left the door unlocked. Well, the security is pretty tight around, and who would know you left the door unlocked on the outside? So I went out and took a morning walk to the bus stop, which happens to be rather near compared to the map XinYao drew (five minutes walk).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I reached the bus stop, the bus 719 reached. I stepped upon it happily and paid for my ticket. Just as the bus started moving, my handphone rang. I thought it was AikKhai... but I was wrong. It was ShenHao. Oh Great. He had to call me at that time to tell me that he can't make the lesson at 9:45am and has to change it to 5pm. Sigh... Happy BusTrip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking, maybe I go practice piano lar... But then YingMan was crowded and has no empty rooms until 12:00pm. GREAT. Now what? So I headed back home... good thing also, cuz I realized I forgot to bring my lesson's money. HoHoHo... Geng lerr... go for lesson dun need to bring money geh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached "DaGuanYing" station and hopped off before I turned my back and started walking. After a while, I realized I was at the wrong direction cuz I didn't cross the road. Gah. Stupid me. Reached home with AikKhai laughing his head off at me for being such a dummy. We went out to duplicate a key for me before heading for the supermarket in search of the extra light u-shaped bulb to replace the old one in the bathroom. Couldn't find it, so he accompanied me back to try the key out, see whether if it's "usable". It is, works great for RM1. Lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around noon, I went out for my piano lesson at 琴房楼 with LeeChing. He comment that my playing was "not bad", but technically I'm not great. Sigh, I know. After that I went to buy some chocolate milk... can't help, wanted to drink it very badly. Lolx. Then it was piano practice time... I did go to the practice room, but I ended up doing harmonization instead cuz my index finger hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harmonization lesson was, well, harmonization lesson. I noticed that the lift to ShenHao's house don't really like me. On Thursday, someone was moving house and using the lift for so long, I had to climb 17 floors!! Then today, it stopped at the 5th floor and I had to WALK down!!! But I stopped at the 8th floor and found out that it was working again. Gah! The stairs were darn dark lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home around 6 o' clock, watched the making of Narnia on TV, good thing is, it's in English! Ho! Hard to find. Lolx. Then it was bath time, and then work time. I practiced conducting... studied theory and sight read notes until approximately 11:30pm. Now I'm almost done blogging for two days... though I changed the date. Lolx. And I'm off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chat earlier with: PM, Jo&lt;br /&gt;Chatting with: No one&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: LeeHom&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Sleeping Mood. Lolx. 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I've been here for TEN DAYS?! Lolx! I have NO lessons today! YAHOO ~~~~ !!! But that doesn't mean you don't have to practice! ~ sigh ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up this morning around 9 something and started working on my harmonization. Gosh... You see me type "harmonization" every day, aren't you sick of it? I'm SICK of it! After around two hours, I started packing my stuffs and cleaned up my hostel -room 525.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 12 noon, XinYao's gonna come and bring me away from this hostel to her house.. and Aik Khai's house also, of course! So I hurrily stuffed everything nicely and neatly in my rosak luggage bag before dragging myself and the bag out of the room, unplugging the computer and checking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hostel keeper returned my 100Yuan Key-Deposit after some while whilst I sat and waited for her to fiddle around boxes... she couldn't find the money that has the paper with my name on it, so she had to call the other hostel keeper and asked. In other words, it took her a long while before I can get my money back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I waited.&lt;br /&gt;And waited.&lt;br /&gt;And waited.&lt;br /&gt;No images of XinYao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys (DeXing &amp; HuanBin) were busy cooking and preparing lunch, I watched them... lolx. Funny how DX cooked red beans with egg, he poured the red beans in before cracking the egg... so the dish ended up looking like some red-bean-mustard made for kids under 2 years old. Lolx. Everyone complained it was too hideous, so they made another dish to go with it. Hahahahax. Poor guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everyone had lunch, XinYao still wasn't here and I looked like some dummy standing outside JunYi's room and also outside the kitchen and also in the corridor waiting for her. Finally at 1pm she called.&lt;br /&gt;XinYao: JiaYing, why don't you go practice piano first?&lt;br /&gt;JiaYing: (I did had the idea of wanting to practice piano, but I was waiting for you) Ohh...&lt;br /&gt;XinYao: Cuz it's going to be troublesome if you come to and fro my place.&lt;br /&gt;JiaYing: Err... Okay lar!&lt;br /&gt;XinYao: So what time should I come?&lt;br /&gt;JiaYing: Hrm... (Looks at watch) Around let's say... 5? (Just nice for a 3 hour practice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, 5 o' clock it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JunYi's been exceptionally kind to actually want to stay and offered (insisted) to help me carry my luggage. *raises eyebrow* So, I ended up watching "Swinging Bach" at DeXing and ZheTian's room. Boy it was good... Poor JunYi, lolx. He asked if I wanted to go lunch together, then I said yes... but I was too distracted by Bach, so I asked him to go makan himself. I think I kinda know why he's so nice to me... because I'm nice to him!!! :P Serious. Compared to the treatments the others are giving him. Lolx. But I'm nice to everybody lar... Me mar. (Oh no, getting perasan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piano practicing was, well, piano practicing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 5, XinYao and I met up at the hostel counter... DeXing followed us cuz AikKhai's cooking dinner. The others are coming later as well. JunYi wanted to follow but couldn't because he had to lead the way. Lolx. He helped carry my luggage all the way down, whilst DeXing carried my laptop and I carried my froggy bag. Huahahah... it's nice having guys around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was good, AikKhai can really cook. I love my room... or rather, XinWan's room. To XinWan: Thanks for going back to Malaysia and lemme have your room! Muahaahaha... Worked hard on harmonization till late night (early morning... 2am) whilst helping Pui Mun with the lyrics on Scene Two, LittleNoise's Musical. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12450642-113786107322960166?l=jiaying88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/feeds/113786107322960166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12450642&amp;postID=113786107322960166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/113786107322960166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/113786107322960166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/2006/01/beijing-day-10.html' title='Beijing - Day 10'/><author><name>JiaYing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.jiaying.jiaching.us/jiaying.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12450642.post-113769126713497414</id><published>2006-01-19T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T01:21:07.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beijing - Day 09</title><content type='html'>Surprised how time passes so quickly? I am. Preasure knocked on my door since the third day I arrived, but I didn't have time to sit down and chat with him cuz I was so busy with everything... but the more I do, the more I feel his pressence. Exams are coming, and I'm so NOT prepared. Every time I feel this way, I'll remember a quote from some where and someone who said it in some movie "Everyone is born unfair. It's just who has the courage to walk down this path." Then to prove that I have the courage, I'll toughen up. I really do find it very useful... I mean the quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning came and went in mist of harmonization and headaches where some times I couldn't even figure out a single chord or worst, a single note. Lunch was cantin food taken away and ate alone in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to tomorrow though, new place, new day, new life... I'm moving to XinYao and AikKhai's place cuz their sister XinWan is flying back to Malaysia. I was wondering if thinking of Malaysia makes me relax, but it proves not... because thinking of it means thinking of being there during March where there's theory exams and preparations for the university intakes in USA and my worst nightmare ... SPM. Well, what is, has been and always will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for my second harmonization lesson of the week and third since my arrival. The more I know harmonization, the more rules I learned, the more I despise and hate it. I really don't see the point of learning it, I try to convince myself that maybe it might be useful when you compose... like choral music. But c'mon, I don't write 16th century stuffs anymore. (I'd die of boredom listening to Bach... no offence big guy)My teacher gave me a funny comment: "You write well, just that you write too freely." I nodded and grinned whilst the thought "That's cuz I hate restrictions and rules and dont's and not's" crossed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back after one long two hour lesson and am exhausted, all my brain juice dried up, was long deciding whether to follow the "gang" out at night or not. But in the end decided it was best to stay in the hostel. Hahax. So, ended up in JunYi's room chatting for maybe two hours before I came back in and started working on Scene Two. Lolx. He's a funny guy with some really funny thoughts, he's well, let's say... learning to grow up. Don't get me wrong, I'm learning too... but maybe a little faster than he is. Lolx.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes my ninth day in Beijing and here comes number ten. Ten days down, fourty days to go before I return. And thirty days before exam. Hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12450642-113769126713497414?l=jiaying88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/feeds/113769126713497414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12450642&amp;postID=113769126713497414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/113769126713497414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/113769126713497414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/2006/01/beijing-day-09.html' title='Beijing - Day 09'/><author><name>JiaYing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.jiaying.jiaching.us/jiaying.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12450642.post-113760323196821212</id><published>2006-01-18T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T00:53:52.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beijing - Day 08</title><content type='html'>Woke up around 9am today, decided to skip breakfast the moment I opened my eyes as the thought of bread and milo crossed my mind. After all, lunch would be at 11am anyway. I did mention in my earlier post that China people has this like totally HUGE appetite and they wake up REALLY early and sleep REALLY early therefore their meals are like REALLY early. So... Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lunch with JunYi...actually went to the cantin to da pau back, but then met him there at the cantin and he asked me to teman him eat, so ended up eating at the cantin. After lunch, I went to TianTian Bookshop to walk on round before I head outside to the cold cold cold cold bright daylight of Beijing Central and took a bus to Xia's house for my conducting lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brilliant me, no doubt, had another GREAT adventure... by sitting too long on the bus and missing my actual station. Sigh. What is it that I cannot do? So... I had to go down and take another bus, 716, back to my teacher's place and ended up being late for around 30 minutes. I sms'ed Xia half way through my journey telling him I'll be late... and he replied:&lt;br /&gt;"Hahahahaha... Nevermind, Take your time. I'm very free today, don't worry."&lt;br /&gt;"Sweat drop." He's so cute for a tutor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conducting lesson is my best and most looked-forward lesson. =] He said my wrist and movements looked much better than the first time I came. I wanted to say "OF CUZ LA! I practice everytime I get!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe... Evening was spent on practicing the piano. I haven't called up Lee yet to make an appointment for my next lesson, I was thinking maybe Saturday. I need at least Friday off. Sigh, everything is so packed together, I wonder when will I fall into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's harmonization lesson tomorrow and I'm ready to give up on harmonization again. Oh gosh, why on EARTH izzit so hard!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12450642-113760323196821212?l=jiaying88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/feeds/113760323196821212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12450642&amp;postID=113760323196821212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/113760323196821212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/113760323196821212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/2006/01/beijing-day-08.html' title='Beijing - Day 08'/><author><name>JiaYing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.jiaying.jiaching.us/jiaying.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12450642.post-113751352188087633</id><published>2006-01-17T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T23:58:41.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beijing - Day 07</title><content type='html'>Headed for the piano room STRAIGHT after breakfast... was kinda early. Couldn't practice much though, only around 2 hours and I butt off the place. Gosh it was SO cold on the outside today... negative 7 I believe. But with the wind blowing, it's really really really cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back and did some theory work, whilst munching onto an extra piece of bun I bought as "Lunch" before I called XinYao up and asked her the direction to ShenHao teacher's place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packed my books and stuffs immediately after 1 o clock and headed straight to ShenHao's place just in case I couldn't find it. When I reached the place XinYao directed me to... I frowned. "I've been here last night." It was the same road as the restaurant that we went for dinner the night before and it was very very very easy to spot. So... I was 45 minutes earlier than I'm supposed to be. What to do now? Takkan lar pergi his house at this kinda hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I walked around and the glimpse of "CD SHOP" caught my attention almost immediately and I headed over. The moment I stepped foot inside it, I started searching for none other than my beloved WANG LEE HOM!!! HoHoHo. Without doubt, I bought the CD. ORIGINAL CD. Which costs approximately RM17.50 ... hehe. If you buy in Malaysia, the price would be RM48.40. Why buy in Malaysia? LOL! But I must say the packing is of course very much different and well, the one you see in M'sia of course would be much nicer. But who cares about the packing as long as you have the same songs and very nice postcard pictures of darling LeeHom?! Muahahahahaha! (Don't make me start talking about LeeHom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now officially declare "Harmonization" as an enemy. But class was okay. He stays on the 17th floor with a squeeky lift and a small bulb outside as the only light source once you stepped onto the corridor. But inside's fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After around 3 hours of non-stop harmonization class which cost 600YUAN, I headed back to the hostel, freezing like a monkey stuffed in the fridge. I took some minutes off and rest whilst playing LeeHom's CD on my laptop. Hehe... not bad. Love all the songs. Though I really wished he had included "Finally" in the album, it's such a good song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner? McD's... with the "gang" consisting of: Me, XinYao, MingYan, Cheryl, DeXing, HuanPin, ZhongRuanGuy (sorry, dun remember your name liao), and Ooh, I met somebody new today. Although I can't quite recall if I got his name correct: ZheTian. He's from TaiZhong, Taiwan. I told him that I just came back from there, and our getting-2-know-each-other-conversation started from there, which in fact was a rather good topic to start on. Lolx. We went around Parkson's super market to shop for groceries. I didn't buy anything... but the "gang" did. They bought up to 500Yuan...Lolx. Geng lar the gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we came back to the hostel, freezing like monkeys in the fridge. And I started off with some harmonization homework... I have so much to do gosh. I also practiced a little of Sight Singing. I'm taking a break now from harmonies. Funny Sight Tonight: DeXing and Cheryl helping ZRG to dye his hair. Hahaha. Cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chat earlier with: Ian&lt;br /&gt;Chatting With: PM / MF&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: Good&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Nobody&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12450642-113751352188087633?l=jiaying88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/feeds/113751352188087633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12450642&amp;postID=113751352188087633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/113751352188087633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/113751352188087633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/2006/01/beijing-day-07.html' title='Beijing - Day 07'/><author><name>JiaYing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.jiaying.jiaching.us/jiaying.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12450642.post-113742675779983205</id><published>2006-01-16T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T23:55:05.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beijing - Day 06</title><content type='html'>Opened my eyes to a different view this morning, although I had the same actions ever since my first arrival... pressing the X button on the handphone to off the alarm. People actually started practicing their instruments around this area at this kinda time... but considering the time they go to bed... like maybe 8//9pm? I mean China Chinese... unlike we, (Sg'rians and M'sians)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the normal mornings in Beijing like every other where you wake up to the lovely smell of Milo (that I made myself of course) and two slices of smooth bread with peanut butter and chocolate spread. I think I'm gonna need to go buy some mee. Or I'll be bored... but I need to finish my bread... so. Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The harmonization homework that looked like a thousand of small armies ready to point their fire guns at me last night didn't seem so bad in the morning. Maybe it's because they're still asleep in their tent after the hard attack they put on me last night. Lolx. 果然早上起身精神爽. Those questions that I couldn't even put my mind on it last night came straight down my pencil this morning. Though, I'm sure I have mistakes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch, I had rice. JunYi (I tried typing initials... but realised that we have the same ones... so better not) asked me whether if I wanna go lunch with him and MingYan... both 19 year olds. (So far I'm the youngest around here. Good lar. Lolx) But I declined his generous offer cuz dun wanna waste money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, it's piano practicing time. I practiced an amazing non-stop four hours and was surprised that time actually passed so quickly. Normally I'd stopped for five minutes break between pieces... wonder what got into me today. Maybe it's the fellow next door... he definitely started practice earlier than I but when I got out after 4 hours, he was still playing. No surprise? Well, he was playing the SAME song... Chopin's Etude in F Major, Opus 10 No. 8, the one I was practicing before I came here and I only played my Etude for like an hour? And I got tired and bored...Geng lar the fellow.(Thus proves that I wasn't concentrating. LOLX. No lar, for sure can hear geh.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back to my room and started practicing my conducting... Beethoven Symphony No.1 in C Major, 3rd movement. One word to describe -- Worried. I don't know if I'm doing the right thing... I wish and hope I am... fingers crossed. Jean was outside packing, gosh her stuffs nearly overloaded the corridor... No lar, exagerate. But it was certainly a lot. Did I help? Help watch her pack... yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner, I actually ate some left overs, not exactly full... but it's dinner. Then Jean told me as I came out of the bathroom saying that they're gonna go out and have dinner. Hrm... wanna join? Of course. Hehe. Get to know people marr... So we went to this not very near " 新疆唰羊肉餐馆(XinJiang Brush Lamb Restaurant... lolx)" People who went: Me, Jean, MingYan, Cheryl, HuanPin, JunYi &amp; DeXing (who appears to be someone I'm supposed to know back in M'sia, considering that Prof.Yang stayed at his place *raises eyebrow*) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was FREEZING on the outside when we walked back... stopped by at this "Good Neighbour" (Another China 7-11 shop) as some of them wanted to get some goods. Cheryl actually bought ice cream and ate it on the way back to the hostel. *shudders for her* Lolx. Geng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to bed yet though it's almost 12 liao cuz I have to do some theory questions. Sigh, I really aren't so hardworking, but I don't see that I have a choice not to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: Good&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Footsteps of people outside&lt;br /&gt;Chat Earlier: Sister//Mom//YongSoon (he reached Sg liao)&lt;br /&gt;Chatting With: MF&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12450642-113742675779983205?l=jiaying88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/feeds/113742675779983205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12450642&amp;postID=113742675779983205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/113742675779983205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/113742675779983205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/2006/01/beijing-day-06.html' title='Beijing - Day 06'/><author><name>JiaYing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.jiaying.jiaching.us/jiaying.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12450642.post-113734455459635678</id><published>2006-01-15T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T01:04:04.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beijing - Day 05</title><content type='html'>Sunday, ahhh I love that word... you know which day I like most? If your guess was Sunday then you're ... WRONG. Hehehe... Give up lar, you can't guess geh. My favorite day is ... HOLIDAY! I woke up really really late today, my handphone alarm went off at 8:30am which I had set the night before, without doubt, I slammed it off and continued snoozing until the sun blazed hot and brightly on my butt, annoucing the arrival of a nearly "11 o clock".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally sampai hati wake up/washed/and straight away da pau lunch. Hehe... good thing waking up late eh. After that I started doing my harmonization and a little bit of conducting practice. I don't know if I'm doing it the right way, I hope I am... Maybe I should ask somebody... like whobody? XinYao... k. SMS her tomorrow. As I went out to wash my tupperware and spoon, the hostel keeper told me that there's an empty room below and I can actually transfer one floor down! Hooray... why? Err... Not quite sure. Now that most people I know are gone, I wonder why on earth I'd bother to transfer down. But nevertheless, having people around that you know but aren't very close with is better than having nobody around right? There's people on the 6th floor... just that they don't smile back when you smile at them and they don't say hie when you try to talk. *raises eyebrow* what's with all the orang china living on 6th floor? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my whole wasted morning unpacking my stuffs to room 525, I went out to practice piano as usual. Gosh YingMan was so packed... I had to practice at room four which in fact was no room... it was just a little small tiny corridor where they chucked a piano at the corner, and I was supposed to practice there. Well, at least it's in tune. Then maybe an hour later, the owner came in and asked me to transfer to another room. I was glad of course. I was to go to room 12... then I started practicing piano again. Practice practice practice... I think I was playing Chopin a little too much and over... so maybe somebody next door who was singing her lungs out went and complain. Hence, I was chucked to another room... Room 8. My, what a busy day. Practice piano also hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way back to the hostel, I went to Quick and bought water again. I even tried to buy the lip balm without bringing enough money. Muahahaha. How silly. Of course I apologized to the counter lady, grinning madly. I only had like 3 yuan with me, just enough to buy the botol of water... and I actually wanted to buy NIVEA's lipice which cost around 30yuan?? Lolx. I very Farnee larr. Hahahax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My evening was spent with my face and head and brain and every part of myself crushed into the nasty world of harmonization. It's nearly 1am now... though my blogger would show an earlier time... cuz I wanna make sure the date's correct. I still have around 3 questions to finish. Gosh. Kill me lar... so darn hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chat earlier with: PM, Josh.&lt;br /&gt;Chatting With: MF... he's feeling the same way I am... maybe even worst. Considering that it's college physics he's dealing with. Lolx.&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Beethoven, next song would be LeeHom.&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: Okay lar. The moment I think of harmonization, I can't even upturn my mouth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12450642-113734455459635678?l=jiaying88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/feeds/113734455459635678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12450642&amp;postID=113734455459635678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/113734455459635678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/113734455459635678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/2006/01/beijing-day-05.html' title='Beijing - Day 05'/><author><name>JiaYing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.jiaying.jiaching.us/jiaying.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12450642.post-113725649801607143</id><published>2006-01-14T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T00:40:26.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beijing - Day 04</title><content type='html'>I set my alarm at 8 this morning, but ended up waking at 9...haha. Breakfast was milo and bread and peanut butter + chocolate spread... WAHAHAHAHA... nicest breakfast since arrival (except the one on the plane geh). Nothing on this morning, so can lenggang lenggang for a while before I start studying for my exam on harmonization and thoery in chinese... gosh. Why can't they learn english?! It's so much easier to understand. Lolx. Try translating "Rachmaninoff". *headache*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after a few hours, just before lunch, I think "better call my harmonization + hearing + theory teacher"... His voice was very low and very grouchy and sounded really fierce cuz all his phrases were short and staccatoed. So he gave me the impression that he was around fourties, was someone who's short, old with moustache probably bald or something which contrasted very much with his nice name "Shen Hao"... Like it or not, he's gonna be my tutor anyway. He shocked me with, "Come at 5pm to 琴房楼 (tall building, music rooms) for class" ... and he didn't mentioned which room, he said ... "go ask." when I asked him which room. *raises eyebrow* oo-kay. Meanie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I quickly packed my books and head off to practice piano at YingMan Piano Rooms on the opposite street. I've actually been waiting the whole morning for XinYao cuz she said she could come and teach//help me with harmonization at two o clock... now. Since my "darling" harmonization teacher decided to have lesson almost straight away and I haven't touched the piano today, I'd better run off and go practice. GOSH the piano sounded TERRIBLE... NONE! I dare say NONE of the keys were in tune... *shudders remembering playing Chopin's Black Keys Etude* I was in room 14 this time. Gah. On my way out after 3 hours, I met JunYi who was outside room 8 waiting for his hearing teacher. We chatty-chat for a while before I run off to "Quick" (7-11 in China) and bought two big botols of mineral water. Takleh tahan the hostel water...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to the hostel and took what I needed to bring to my class... didn't really felt like going after imagining what my tutor would look like. Sigh. As I head my way out on the 6th floor corridor, I saw this tall good looking guy leaning at the counter, smiling and talking to the 6th-floot-hostel-keeper. The first thought that crossed my mind was, "Wow, cute." He was probably asking for something... the second thought that crossed my mind was, "Gosh... is he staying on this floor?! I want to get to know him..." Then he looked at me this weird way instead of a friendly greeting as though saying, "Who's this weirdo?" Okay... maybe I was weird, humming the beethoven symphony and waving both hands as I skipped along the corridor and walked when he stared at me and then skipped again to the lift. Lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to 琴房楼, this time, I brought extra 10yuan. Hehe. The counter girl said Shen Hao wasn't in. I shrugged... I was early. Then that cute guy I met at the hostel walked pass and the counter girl smiled at him and greeted him: "Teacher Shen Hao, How are you" I couldn't understand those words at first. Then the counter girl turned to me and said, "Shen Hao teacher is here, follow your teacher up lar." He was at the lift, and we stared at each other for a few minutes. GOSH MALUNYA... I WAS SKIPPING AND HUMMING AND WAVING MY HANDS LIKE A MORON IN FRONT OF A CUTE GUY WHO APPEARS TO BE MY HARMONIZATION TEACHER?!!! AHHHHH... KILL ME! We both couldn't help grinning as we went up the stairs to 3rd floor. He decided to climb instead of waiting for the lift. AHH, so cute. Lolx. He was probably grinning because I was so silly and now am acting so serious. I was grinning behind him (making sure he didn't see me grin) because he's so cute. Lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harmonization class was GOOD of course... considering having a cutie as my teacher. Lolx. No lar, he's a good teacher. And well, I'm gonna have a major headache with all the harmonization rules and regulations. Hearing for me... wet wet water lar. I got most of it correct. But well, not trying to be modest, but still have to work on it geh. Theory wasn't that bad lar... just harmonization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I came back and called mom, it was LittleNoise's practice time. Gosh do i miss them. =] Oh well... hope everything went well. It turned out not too bad lar, like what I thought it'd be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chat earlier with: MF, Josh, Patrick&lt;br /&gt;Chatting with: PM, deciding on chinese lyrics for my song&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: LeeHom&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Not bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12450642-113725649801607143?l=jiaying88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/feeds/113725649801607143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12450642&amp;postID=113725649801607143' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/113725649801607143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/113725649801607143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/2006/01/beijing-day-04.html' title='Beijing - Day 04'/><author><name>JiaYing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.jiaying.jiaching.us/jiaying.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12450642.post-113725438793782100</id><published>2006-01-13T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T23:59:47.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beijing - Day 03</title><content type='html'>I woke up extremely early today... 6:45am. Why on earth did I wake up so early? My lips was burning like hell as though if I make any single move from that moment onwards, it'll tear into pieces. So I had to get up and find water. The thing is, the water they provide at the hostel don't taste very good... so I hardly drank much water besides the botol of WaHaHa mineral water which had just a teeny weeny beeny bit left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a small breakfast of milo and milo and milo only, I went out for my piano lesson which was supposingly at 9:30am. I only brought 300yuan with me to pay my tutor... then when i reach the 琴房楼 (a very high building that holds hundreds of music rooms), the girl at the counter before the lifts greeted me.&lt;br /&gt;Lift Girl: What are you up to?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh? (blur... you talking to me eh?)&lt;br /&gt;Lift Girl: Are you here to practice or attend class.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ohh... (still blur, woke up too early, now still half asleep)&lt;br /&gt;Lift Girl: So?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh! right.. attend class.&lt;br /&gt;Lift Girl: You need to buy a ticket.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh? (Ultimately Blur.. i'm here for class wor... also have to buy a ticket meh?)&lt;br /&gt;Lift Girl: Over there.&lt;br /&gt;So... I bought a ticket which costs 10yuan, which also means I'm 10yuan short to pay my fees. So off I went back to the hostel, just to realise that I was also carrying money in my jacket. GREAT. Now walk back... fully awake, thanks to the cold and dready air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piano Class so far was okay. I'm not a very big fan of Bach's... there's just too many ways to play it and every different human being who plays Bach plays it differently in their very own style. Some say, "it's Bach, you have to be more conservative." Some say, "Bach's a romantic guy, you have to express yourself more freely." Some say, "Bach wrote it for a harpsichord, play it like a harpsichord." Some say, "You're playing on a piano, why not play how the piano should sound?!" I say, "What The Tut. Skrew Bach." My the piano was so horribly out of tune, the moment I placed my fingers to start Chopin's Etude Op.5, I nearly got a heart attack, but I had to hide my expressions and continue playing the horrible tune as though I heard nothing... *shudders* I don't know when will I be having lessons with this teacher again, but he's not my type... as in, not the kinda piano teacher I would like. Let's say, I've been brought up to play Bach not so well... expressively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on I walked back to the hostel and started knocking on the table and on books with my thumb and index finger as a wave my arms through the air like some moron... practice conducting larrr... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around lunch hour, I met up with XinYao and she accompanied me to the bookshop on the opposite side of the school... I bought some books with 12 percent discount... these people have far-nee ways of giving discounts. 12 percent? Lolx. After that, it's piano practicing time. Today's piano was much better then yesterday's.... couldn't recall what room, I think it's the second room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5pm, I went back to my room and came online to stop my brain from thinking about Bach... gosh, WHY BACH?! No one was online on my MSN list, well, no one I wanted to chat with till Josh popped up and we talked for a while. I was thinking about tomorrow's breakfast and thought why not go get some bread or something, so I told him that I wanna go out and get some stuffs. Hehe, he offered to take me around... cuz I said "You've been here longer than I have" when he asked me where I was going. No lar.. actually, he wanted to get food. Lolx. So we went to this mini underground supermarket and shopped for groceries//snacks. He's moving out tonight to stay at his friend's place, sad. Now YongSoon's gone, he's gone, patrick's going tomorrow, XinWan's going next week, Jean's going in a few days... I'd be left all alone to roam the corridors. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Off to bed. Chaox.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12450642-113725438793782100?l=jiaying88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/feeds/113725438793782100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12450642&amp;postID=113725438793782100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/113725438793782100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/113725438793782100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/2006/01/beijing-day-03.html' title='Beijing - Day 03'/><author><name>JiaYing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.jiaying.jiaching.us/jiaying.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12450642.post-113714037713950811</id><published>2006-01-12T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T23:25:43.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beijing - Day 02</title><content type='html'>The alarm went off at 8am sharp. I opened my eyes and moaned, "Gosh, shut up." Before my eye lids shut, I managed to slam the alarm off. No big program today, why on earth did I put the alarm on so early? The daylight in Beijing doesn't come out so early in the morning... but it goes off really fast in the afternoon. Approximately 9 o clock in the morning only the sun shines, but around 5, you see no more day light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had breakfast... ate some biscuits and bread and a cup of hot milo. Right... what else to do? Go practice piano. The sky was looking all gloomy and it was extremely cold! Even indoors... but piano... you still had to walk all the way to go practice it. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I stepped out onto the grounds, I nearly shrieked: "AHHHH!!!! SNOW!!!" It was snowing rather heavily and the grounds was covered all over with white patches. It was a rather funny sight, especially on the bikes that lined up at the left of the gates or dogs trying to lick the snow that fell upon them. So this is how it feels to live in a country with four seasons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised something suddenly. I'm very easy to please... HAHAX. A little snow and I'm head over heels. Lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practiced piano for around 3 hours today. I actually could practice more... but decided better not. Cuz I only have 100 hours for around 40 days... Went back to my hostel and ate mee for lunch again before I started listening to Beethoven's Symphony No.1 ... An hour later, I was found snoozing like a pig on my bed with Beethoven still playing on Windows Media Player... (I had it on repeat mode) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after a horrible nightmare of Beethoven waking up from his grave and punching me in the nose for leaving his lovely symphony no.1 on my WMP, I woke up and continued practicing my conducting which I was supposed to memorise the third movement by my next lesson on next wednesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, night came and I had to wonder what to eat for dinner... which immediately after my thoughts came the solution. RIGHT at my door. XinYao came and knocked on my door... she didn't want me to keep myself locked up in the room and thought it'd be good if she introduced the new people one floor below. I met some new people... Cheryl, JunYi, DeXing, Johnny (he cooked some lovely curry) and of course those I've known a year before, Patrick, Josh, YongSoon, XinWan and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that the test I was about to sit for in 30 days time was NO easy task. This got me worried. But I think I can handle with some extra work. Right. Time to do more work before I go and meet up with Datuk Chaw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12450642-113714037713950811?l=jiaying88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/feeds/113714037713950811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12450642&amp;postID=113714037713950811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/113714037713950811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/113714037713950811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/2006/01/beijing-day-02.html' title='Beijing - Day 02'/><author><name>JiaYing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.jiaying.jiaching.us/jiaying.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12450642.post-113699198546171032</id><published>2006-01-11T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T23:06:25.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beijing - Day 01</title><content type='html'>Airport. After leaving my parents, I stepped down the escalator and into the train where it took me to the duty free zone. I stepped into the world of sweets and candies ... CHOCOLATE! Not for myself. Uh-uh. It's a souvenir, for my teachers worx. Wonder how many teacher I'll be having... sigh. I bought three boxes of chocolate in this promotion pack where it only costs RM45.80. After that, time to board my plane. I proceed to C25 where I took a seat waited for the gates to open... When it did, I went in, throwing my luggages on the little x-ray machine before I walked through the little barrier thingy. Then the guy sitting in front of the computer stopped me and said that there was a long metal in my carry bag. AND after almost 20 minutes checking (taking everything I so susah payah stuffed inside out), he couldn' find anything. Pah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's flight at night? HORRIBLE. They wake you up two o clock in the morning and ask you to eat. WHAT the... (Sweat drops). Well, besides that, no one sat beside me, so I slept pretty well throughout the flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landing hasn't been much of a problem. I met up with the 88 group a long with "Little Rice" (Nickname of our tour guide)... he was really nice and friendly and had loads to say. Although I must say some of his jokes were really ... er... cold. Breakfast was superb... we had it in this huge restaurant which looked like a palace instead of a restaurant. It's pretty famous... cuz I saw a lot of celebrity's pictures that the restaurant crew took hanging around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, it was time to head to the MRT station. Little Rice offered to give me some money (3 bucks), cuz he was afraid I didn't have any change. But I declined it, cuz I had loads of small money... I need to mention this... he was so sweet. Lolx. He's pretty young and okay looking... hehehe...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I've been roaming around Beijing EVEN just on my first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My luggage's handel broke. GAH. Second time. First time I came to Beijing, it happened. Second time I come, it happened again. *Angry* It makes things so much more complicated... going down the steep stairs of the MRT (I counted, around 65-70 steps) and going up again to buy tickets.... and down again to the railway station. My arm was shaking madly as though I was some drug addict by the time I reached my school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached my school around 11, then I had to go settle my hostel fees. After that I need to go register for a card access to the piano practice rooms which is two streets away from the school//hostel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I walked to lunch with my friends from Beijing. And after lunch, I had to walk to the nearest bookstore (Which is again more streets away) to get some books I will be needing for my first conducting lesson today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN I walked back to school, pack everything I need... including my piano books, my baton, my conducting materials and bla bla bla into my school bag and off I went walking AGAIN to the piano practice center where I practiced two hours ++ of piano and realised: Oh Shit. I left my handphone in the hostel, have to go back and get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went walking BACK to the hostel before I head to the nearest bus station which is opposite the school... Thank God. THEN I waited for my bus for a FREAKIN long 20 minutes... considering that it's bloody cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I took the bus to the station nearest to my teacher's house and head off on a mission to find my teacher's house. Which of course, I always end up lost. But with good people and good courtesy and without doubt courage, I managed to walk myself to my teacher's house after an hour... JUST in time for my lesson at 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the bus was HORRIBLE. I waited at least for 40 minutes before it decided to turn up. GOSH! I feel like strangling the bus driver: "WHERE WERE YOU?! I ALMOST DIE OF COLD!!!" But I didn't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally at 9:20pm I reached my lovely and cosy room... bathed... now drinking milo... talked to mom... and listened to Beethoven's Symphony No. 1 3rd Movement. I'm gonna memorise it! HOHOHO! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:00 -- Mom called again, check whether I'm sleeping worx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: Extremely tired, feels good after drinking milo, but not energized. Need to sleep soon.&lt;br /&gt;Chatting with MF and PM.&lt;br /&gt;Playing on WMP: Beethoven&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12450642-113699198546171032?l=jiaying88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/feeds/113699198546171032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12450642&amp;postID=113699198546171032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/113699198546171032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/113699198546171032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/2006/01/beijing-day-01.html' title='Beijing - Day 01'/><author><name>JiaYing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.jiaying.jiaching.us/jiaying.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12450642.post-113688204853960136</id><published>2006-01-10T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T16:34:08.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Departure, Arrival</title><content type='html'>I woke up today, irritated by the sound of praying from the mosque near by. "GOSH, DO YOU HAVE TO DO IT EVERY OTHER HOUR?!!" I shrieked as I popped off my bed. It started around 5am and then 6am and then 7am... Looked at the time, 8am. Fine. Tak boleh tidur already, get up, get dressed, washed and then I started cleaning the study room. Have to get ready for the meeting at 11am later... PM couldn't make it for the meeting, so she'll be listening and talking (communicating) through the brilliant MSN system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting was good, at least we settled everything that we should be settling. My only worries that I'm leaving behind is no other than our choir - LittleNoise. The practices would be starting so soon and I can't be there to joy and fun and laughters of learning the scripts with them. I'm sure they'll make it through very well without me.. it's just me, I'll miss them dearly. I think this would be the longest time that I'll be away from LittleNoise so far... as though this trip to beijing is getting me ready to quit LittleNoise next year without any teary farewell drops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packed all that I should... man, the luggage bag is HUGE! I wonder how am I going to make it down all the steps carrying that as I head down the MRT and walk all the way to Beijing Central Conservatory of Music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel like to be just hours away from the flight that you are taking? In hours you'll be boarding alone on a plane with nobody you know beside you heading towards a country you can call "stranger" and to a place where you'll be studying maybe for the next couple of years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN"T WAIT ~~~~~!!!!! HOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!! &lt;br /&gt;What? You expect me to cry meh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious. The only word that plops out of my brain now would be "FREEDOM". Lolx.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh. I wrote a new poem... go take a look at Creativity Explosion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12450642-113688204853960136?l=jiaying88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/feeds/113688204853960136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12450642&amp;postID=113688204853960136' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/113688204853960136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/113688204853960136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/2006/01/departure-arrival.html' title='Departure, Arrival'/><author><name>JiaYing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.jiaying.jiaching.us/jiaying.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12450642.post-113662346237033923</id><published>2006-01-07T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T23:55:53.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>N.E.W</title><content type='html'>New Layout, New Hour, New Day, New Year, New Me.&lt;br /&gt;It's been ages since i've blog again... &lt;br /&gt;It's my birthday today! So this brand new layout's is a birthday gift from myself to myself. Hehe... Happy Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning: Called my conducting teacher that I'm gonna study in Beijing with ... Teacher Xia. I've been calling him for a few days (loads of times) and couldn't get him. I called him at around 9:30am and his dad (who already know who I was after all the times I called) and he wasn't awake. GREAT. So I called about an hour//two later and then finally got him. Here's part of the conversation:&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hie, Teacher Xia, I'm JiaYing from Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;Xia: Oh, Hello. Are you in Beijing?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No no no...&lt;br /&gt;Xia: Oh, when you arriving?&lt;br /&gt;Me: On the 11th&lt;br /&gt;Xia: Which is on...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;Xia: Oh...&lt;br /&gt;Xia: Err...&lt;br /&gt;Xia: How old are you ahh?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Just turned 18 today!! (Happy tone)&lt;br /&gt;Xia: Oh. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Dissapointed cuz he never wish me happy birthday)Er, Teacher Xia. What do I have to prepare for class?&lt;br /&gt;Xia: Huh? Oh... Dun need lar.&lt;br /&gt;Me: HUH? Dun need to prepare anything ahh?!&lt;br /&gt;Xia: No need lar. When you reach Beijing, you call me... then we have our first lesson and I'll see what to do with you.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (sweat: call all the way and all the time and you tell me tak payah buat ape ape.) Oh... ookay. Bye, see you in Beijing.&lt;br /&gt;Xia: K. See you in Beijing. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Bye&lt;br /&gt;---End of Conversation---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, that's my teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: Happy but a little dissapointed.&lt;br /&gt;Reason: Happy cuz I just watched one of my favorite shows of my favorite cartoon character! That's right... GARFIELD! Lolx. I love him. He's fat, smart, lazy... Hahax and downright funny. I'm also happy cuz the choir bought me a cake SO small I can swallow it down in one mouthful, a candle that will keep on lighten up again and again and again, a little angel doll as big as my palm and the best present I ever got -- a baton (I think it's call a baton)... conducting stick?? Lolx. Another happy reason: Li Da called. He always does... Yu Wen no longer calls, but it's okay. We know who's the good friend and who's not. Dissapointed cuz my buddy didn't say happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatting With: &lt;br /&gt;Jason just msn'ed telling me about tomorrow's meeting...&lt;br /&gt;PuiMun: We're now both officially mad about Vitas! Hehe... Vitas should thank me, I made her his fan by burning MVs of his for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday was celebrated with the closing of the photostet shop along with all the scripts we sent to photostet. WHICH MEANS... I had to go home and print the script. WHICH MEANS... I have to walk ALL THE WAY home and print it. Thank god not alone...shusim came along. THEN we found out that our printer ain't printing the scripts for us. Hehehe... GOOD. So I had to plug my pendrive, save and bring everything to Simshen so that we can print it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when we reached Simshen, my darling Noise choir tried to surprise me with the tiniest birthday cake (more like cookie...). In which I went: Oh... thank you! Then of course we had practice... today audition for the main character "Emi, Doll, Lin and Rudolph" in which the results are clear who's gonna be who. Well, after that I did the c2pid but hilarious treasure hunt in which a direction-less fellow drew the directions (half of it was wrong) before I found my pressies... hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the end of my happy eighteenth birthday. &lt;br /&gt;Good Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12450642-113662346237033923?l=jiaying88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/feeds/113662346237033923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12450642&amp;postID=113662346237033923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/113662346237033923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/113662346237033923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/2006/01/new.html' title='N.E.W'/><author><name>JiaYing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.jiaying.jiaching.us/jiaying.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12450642.post-113040706912538465</id><published>2005-10-27T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T17:57:49.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Show Support for SPCA. Show Support for SPM. &lt;&lt;--- I'm insane.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Support SPCA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4077/495/1600/banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4077/495/320/banner.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link: http://www.spca.org.my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been dead on the blogging world lately. Look back at my last post, and you'll see. So, what's been happening in my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPM is 19 days away.&lt;br /&gt;And I guess that summarized it all... I've been busy studying? Honestly I think I'm slacking a little too much at times. I don't think I've been working HARD enough. I just can't get into the mood? Distraction? You kidding me? There's really nothing much to do online these days, and nothing much to watch on the TV. I've been studying extra hard of course (compared to a few months before) but I still think I can push myself a little harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my last day of form five today. A lot of us (excluding me) had been crying as we bid good bye to our friends and teachers, and of course, the school. Five years. It was still as though yesterday we've came into Seri Bintang Utara, cheered our first cheerleading squad, participated in our first sports carnival, made our very first potion (Mine should be the one where you test kehadiran ferum II with iodine... hehe, it exploded... that's why I remember.), and so on. Yet tomorrow, we'll step out into the outside world for more exploration and leave this, what we should be calling -- our second home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no school tomorrow. But I'm still going. (Don't you sweat me. XD) I'm going because I need to get my school magazine! I can't wait to lay my hands on it. Well, since I'm probably gonna sleep in if I don't go to school. Might as well, wake up the normal time and head for school. Do what? Hehe, go to Jaslyn's house lar! Me and Audrey would be group (duo) studying History tomorrow morning. (All anxious on getting the school magazine) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll also be performing tomorrow. Yeap... where? Seremban. What event? Well, Raya and Deepavali's near. So, they hired 8 of us (Little Noise) to sing in the mall, seasonal performances. I've always felt as though I haven't done enough studying. Lolx. Yet I'm still blogging at a time like this. Shoosh. Not to mention, still going for performances and extra little noise practices. Like what my buddy said: Superwoman on her way. LOLX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: Kinda hyper. &lt;br /&gt;Reason: I watched Faking It last night and the "faker" looks a little like Simon. Lolx. I'm telling him now on MSN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatting With: Simon&lt;br /&gt;Wants to chat with: LeAnne (Need to tell her I paid it liao), PM (She's been too rajin studying...), MF (Hrm. No reason to chat, but wanna chat cuz haven't been chatting).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12450642-113040706912538465?l=jiaying88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/feeds/113040706912538465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12450642&amp;postID=113040706912538465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/113040706912538465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/113040706912538465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/2005/10/show-support-for-spca-show-support-for.html' title='Show Support for SPCA. Show Support for SPM. &lt;&lt;--- I&apos;m insane.'/><author><name>JiaYing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.jiaying.jiaching.us/jiaying.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12450642.post-112782925329529598</id><published>2005-09-27T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T21:54:13.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging Again</title><content type='html'>Yea. &lt;br /&gt;It's been some time now, hasn't it? Been bored looking at my tag thing? Lolx. Time to get it off your attention before you have to do a zillion taggies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Wang Lee Hom &gt;&gt; Hear my Voice&lt;br /&gt;I love this song. ahhh... lolx. By the time I finish typing this blog of mine, the cd's probably playing the third to fourth song which are also my favorites. C'mon... which song from Lee Hom do I not like? Hrm... let's see... how about: None? lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Somewhat happy, somewhat not very happy, somewhat excited, somewhat bored, somewhat nervous, somewhat of what we Malaysians and probably Singaporeans call: Rojak.&lt;br /&gt;-- I'm happy because I've finished my long three week trials today and ended it with Moral, not that I was brilliant at it, but it wasn't that bad. ;] Hahax. My friends couldn't understand me, "Really, Moral isn't that bad..."&lt;br /&gt;-- I'm somewhat not very happy because I'll still be sitting for more exams to come until SPM finishes... sigh. This thought kills a zillion brain cells.&lt;br /&gt;-- I'm excited because I'm in love with "Tian Long Ba Bu" (Heaven Dragon Eight Divisions) and I can't stop thinking about it. Lolx.&lt;br /&gt;-- I'm bored because there's no one online that I can talk to at the moment. Approximately 150 users on my MSN list and around 50-60 online now and then... but no one to chat with, no one that said hie, and those I said hie to didn't reply... except for Teri whom I just sent my latest favorite song of the year lolx. (Tale of the Three Bears)&lt;br /&gt;-- I'm nervous because my Art paper for SPM is on Thursday and I can't help thinking of it. MUAHAhAHAHx. *Coughs* Yea, I get over excited for exams when it's gonna come and when it's gonna end. lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling a lot of things and a lot of things' been going on in my mind and a lot had happened since the last time I blogged. Where should I start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, how about Little Noise. it's been quite a while since I've talk about the choir. Well, it;s all going fine. We've been really busy preparing outselves for the BIG Finale in Taiwan during Christmas. It's surprinsing how fast time passes by, there's still songs to pratice, dance to cheoragraph, drama to direct. I hope I'm going and leading them in the right direction this time. I'm not a dictator... and I better don't become one... HAHAHAX. I'm really trying very hard to be nice... and not too serious all the time, or in other words, not too harsh. Hope I'm working it out all right. Afterall, I am but a seventeen year old... so if I'm acting childish which I do feel a lot of times I am childish. I'm not that mature afterall, am I... Hahax. Some asked me which song do I think represents me. It took me some time to think and I think "I'm Just A Kid" from Simple Plan does the talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piano Lessons. Nice, more work to do and more to practice. The other day, Khai Shin didn't turn up for her piano lesson and I had to replace her as "student of the day" cuz well, I'm my mom's daughter and my mom's the owner of the music center and well... complicated. So, it's just that I replaced her. He was nice -- the teacher -- at first. But VERY cheeky and VERY sarcastic. Which at times I do feel hurt. It was hard controling tears back once, but I managed to swallow it down with fake laughters. Now thinking back at that, it's rather funny. Well, I am not perfect, I make mistakes especially when you just asked me to change something when I'm already very familiar to the old one. So, I forgot to do the little softening down at the dominant key transposing for Bach's Suite, Prelude Movement. And guess what he said. "I know, I understand. You already have a concept planted in your head before this and it will be very hard for you to accept what I say. I know, you can't do it because you can't accept what I say. I understand." My first reaction? &lt;br /&gt;Inside me: WHAT? UNDERSTAND WHAT? I FORGOT LAR!!! &lt;br /&gt;So I told him, "Huh? No nono, I didn't mean not to play, I forgot..."&lt;br /&gt;And he answered, "Really meh?"&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I felt like tearing him into pieces. Who is he to make such an assumption!!! He just knew me as a student of his friend and the daughter to the person who owns this musci center... and NOTHING else. SHut up lar! *(&amp;@E*(@$^@#^! So when I went for lesson with my REAL piano teacher, I told him about it. and he laughed. Haha... he used that phrase again on me (on purpose and for fun) but it felt totally different. &lt;br /&gt;"That's our catch!" he said with a wink and I grinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, school? &lt;br /&gt;JiaYing: Gah, dun't talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;lolx. Yea... it's been exam weekS. and SPM trials all the way. So... yea, school's normal lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALONIA SLAYERS ACADEMY&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE! JOIN! lolx. Go check it out:&lt;br /&gt;http://s13.invisionfree.com/alonia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right. Life after SPM. Hehe. Yea, LOADS of plans. Let's start with Outings... First thing I'm gonna do is go watch HARRY POTTER. Dunno whether I should go watch with Audrey and gang or should watch with Jason and gang. Hehe, decide that later. Besides that I'm also looking forward to CFe... cosplay festival... or so I think.. hehe. NO I am NOT cosplaying because well, no money number one... Number two, unless you can find me a costume that I can wear either on stage or for big dinners and not look too stupid. *grins* Prom? I'm definitely NOT going. Because number one: No Money, number two: No dress, number three: No date. So, never go to something when you have three good reasons not to. Then it'll be Taiwan... Taiwan... Taiwan *starts dreaming*. And then when I come back from taiwan, i'll be flying off again to Beijing, China. Beijing Conservatory of Music... here I come! Maybe if I'm good enough I'll be able to pass the Februaury Freshman Intake and go school during September. So I'm probably staying in Beijing for two to three months time and fly back later for five to six months and rot at home before I fly again for school. Mom says that I'll have to come back before my next term starts and maybe hold a concert or two to well, get fund for university of course... the cost studying in Beijing is so far the cheapest but the hostel rental cost a BOMB. And I'll need extra pocket money... so maybe I'll work part time, teach English or something over there. *shrugs* Yea... I'm studying Conducting. Why? Well, I love so many things and I couldn't decide which one I should major as... so conducting's the best option for now. You see... I love Managing/Directing things, I love the Piano, I love to sing, I love the theatre, I love the stage, I love to compose, I love to arrange, and I love to do basically EVERYTHING on and off screen that's related to Music. And the best thing that fulfills every single greed of mine is a conductress. That's why "Conducting".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? Friends... hrm... who to start with..&lt;br /&gt;Jason: This guy's been having some MAJOR sosial issues lately. I've been visiting his blog frequently... lolx. interesting mar. Somore he's such a buddo. So touched when he mentioned my name under people who he would never kill. GAHAHAHAHA. KILL ME? I kill you first ahh! lolx. Just kidding. Oh, he still owes me Alonia's first chapter of comic. Gah. and I owe him a script. I'll work on that asap lar... k?&lt;br /&gt;Pui Mun: I'll have to call her later. Ask her how's her giant feet going on. Lolx. This girl burned her toe instead of candles and lanturns on Mooncake Festival. Ask you to come celebrate with Little Noise ger lar, dun wan, see what happened? Somore after that dun wanna see doctor, infected liao lar, happy lor. Sigh sigh sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Mun Fong: Miss you. Nothing much to say lar, this fellow ahh, I think 重色輕友，有異性沒人性... Hahax. Aiya, kidding lar. You happy happy lar. Good luck in your exams though, dun stress melampau wor.&lt;br /&gt;Audrey/Teri/Jas/JiaChee: Nothing to say lar, see you everyday in school. Oh, I can go to the party this sat! Hehex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't think of anybody else at the moment. =] To those I forgot... love you all. Hahax.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12450642-112782925329529598?l=jiaying88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/feeds/112782925329529598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12450642&amp;postID=112782925329529598' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/112782925329529598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/112782925329529598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/2005/09/blogging-again_27.html' title='Blogging Again'/><author><name>JiaYing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.jiaying.jiaching.us/jiaying.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12450642.post-112520281988827399</id><published>2005-08-28T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T12:20:19.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Tagged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blog spamming&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagging : Anyone who reads this! Hahaha... Mun Fong, Pui Mun, LeAnne, Simon, Jo, Jac, Rong, Khai Shin, Kam Seng... hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Tagging meaning you HAVE to do this too. Just copy and paste these into your entry and retype the answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Full name : Gan Jia Ying&lt;br /&gt;2. Nicknames : Zoe&lt;br /&gt;3. Eyes : Black&lt;br /&gt;4. Height : 162 cm&lt;br /&gt;5. Hair : Black, will get my purple/violet highlights after SPM !!!&lt;br /&gt;6. Siblings : One younger sister&lt;br /&gt;7. Do u like to sing in the shower? : Yes, I sing wherever and whenever I feel like singing&lt;br /&gt;8. Do u like to sing in the toilet? : Hrm... depends. Probably no.&lt;br /&gt;9. Birthday: January&lt;br /&gt;10. Sign : Capricorn&lt;br /&gt;11. Address : KL, Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;12. Gender : F&lt;br /&gt;13. Righty or lefty : Righty&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you want in a relationship most? : Love, loyalty, trust.&lt;br /&gt;15. Have you ever cheated on someone : What's the definition of "cheat"? lolx. As in on purpose? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;16. Martial status : Single&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you have a car? : I would love one and my birthday's really near and I'll be able to drive soon, so this means you're gonna get me one? lolx.&lt;br /&gt;18. What kinda car do you have/want? : BMW 3 Series would be nice... in LIME green!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE QUESTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;19. Movie : I don't know. I love a lot of movies... but I think it'll be Les Choristes for now.&lt;br /&gt;20. Song : Now? errr... I can't decide between the latest Lee Hom's -- Simple Song OR Forever Love.&lt;br /&gt;22. TV Show : FBEye Sue Thomas&lt;br /&gt;23. Actor : No favorites. Good looking with great acting skills.&lt;br /&gt;24. Actress : I'd say I like Lindsay Lohan but I'll prefer to love Dakota Fanning. Boy is she a genius.&lt;br /&gt;25. Food : Food... now? Ice Kacang with extra chocolate ice-cream toppings and LAKSA please!&lt;br /&gt;26. Number : 7 and 8&lt;br /&gt;27. Cartoon : Besides Disney? Err... No idea.&lt;br /&gt;28. Disney : Everything they put on movies.&lt;br /&gt;29. Colour : GREEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE LIFE ETC&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you plan on having children : Yea... when I'm old enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you want to get married : Yeap&lt;br /&gt;32. How old do u wanna be when you have your first child : &gt;27&lt;br /&gt;33. How old do u wanna be when your married : &gt;27&lt;br /&gt;34. Would you have kids before marriage: Who knows? Why not.&lt;br /&gt;35. Do you have a b/f or g/f : No&lt;br /&gt;37. Do you have a crush : No. Unless Lee Hom counts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EITHER-OR (PICK WHICH ONE YOU PREFER)&lt;br /&gt;38. Music/TV : Music. I'll die without it.&lt;br /&gt;39. Guys/Girls : Guys. I'm no lessbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Green/Blue : GREEN!&lt;br /&gt;41. Pink/Purple : Pink then... if you put it that way.&lt;br /&gt;42. Summer/Winter : Summer. I'm really not a winter person.&lt;br /&gt;43. Night/Day : Day, I should say... it's kao kao chu time at Night for me&lt;br /&gt;44. Weird saying I have : Mandarin: Liang Xia...&lt;br /&gt; (Two times only ahh... Example: Help me take my bottle two times... lolx!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. What school do u go to? : SMK Seri Bintang Utara&lt;br /&gt;48. Have you ever taken drugs? : Coffee counts?&lt;br /&gt;49. What's a major turn on for you? : Chocolate! lolx.&lt;br /&gt;50. How far would you go on a first date? : How far? Not too far lar, near my place will do. Takkan lar fly overseas for a date? lolx. ;P&lt;br /&gt;51. The PERSON you know who is...&lt;br /&gt;            Funniest : Dad&lt;br /&gt;            Happiest : No one stays happy all the time.&lt;br /&gt;            Strangest : Me&lt;br /&gt;            Most Caring : Mom&lt;br /&gt;            Tallest : Audrey... Guys counts? Err... if so, then the form one guy in school.&lt;br /&gt;            Smartest : Han Yau. But to me... Yi Wen! :) Smart with a great heart!&lt;br /&gt;            Best All Around Person : ME~ yea right. No one, I guess...&lt;br /&gt;52. Which 5 people do you trust and are open with the most? : Mom and dad...&lt;br /&gt; 5 People? Okay then... Rong, MF and err...Angie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. What do you think of soul mates? : Dunno. No comment.&lt;br /&gt;54. Is it right to flirt if you have a bf/gf? : Depends.&lt;br /&gt;55. What was the last thing you cried over or got teary about? : Watching Les Choristes for the seventh time.&lt;br /&gt;56. What's something about guys/girls you don't get? : Guys? Yea, I have to agree with Belinda. What's with the one ball and twelve person game? It's really not that hard to get a ball for every player you know?&lt;br /&gt;57. Are you happy? : Yea&lt;br /&gt;61. Silver or gold : Erm, Platinum. lolx. Silver.&lt;br /&gt;62. Diamond or pearl: Crystals? Diamond.&lt;br /&gt;63. Sunset or sunrise : Sunrise. It symbolise a new beginning, new hopes and a new life.&lt;br /&gt;64. Have you ever gone skinny-dipping (to swim in the nude): Nope.&lt;br /&gt;65. Do you sleep with stuffed animals: Yes. Pikachu.&lt;br /&gt;66. Do you have any piercings? : None, am clean. Why poke a hole into a mountain?&lt;br /&gt;68. What song are you listening to right now? : Some Chinese Classical Music -- Gu Zheng Solo. My dad played it on the cd, so... didn't bother to on anything on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;70. Where would you want to go on your honeymoon? : Anywhere peaceful yet fun.&lt;br /&gt;71. Who do you want to spend the rest of your life with? : Someone who loves me and someone whom I love.&lt;br /&gt;72. What's your favourite sport? : Breathing? Hahahax. Badminton maybe.&lt;br /&gt;74. What makes you happy? : Anything funny, anything that's got a good laugh... I don't laugh at jokes though, unless they're really good. I normally laugh to pay respect for the joker only.&lt;br /&gt;75. What's the next cd/s you're gonna get/buy? : I'm getting this Spanish composer's Piano CD in two weeks time to prepare for my Piano License Examination in March 2006. &lt;br /&gt;76. Do u wear contacts or glasses? : Both.&lt;br /&gt;77. What's the best advice given to you? : Stop acting like a porcupine.&lt;br /&gt;78. Have you ever won any special awards? : Is being wanted to be loved an award. :)&lt;br /&gt;79. What are your future goals? : Stand in front of a crowd after a spectacular performance and bow, listening to their thunderous claps and cheers.&lt;br /&gt;80. Worst sickness u ever had : Fever?&lt;br /&gt;81. Do you like funny or scary movies better? : Funny.&lt;br /&gt;82. On the phone or in person? : In person.&lt;br /&gt;83. Hugs or Kisses? : Hugs. Preferabbly from the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;84. What song seems to reflect you the most? : I'm just a kid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. If you die tomorrow who would u leave everything u own to? : I'll burn everything along with my dead body! lolx! Not sure, not that I own anything much anyway.&lt;br /&gt;86. Do u have any enemies? : As in I hate them completely? Nope. If as in they hate me completely... I guess, yes.&lt;br /&gt;87. What is your greatest fear? : Stranded alone in complete darkness.&lt;br /&gt;88. Would you rather be rich or famous? : Rich.&lt;br /&gt;89. What time is it in Albania now? : Huh?&lt;br /&gt;90. Have you ever been in love? : Seriously? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;93. When was the last time you talked to the person that you like : like? err... centuries ago.&lt;br /&gt;96. Do u have any pets? : I don't. But my mom does and it's in our house. So... yea... Fishes. A LOT of fishes.&lt;br /&gt;97. Are you an alcoholic? : No. But I do drink on occasions.&lt;br /&gt;98. Who sent this to you? : BELINDA. Thanks loads for tagging me!&lt;br /&gt;99. What do you think of this person : Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;100. Do you want your friends to write back?: Yea. Afterall, I wrote back to my friend. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blog spamming&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12450642-112520281988827399?l=jiaying88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/feeds/112520281988827399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12450642&amp;postID=112520281988827399' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/112520281988827399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/112520281988827399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/2005/08/got-tagged.html' title='Got Tagged!'/><author><name>JiaYing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.jiaying.jiaching.us/jiaying.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12450642.post-112481748448488214</id><published>2005-08-24T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T01:18:04.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Bad Day.</title><content type='html'>Not today, I'm wishing that after i finish typing, I'll slumped down on my bed, cover myself with my nice blanky, and dream about the nicest thing ever, then I'd wake up the coming morning and have a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how was yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;Well. Yesterday was Tuesday. It started with an early morning call from my dad. &lt;br /&gt;"Ying, it's seven o clock, wake up."&lt;br /&gt;I nodded in reply. Five minutes later, I woke up, went to the kitchen, drank a glass of water and went into the bathroom to wash myself.&lt;br /&gt;Ten minutes later, I went back to my room... climb on my bed... and went back to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;7:30am. My mom called me from outside... she's been sleeping in the hall again. I told her I'm not going to school cuz I'm tired and lazy. She didn't say anything. Well, it's the hols and it's not my fault my add maths teacher didn't come to school for a lot of time and make us go for extra classes!!!&lt;br /&gt;7:35am. I was at the dining table eating breakfast. &lt;br /&gt;8:00am. I was on my way to school liao. Walked to the Pdn Indah LRT station, took LRT for one station gap, got down at Pdn Jaya LRT station and walked all the way to school. Like what my dad says, "Morning walk mar!" Well, I'd be glad to "Morning walk" if I was walking alone... but NO! I had to bang into my school mate and walked with her... in an extremely slow pace.&lt;br /&gt;11:00am. Finish class.&lt;br /&gt;11:30am. Reached home.&lt;br /&gt;1:30pm. ON my way OUT again. NOPE! I'm not going OUT going out, I'm going OUT to Simshen, so I can open the big doors and wait for my fellow Little Noise makers to arrive. Choir was supposed to start at 2:30pm, but I know that some would come earlier so I had to go early. Not alone this time, I had Angie as company. My sister? At home bathing.&lt;br /&gt;2:00pm. Two or three Noise Makers arrived.&lt;br /&gt;2:30pm. A few more reached.&lt;br /&gt;2:35pm. Those that's supposed to be here's here.&lt;br /&gt;Jia Ying's feelings now: NOt happy. &lt;br /&gt;Reason: Shu Xian came up happily as she practically skipped through the open doors I had opened. Curious, I asked, "Hey Shu Xian... why so happy ahh?" and the little girl replied, "Oooh, Fish jie jie brought me for a swim!" I raised my eyebrow and smirked, snickered and then sighed. I wasn't exactly MAD, I was just NOT happy. WHY? Well, the choir members had told me yesterday that they had "family" issues to deal with this morning, therefore they COULDN'T come help fix the leaves (Props for the costumes -- concert coming this SATURDAY). Then the thing that really triggered me off was when I grinned at the "GANG" and said, "Bye bye..." playfully through the glass door and pretends not to let them in. Guess what pretty said, "Bye bye ahh? Ok lar bye bye!" in a mocking tone, rolled eyes, and turned away. That strucked me straight in the heart. I opened the door, Rong + Angie came and said, "Hor!! Late!! Have to denda! One minute one dollar! Five minutes Five dollars!" and then cutie replied, "Give mar give lar, you think I don't have ahh? NAH, ten dollars for me and my sister!" That caught my hard and stabbed another wound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... what was that? What is with all the aksi aksi? Show offs? and Black sour plummed face? What did I do? I'm not the one who LIED and said they had FAMILY ISSUES and THEN go for FUN for some badminton thing! Oh... I left out another part. When I was on my way back from School, I met with ringy and she said she was off to tuition and couldn't come for practice. Maybe she wasn't lying. But she promised to attend the practice RIGHT after her tuition. Guess what? She didn't come. OKay, back to the other one. The gang. So I had a small talk and told them what I wasn't happy about, then I asked them if they were unhappy about me. No one said anything. I'm betting that no one DARED to say anything. Fine. Don't wanna talk in front, wanna talk behind? GO AHEAD! WHO FUCKIN CARES? Okay, I DO! I'm thinking ON BEHALF of the choir ALL ThE TIME!! I don't want it to divide! I don't DIVIDE AND CONCOUR! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Says in mocking tone, "Ohh... how wei da of you! You're in music, you are going to be a musician, that's what you work as in the future! That's why you are so commited!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to hell.&lt;br /&gt;GIMME A BREAK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys, if I'm the only one who LOVES this choir. Then FINE! Little Noise is DONE AND OVER! No nono, not for you guys, for ME! After this CONCERT! I'm gone for good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE YOU GUYS.&lt;br /&gt;YOU GUYS TAKE ME FOR GRANTED! THAT'S WHY!&lt;br /&gt;When there's a problem you need to solve when you need someone to do the dirty job like PERSUADE your parents to let you go to TAIWAN trip OR maybe help you out in something... ahhh who's there to do it? JIA YING!&lt;br /&gt;When there's a new song, you need to learn, you need to train up... OR maybe you need a good idea for next year's concert, or someone to do the script, or someone to think what uniform would we be wearing?? Who's to do the stupid job??? JIA YING!!!&lt;br /&gt;OH how about this...&lt;br /&gt;When you've just won something, got a compliment from the audience, and found out that Litle Noise is getting famous? WHo's the one that gets Credited??? Why I'm surprised... why isn't it Jia Ying this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the choir needs publicity, when the choir needs life, when the choir needs what ever it needs. Who's the one that puts every effort into it? Who's the one that plugs their WHOLE energy source into it and tries to make the best? Who's the one that gets everyone together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh c'mon Jia Ying, you're the president, you should do it!"&lt;br /&gt;Well, if that is fuckin TRUE of what you think, then I'm a failure. I really really really am a failure. Because I've failed to plant that little team spirit in Little Noise. Yea, because all my freakin members ARE so selfish that they sell fishes every single minute. But when the glory moment comes, they wouldn't forget to take a few percentage of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I was SO heartbroken today.&lt;br /&gt;I was heartbroken by the look of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm bored!"&lt;br /&gt;"Sienz!"&lt;br /&gt;"We've been through this again and again and again and Jia Ying still wants us to DO AGAIN!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! I KNOW ITS FREAKIN BORING! I"M BORED TOO! SO??? WHAT AM I TO DO? LEAVE THE FREAKIN NEW MEMBERS OUT AND SAY, "Oh, we all know the steps and moves and songs, so you guys practice yourself!" PLUS, it's not like you guys are BRILLIANT! You don't remember your lines, you don't know what to do next, and you expect me to be nice and flexible with you guys and let you off early just because you show me that UGLY UGLY UGLY black face you soaked in soot? I can MEMORIZE the WHOLE thing and NOT MISS A SINGLE WORD! YOU? CAN YOU? If all of you can! Then fine! I won't do the things again and again and again. ANd those NEW MEMBERS of ours, no, MINE! MY NEW MEMBERS! They can just go learn everything by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUH-LEASE! GET A GRIP!&lt;br /&gt;Think of this: If it wasn't for JIA YING, there wouldn't be Little Noise. Yea, it's true! I wouldn't deny it if you say you wouldn't die if there wasn't Little Noise. If you even had that thought in your mind for two seconds, you can suicide, jump off the building. If it wasn't for Little Noise... think of those happy times you had. If it wasn't for Little Noise. AND DON"T YOU EVEN DARE TELL ME LITTLE NOISE BROUGHT NOTHING TO YOU. I'll eat shit if you dare say it out loud and prove your statement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. I'm done with my say.&lt;br /&gt;Some call outs to people:&lt;br /&gt;Pui Mun: Thanks for coming all the way down to K.L. and bringing such a wonderful friend with you along.&lt;br /&gt;Mun Fong: Wouldn't had gone through this without you. Although I hadn't told any of you how I felt, but just listening to you caring bout me is nice enough.&lt;br /&gt;The Creator of MF: I had a great time RPing there! lolx. Running away from reality is real nice.&lt;br /&gt;Rong: You know lar, you understand me best.&lt;br /&gt;Angie: You're like my second sister, so, you understand me second-best.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: I love you too.&lt;br /&gt;FL jie jie: LOADS of love for just understanding how I felt.&lt;br /&gt;oh... and Jane (Ajinomoto) : *smiles* *winks* TQ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12450642-112481748448488214?l=jiaying88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/feeds/112481748448488214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12450642&amp;postID=112481748448488214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/112481748448488214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/112481748448488214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/2005/08/one-bad-day.html' title='One Bad Day.'/><author><name>JiaYing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.jiaying.jiaching.us/jiaying.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12450642.post-112316711623827901</id><published>2005-08-04T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T22:51:56.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Seremban</title><content type='html'>I woke up at 8:30am today.&lt;br /&gt;Wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 5:35am today and looked at my sleeping sister. Two minutes later, the alarm clock rang with all its might. My sleeping sister woke up, slammed down the alarm clock and walked out of our room. I smiled cheekily, happy at the thought of not going to school. &lt;br /&gt;I had a weird dream as I lay back on my pillow and fell asleep again. I remember walking home with my buddy - home... but not my home, somehow - and we walked through some place like Petaling Street but it wasn't Petaling street, we stopped by this fruit stall and bought fruits to munch around. Then we reached home - Note: I don't know who's home it was - As I was also questioning myself in my dream, my buddy dissapeared and I turned quite mad because he was holding the key. "&amp;#@*))*(# HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GO IN AHH?" Then as I turned around I saw my school mate, Mei Er, who was err... walking her dog and said, "Hie Jia Ying! No key ahh, why don't you come to my house and sit down while you wait for your parents?" "Okay." So I went to her house, and she showed me her pet turtle which I some how thought it was adorable but the tank and all was too dirty, so I said, "Since I have nothing to do, why don't I help you clean the tank?" So I helped clean the tank...and ended up wetting myself with the hose. Some how, Mei Er dissapeared and was replaced with SinYue... SO, I was actually IN SinYue's house and NOT MeiEr's house. SinYue asked me to go bath, so I went. And when I dressed, I saw someone (Dunno who) from the window waiting for me outside. So I yelled, "COMING!"&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up. Crazy dream eh?&lt;br /&gt;Why did I wake up? My dad came in and said, "Rong, 7:45am liao lar, you wanna go to school or not."&lt;br /&gt;I managed to roll my eyes, I dun even have to listen to know the answer. GAH. Lazy girl.&lt;br /&gt;So... then I woke up again at 8:30am lorx. Went out and saw a pile of university magazines on the floor under the couch. Hrm, mom's been up late working on that again... sigh, i love you mommy! Thanks for helping me out. Well, I've discovered that universities are expensive.&lt;br /&gt;After that I had milo and biscuits for breakfast, around 9:50am, FL jiex2 called and say she's on her way. I hurried to change and went downstairs. She came exactly on time haha. And I was on my way to Seremban&lt;br /&gt;We reached Simshen first, around an hour later... then we sat off with Little Apple jieX2 to the hall... Dewan Teater Seremban I think.&lt;br /&gt;MY GOSH. The HALL IS SO SMALL... I MEAN THE STAGE IS SMALL... PETITE... TINY... WHATEVA... &lt;br /&gt;Hrm. Ok... dun wan to think off that now.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we had lunch at this bread house. No, we didn't take bread for lunch, instead we took Nasi Lemak... really nice! YUM YUM! We were debating off what to do next, since FL jiex2 had nothing to do... so, we went to TERMINAL 1 with FLjieX2 after dropping off Little Apple jieX2 and watched "THE ISLAND".&lt;br /&gt;Hrm... what I think about the movie. . . so so lar. Not a wowzer. But not too bad. quite nice actually. Very creative with the idea of having clones.&lt;br /&gt;Going home alone in a bus isn't very nice, but I was clever... hehe, I brought a book along that I could read and there was nice music. So why did I say it wasn't that nice? Well, it's FREEZING cold that's why... and nobody beside that I can snuggle snuggle. Not even pikachu. (Hrm? what's with the Pikachu thought? Stupid. lolx)&lt;br /&gt;Reached home around 6:30pm. &lt;br /&gt;That's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12450642-112316711623827901?l=jiaying88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/feeds/112316711623827901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12450642&amp;postID=112316711623827901' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/112316711623827901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/112316711623827901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/2005/08/trip-to-seremban.html' title='Trip to Seremban'/><author><name>JiaYing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.jiaying.jiaching.us/jiaying.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12450642.post-112299162453220748</id><published>2005-08-02T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T22:07:04.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mist, Haze. Name it, get it.</title><content type='html'>It's been a tough morning to wake up, my sight kept swimming in circles and couldn't focus one bit. Sigh... great. The thought of Maths for my first two periods of morning study just sucks the soul out of me. And with my head feeling as though I've knocked it on the wall throughout the whole night, I don't even feel like going to school. But... No choice right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So school it is. Nothing much to say about... Haha. Except for the rockets we flew after recess. That was fun! I flew twice!! Haha, nope. Not me. My rocket! Yea, I actually build one, isn't that the coolest of all? The best part is, I build it in less than five seconds, amazing isn't it? I should sign up for the Guiness. *Laughs* Well, our plastic botols filled with H20 was send swooshing up in the air and mine flew like at least 3 person's height high and real far too! Hehe, no kidding! Although my first try was a total failure. lolx. It didn't even bothered flying, just "popped" and dropped on the ground. WHY? Coz something wrong with the pump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached home around 2:30pm today, kinda early. School's supposed to end at 2:30pm but hehe, since tak ade cikgu around, so slipped off early larx. No big deal. On the way, I couldn't help but notice the beautiful grey colored sky around and the almost visible but couldn't quite see clearly buildings that we past. What's with the air? It was bright and sunny yesterday and today it's dark and dusty PLUS dirty. The minute I stepped down from the car, I felt like someone had just chuck sand into my nose. GOSH was it terrible. It was WORST when I reached home, considering that my house has NO air-conditioning supply and I stay 10 floors high above ground, nearer to the lovely air. Even now, it's horrible! Surprisingly, it wasn't on the news! Hrm... what's with the environment care department?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got to know that my buddy got pick out of 40 students to attend this "thing" supposedly project based (I think) in China end of this year. CONGRATZ! =] Dun really know much else to say except that. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Les Choristes Soundtrack, special credits to Pui Mun for burning it for me. People should watch Les Choristes! It's AWESOME! How come Malaysia doesn't have it... yea, yea, yea, so what if Mid Valley screened it during the French Movie Festival. ONE Cinema out of ALL THE CINEMAS in MALAYSIA SCREENED IT! WHat is there to be proud of? It's a GREAT SHOW! So what if it's french, there's something call the "SUBTITLES!" And to hell with all the "Promote the Cultures of Malaysia." When they don't even BOTHER to butt in and care about things like this. What CULTURE? What's there to be proud of? Three Races in Malaysia that lives equally and peacefully. EQUALLY? HELLO? Take a look around. No offence. But seriously, you people have NO BRAINS. If you care so much for the ART SCENE, show that you do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me... getting off liao. That's it for now.&lt;br /&gt;Chaox.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12450642-112299162453220748?l=jiaying88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/feeds/112299162453220748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12450642&amp;postID=112299162453220748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/112299162453220748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/112299162453220748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/2005/08/mist-haze-name-it-get-it.html' title='Mist, Haze. Name it, get it.'/><author><name>JiaYing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.jiaying.jiaching.us/jiaying.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12450642.post-112255415534227203</id><published>2005-07-28T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T20:35:55.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two weeks later...</title><content type='html'>It's been really really long since I've posted something up here. Thousand of apologies to those who hobble by at times hoping for something to scan through... Today's Thursday. . . I think. Yea... (Just checked at desktop's bottom-right time) It's crazy right? I don't even know which day is it. It's like every day passes in a blink of an eye. SO MUCH to do and yet so little Time. Haha... But I'm enjoying every minute of it. GOOD to hear right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind has been with Dan Brown this week as I had my nose stuck in both of his book: "Angels and Demons" + "The Da Vinci Code". Personally I would favor Da Vinci more (Like half of the world does...). I think A&amp;D's WAY too exciting... haha, as in it shoots off into climax very early and for a very long time ... and well, Langdon is always just WAY too lucky... surviving everything... too heroic. Da Vinci is really nice, mysterious... and cheaky! I first thought it was the french policeman who was behind the murders... then I thought it was impossible... then I thought it was the bank officer... or the servant... but it turned out to be someone I TOTALLY didn't think it could be possible off... (At the time I was reading. Now I know who's who and I think back, Dan actually had given quite a lot of tips and clues around if you really were careful enough to catch and notice'em). Now I finally finished the two books, I'll have to find something else to read. lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People passing would start wondering "Why are you reading Dan Brown NOW? It's Harry Potter season..." Yea... Yea... Yea... Why am I reading Dan Brown? Cuz I FINISHED Harry Potter 6 in 4 and a 1/2 hours, that's why. LOLX. Harry Potter was just SUPERB, licks lips with tongue, I can't wait till I get my hands on the 7th book... GO ROWLING!!! GO ROWLING!!! Although I pretty much know that I'll have to wait for maybe another two to three years before it comes out. Nevermind, I'll wait! Can't wait for the movie though - Goblet of Fire. It'll be three days before my SPM exams finish... SAD. THREE DAYS! I won't be able to go on the first day anymore... sigh... I went on the first day for the previous three movies and this will be the first one I'll be seating in the exam room while Harry Potter 4 goes on screen. Sad... Sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change of Layout. Like it? No? Yea, I know... I've been stucked to the green color scheme for some time. Haha... lazy to think of another color. Besides, Green IS a nice color. VERY Nice Color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's my life? Oh, busy lar... as usual. I just finish a WHOLE CHAPTER of chemistry notes before I typed this. Wanted to type the chemistry notes out but my darling printer has just retired and refuses to work for me. Too bad lar, write lor. Besides, I would think it's faster writing notes than typing them... especially when you have a lot of mind-mapping and arrows flying around the paper. Trust me, my notes ... are meant to be mine and mine only... meaning: I can read and understand only... so, hehe, teacher, sorry lar. Hrm.. maybe Audrey can read'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's Little Noise? So far so good. We're getting hot and busy every passing week. The next few will be disasterous. Since we have like 6-8 new members... we need to sorta REDO everything. It's sad isn't it? People come and go... old ones won't stay forever. I mean, why??? Since you admit it's fun and you really enjoy it... why don't you work your way and earn your stay? Well, the reasons they provide for quiting is hilarious at times. "Parents dun allowed." "No transport." "No time." "Got tuition." "SPM/PMR lar." *raises eyebrow*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, gotta go catch FULL HOUSE on 8TV! Chaox!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12450642-112255415534227203?l=jiaying88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/feeds/112255415534227203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12450642&amp;postID=112255415534227203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/112255415534227203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/112255415534227203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/2005/07/two-weeks-later.html' title='Two weeks later...'/><author><name>JiaYing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.jiaying.jiaching.us/jiaying.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12450642.post-112152420552101521</id><published>2005-07-16T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T22:30:05.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Spree</title><content type='html'>Woke up in the morning and smiled. I felt good. It was a good night sleep with the rain pouring and I didn't even on the fan and slept till morning coz it was so chilly and cool. But I woke up rather early for a Saturday Morning, but it wasn't my choice. Every Saturday Morning, my sister teaches violin at home and the sound of her eight year old student's violin going out of tune playing B flat major scale just makes my hair on my neck stand as though I've gel them. Haha... So it's really hard to continue dreaming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote more of the script today, feeling rather happy about it. Then at around 11:00am I went out to my mom's place, I was supposed to be on duty... selling stuffs for the choir's fund. But the aunty that was supposed to provide food didn't turn up. So... I didn't do anything lar... until my piano student came at 1:00pm. She's really clever, but she doesn't practice her scales. Lolx. She is so me... perasan pula... lolx. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of that day was at 3:00pm. I reached KLPAC and watched this bunch of kids + teens and darling Peter Ong. lolx. OKOK~!! I can't help it if he's really good... act sing dance. Name it, get it! lolx. Plus that really cute baby face he still has. Muahaha... if he/or someone that knows him reads this, Muahahahaha... The musical is name: Jalan Impian... Yea, a Malaysian production. But NOT fully original, they took songs from all over... It wasn't exactly what I call a "WOWZER", well, considering that they have all the money they can get, good cheoragraphers and singing teachers... plus Peter Ong (=p) and some of the other singers helping in, people couldn't help to have high expectations. Some might say: "They're kids." But hey, so are the people from Annie's production OR Oliver... and Little Noise of course. ;P Each of them's wearing a clip mic and I don't really see any vocal work from them, whereas we Noisers don't wear clip mics but still produce the same loudness they do. (coz we can't AFFORD them... anyone wants to sponsor?) lolx. AND seriously, can't you get a better storyline? Whoops... I'm gonna say as if it wasn't worthy to be watched. NO Don't get me wrong. It really wasn't that bad. It was rather entertaining to start with, and they were some really cute girls dancing and the two boys rapping were good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 5:50 I reached Simshen and well it's Little Noise time. Had fun again. I mean, how can I NOT have fun with Little Noise. It's, well, like, you know? LITTLE NOISE~! Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story Ends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12450642-112152420552101521?l=jiaying88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/feeds/112152420552101521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12450642&amp;postID=112152420552101521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/112152420552101521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/112152420552101521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/2005/07/saturday-spree.html' title='Saturday Spree'/><author><name>JiaYing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.jiaying.jiaching.us/jiaying.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12450642.post-112126541196249935</id><published>2005-07-13T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T22:36:51.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art Project</title><content type='html'>The reason behind not blogging:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/alonia/ArtProject.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/alonia/ArtProject.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((Okay... maybe just ONE of it. But it's a pretty good reason eh?))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12450642-112126541196249935?l=jiaying88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/feeds/112126541196249935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12450642&amp;postID=112126541196249935' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/112126541196249935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/112126541196249935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/2005/07/art-project.html' title='Art Project'/><author><name>JiaYing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.jiaying.jiaching.us/jiaying.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12450642.post-112056836941161890</id><published>2005-07-05T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T20:59:29.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't think Day</title><content type='html'>Everything's falling in. &lt;br /&gt;Falling &lt;br /&gt;Falling&lt;br /&gt;Falling&lt;br /&gt;Falling on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No there are not&lt;br /&gt;Who do you think you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go again.&lt;br /&gt;Talking to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;There's SO MUCH to do...&lt;br /&gt;I DON"T KNOW WHAT TO DO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write a list, jot it down.&lt;br /&gt;Plan your time, don't just sit and frown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh great, did I just rhyme that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did. &lt;br /&gt;I Know what I'm supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;I know WHAT I have to do.&lt;br /&gt;But why am I RUNNING AWAY???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the pile of work and chores waiting for me to fulfill, just makes me want to turn away EVEN more. Actually, I'm finishing rather much of the work. But the work piles up even in the future. I know what I have to do even without being told to do so. AHHHHHHH *continues screaming*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons Lessons Lessons&lt;br /&gt;Homework Homework Homework&lt;br /&gt;Projects Projects Projects&lt;br /&gt;Activities Activities Activities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything up there adds up to ONE WORD:&lt;br /&gt;RESPONSIBILITIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE WORD sums everything up:&lt;br /&gt;RESPONSIBILITIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to DO those because I"M Responsible. I'm supposed to DO this because I"M Responsible. I'm supposed to DO that because I"M Responsible. GAH. Some times I just WISH I have the GUTS to IGNORE everything and say , "SO BE IT! I DON"T CARE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I miss you. YOU. you and YOU. WHERE ARE YOU? I know you're busy and busy and busy, but your pal here has NOBODY else to turn to if you DON'T turn up. And I'm gonna start getting WORRIED about you. Where ARE you? Mind telling me? Some times I wonder if I CARE just a lil' too much about you. FINE. If I can start the dissapearing act as well...&lt;br /&gt;Nah. That's stupid.&lt;br /&gt;I know you're not doing that on purpose. But hey... pop on some times and at least let people know that you are STILL ALIVE for one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrm... I actually feel better after typing everything out. lolx. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12450642-112056836941161890?l=jiaying88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/feeds/112056836941161890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12450642&amp;postID=112056836941161890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/112056836941161890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/112056836941161890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/2005/07/cant-think-day.html' title='Can&apos;t think Day'/><author><name>JiaYing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.jiaying.jiaching.us/jiaying.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12450642.post-112038834878375267</id><published>2005-07-03T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T18:59:08.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilarious</title><content type='html'>""" He was supposed to arrive at 5:00pm for an interview with my mom, but he was LATE. He came HALF an hour later. Hrm. NEVER arrive late, especially when it's an INTERVIEW. Hello??? He's excuse was: "Oh, I couldn't find the place." C'mon, you KNEW that you were to come for an INTERVIEW a week ago. Can't you like FIND OUT where's the place BEFORE that day and NOT ON that hour when you're supposed to be INTERVIEWED. Eh-hem, excuse me. Well, it definitely gives away a not-so-good impression lorx. Well, at least he wasn't that bad when it comes to the interview. """&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- 6:48pm &lt;br /&gt;I took that down from little noise's blog. Because my dearest and annoying friend told me that it wasn't good to put it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secrets....... says:&lt;br /&gt;don't mad ahh&lt;br /&gt;Secrets....... says:&lt;br /&gt;i think that you shouldn't wrote about Melvin in our website&lt;br /&gt;JiaYing© says:&lt;br /&gt;why? coz he checked?&lt;br /&gt;Secrets....... says:&lt;br /&gt;yalah&lt;br /&gt;JiaYing© says:&lt;br /&gt;well , I didn't tell everything&lt;br /&gt;Secrets....... says:&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;JiaYing© says:&lt;br /&gt;just the part where he's late&lt;br /&gt;Secrets....... says:&lt;br /&gt;you didn't tell anything&lt;br /&gt;Secrets....... says:&lt;br /&gt;if he's really mad&lt;br /&gt;JiaYing© says:&lt;br /&gt;why, he marah eh?&lt;br /&gt;Secrets....... says:&lt;br /&gt;don't know lah&lt;br /&gt;Secrets....... says:&lt;br /&gt;i just said if he's a 'san ba' person he will 'chong sui' LN&lt;br /&gt;Secrets....... says:&lt;br /&gt;ok??&lt;br /&gt;Secrets....... says:&lt;br /&gt;do you understand&lt;br /&gt;Secrets....... says:&lt;br /&gt;better don'&lt;br /&gt;JiaYing© says:&lt;br /&gt;well, he has nothing to "Cheong Sui"&lt;br /&gt;JiaYing© says:&lt;br /&gt;cuz he's the one late what&lt;br /&gt;Secrets....... says:&lt;br /&gt;better don't 'de zui' anyone&lt;br /&gt;JiaYing© says:&lt;br /&gt;how to de zui?&lt;br /&gt;Secrets....... says:&lt;br /&gt;cheong sui us ahh&lt;br /&gt;JiaYing© says:&lt;br /&gt;why you so worry about him?&lt;br /&gt;JiaYing© says:&lt;br /&gt;it's just a BLOG&lt;br /&gt;JiaYing© says:&lt;br /&gt;fine&lt;br /&gt;JiaYing© says:&lt;br /&gt;I'll delete it there&lt;br /&gt;JiaYing© says:&lt;br /&gt;But I'll move it to my blog&lt;br /&gt;Secrets....... says:&lt;br /&gt;kk&lt;br /&gt;Secrets....... says:&lt;br /&gt;don't put to LN's blog&lt;br /&gt;Secrets....... says:&lt;br /&gt;cause it's not good for us&lt;br /&gt;JiaYing© says:&lt;br /&gt;did he tell you anything?&lt;br /&gt;Secrets....... says:&lt;br /&gt;hihi&lt;br /&gt;Secrets....... says:&lt;br /&gt;it's just a suggestion lah&lt;br /&gt;Secrets....... says:&lt;br /&gt;not yet&lt;br /&gt;Secrets....... says:&lt;br /&gt;but i think he will &lt;br /&gt;JiaYing© says:&lt;br /&gt;k&lt;br /&gt;Secrets....... says:&lt;br /&gt;when we meet lah&lt;br /&gt;JiaYing© says:&lt;br /&gt;you know, someone should tell him that it's not good to be late&lt;br /&gt;JiaYing© says:&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave a link to my blog&lt;br /&gt;JiaYing© says:&lt;br /&gt;so he'll read it as well&lt;br /&gt;JiaYing© says:&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Secrets....... says:&lt;br /&gt;Wei&lt;br /&gt;Secrets....... says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm not kidding leh&lt;br /&gt;Secrets....... says:&lt;br /&gt;if he really see it&lt;br /&gt;JiaYing© says:&lt;br /&gt;wei, why you so keng sei?&lt;br /&gt;JiaYing© says:&lt;br /&gt;be more open minded lar&lt;br /&gt;Secrets....... says:&lt;br /&gt;aiye&lt;br /&gt;Secrets....... says:&lt;br /&gt;nothing lah&lt;br /&gt;JiaYing© says:&lt;br /&gt;then?&lt;br /&gt;Secrets....... says:&lt;br /&gt;it's just a advice for you &lt;br /&gt;Secrets....... says:&lt;br /&gt;hihi&lt;br /&gt;JiaYing© says:&lt;br /&gt;don't laugh when you're serious.&lt;br /&gt;JiaYing© says:&lt;br /&gt;I cut out that part liao&lt;br /&gt;Secrets....... says:&lt;br /&gt;hah??&lt;br /&gt;JiaYing© says:&lt;br /&gt;you re-read and see lar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- 6:53pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now everything's on my blog. &lt;br /&gt;Sigh... too bad the late fellow might not get to see that part anymore. Well, I totally understand why I shouldn't post that for some reason, but the other part of me says : "HULLO. NO BIG DEAL, I DIDN"T SAY THAT HE"S A STUCK_UP LOSER WITH NOTHING BUT HIS @$$ #0L3." MUAHAHAHA... excuse my language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- 6:56pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More conversations...&lt;br /&gt;JiaYing© says:&lt;br /&gt;so scared eh&lt;br /&gt;JiaYing© says:&lt;br /&gt;no big deal lar&lt;br /&gt;Secrets....... says:&lt;br /&gt;why??&lt;br /&gt;Secrets....... says:&lt;br /&gt;why you said me scare?&lt;br /&gt;Secrets....... says:&lt;br /&gt;i think this will hurt him loh&lt;br /&gt;Secrets....... says:&lt;br /&gt;why cannot meh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- 6:57pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I took it down because LN's blog is more like a business blog thingy. But MY PERSONAL blog isn't. So I'm free to write what ever I like. MUAHAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- 6:58pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I didn't say anything o... she typed herself&lt;br /&gt;Secrets....... says:&lt;br /&gt;friend mah&lt;br /&gt;Secrets....... says:&lt;br /&gt;must care each other &lt;br /&gt;Secrets....... says:&lt;br /&gt;am i right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- 6:59pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHA. I've so gotta ask my friends to read this blog post. ESPECIALLY Little Noise members! lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12450642-112038834878375267?l=jiaying88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/feeds/112038834878375267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12450642&amp;postID=112038834878375267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/112038834878375267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/112038834878375267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/2005/07/hilarious.html' title='Hilarious'/><author><name>JiaYing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.jiaying.jiaching.us/jiaying.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12450642.post-112013635841427208</id><published>2005-06-30T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T20:59:18.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Stressed?</title><content type='html'>Angel: Breath in, Breath out... Take another deep breath. There, Feeling better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Ying: NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demon: Go JUMP off the Cliff! Feel Better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Ying: Very Funny. How would I know what I'll feel once I'm off the cliff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demon: Yea, exactly my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel: You know, running away isn't the solution to your problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Ying: I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demon: Who ask you to run away? I said jump off the cliff ma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Ying: ... There's no cliff to jump over here anyway. Got balcony lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demon: Balcony also can... which floor you stay again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel: Nonsense. If you have the courage to jump off the building, why not take the courage you had to face all your troubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Ying: Who said I had troubles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEMON &amp; ANGEL: THEN???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Ying: *shrugs* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm THAt stressed up to actually start a conversation between me and myself. How nice. Why am I in such a GOOD mood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;br /&gt;Semester Exams are near (11th July)&lt;br /&gt;2) Gerak Gempur's coming (Next Month)&lt;br /&gt;3) SPM's gonna arrive (Next 4 months time)&lt;br /&gt;4) I have Art Project to finish&lt;br /&gt;5) I also have LK Project to finish&lt;br /&gt;6) Oh... not to forget EST Project&lt;br /&gt;7) Right... I heard got Add Maths coming &lt;br /&gt;8) The school choir's performing on 9th of July and I have to stay back almost EVERY single day of the week to train them...&lt;br /&gt;9) Lee Hom is here in Malaysia and I won't get to see him. There's a 50/50 chance that I actually GET to see him. But I'm thinking... nah, maybe not... WHY??? Because there's CHEER on the next day and I DON"T EVA want to MISS it!&lt;br /&gt;10) Simshen's Singing Competition has been postponed to 21st August which means longer time... longer suffer.&lt;br /&gt;11) Just remembered... I need to finish my class's layout.&lt;br /&gt;12) AND chorus speaking competition is on da 17th of July. And my class hasn't done anything...NOT even the first stanza. Why do I care? Because I'm gonna BE ON STAGE and BE HUMILIATED if we don't do well. And guess what? It's MY POEM.&lt;br /&gt;13) I might be taking my Licence for Piano end of this year... which means MORe piano practicing. &lt;br /&gt;14) I'm definitely taking Theory Grade Eight in October... more studying???&lt;br /&gt;15) Just by reading the list, I feel like puking.&lt;br /&gt;16) I haven't called/seen/met LeAnne eversince she came back. I feel REALLY bad. SORRY LEANNE! But Your buddy here just can't squeeze out any time to go see you... why don't you come see me?&lt;br /&gt;17) I need to start writing my application essay for university. And I don't know how to start.&lt;br /&gt;18) My list is neverending and it freaks me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEI... I NEED SOMEONE TO TALK TO LAR. IF NOT I GILA LIAO. Someone choke me before I start scremaing my head off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12450642-112013635841427208?l=jiaying88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/feeds/112013635841427208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12450642&amp;postID=112013635841427208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/112013635841427208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/112013635841427208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/2005/06/not-stressed.html' title='Not Stressed?'/><author><name>JiaYing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.jiaying.jiaching.us/jiaying.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12450642.post-111962500197467998</id><published>2005-06-24T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T22:56:42.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Report Card Day</title><content type='html'>It's report card day = nothing to do = Sat in class for the whole day = BORING = Dad's coming at 12:30pm = no point coming actually = since gotta wait until school ends anyway = but still came = no computer to use = no guys to court = nothing to do = except for my theory work which I finished in about an hour time = oh gosh... thank god this is my last year I have to go through Report Card Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12450642-111962500197467998?l=jiaying88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/feeds/111962500197467998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12450642&amp;postID=111962500197467998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/111962500197467998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/111962500197467998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/2005/06/report-card-day.html' title='Report Card Day'/><author><name>JiaYing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.jiaying.jiaching.us/jiaying.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12450642.post-111936730108990804</id><published>2005-06-21T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T23:23:34.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Samual What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Lalas should be rounded up and shot &lt;br /&gt;Message: i soo agree!! * MelC *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Started by Samuel Wong Jun Hao; &lt;br /&gt;Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendster has been chewed up and spit &lt;br /&gt;out like&lt;br /&gt;bad bacon by Malaysians. Why? The bad &lt;br /&gt;use of&lt;br /&gt;English, the act of retardedism and most&lt;br /&gt;importantly, the disgusting and &lt;br /&gt;unfathomable&lt;br /&gt;pictures of you guys acting cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puffing up your cheeks DOES NOT make &lt;br /&gt;you look&lt;br /&gt;cute. It just emphasises on how you're &lt;br /&gt;trying to&lt;br /&gt;hold back a burp. You look like a &lt;br /&gt;pufferfish. A&lt;br /&gt;moronic pufferfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a shot from the top is alright, but &lt;br /&gt;do not&lt;br /&gt;ever open your eyes super wide and act &lt;br /&gt;cute.&lt;br /&gt;Never. It freaks people out, gives hentai &lt;br /&gt;lovers a&lt;br /&gt;description of how you're begging to get &lt;br /&gt;your face&lt;br /&gt;sprayed all over with cum. Oh yeah, you &lt;br /&gt;look like&lt;br /&gt;a dog too. My dog. So bark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT EVER DO HAND GESTURES. It &lt;br /&gt;just&lt;br /&gt;symbolises&lt;br /&gt;on your stupidity and how you are trying &lt;br /&gt;so hard&lt;br /&gt;to speak 'Retard' in sign language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;euu; miie; &lt;br /&gt;blahblahblahinserthereenlongatedword.&lt;br /&gt;They are creative, so to speak, but when &lt;br /&gt;you write&lt;br /&gt;compositions, you don't spell them like &lt;br /&gt;that, do&lt;br /&gt;you? I'd rather you take the time to spell &lt;br /&gt;every&lt;br /&gt;word correctly and leave a good &lt;br /&gt;impression on&lt;br /&gt;foreigners, than leave your dimwit-slime &lt;br /&gt;all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get your grammar and vocabulary &lt;br /&gt;right. "Love&lt;br /&gt;hurts", not "Love hurt".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is up with the how "moii" thing? Moi &lt;br /&gt;is a&lt;br /&gt;french word - stop abusing that word, lest &lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;french invade. Do you actually use that &lt;br /&gt;word in&lt;br /&gt;your real life conversations? Do you know &lt;br /&gt;how to&lt;br /&gt;pronounce it? And if you do, it's not "mu-&lt;br /&gt;oi".&lt;br /&gt;It's "muah", you moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I merely want you all to change for the &lt;br /&gt;better of&lt;br /&gt;not only the country, but for your own sake &lt;br /&gt;too.&lt;br /&gt;But hey, read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever doesn't sign admits the fact that &lt;br /&gt;he/she&lt;br /&gt;has condemned himself or herself to my &lt;br /&gt;list of&lt;br /&gt;so-to-speak dumbpricks and/or crackheads.&lt;br /&gt;Inducing&lt;br /&gt;on that fact, you are also welcome to my &lt;br /&gt;full list&lt;br /&gt;of insults, garbage and junk.If I have &lt;br /&gt;offended&lt;br /&gt;any of you, you are a loser as you are &lt;br /&gt;easily&lt;br /&gt;agitated by just an internet mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dEn sOmE pE0p|e lIk3 t0 tYpE liKe ThAt &lt;br /&gt;i dUnN0&lt;br /&gt;wHy..SeE liA0 eY3s aLs0 p4iN mAn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd also like to give this bulletin a finishing&lt;br /&gt;touch. All that copying and pasting &lt;br /&gt;forwarded&lt;br /&gt;testimonials, are lame. Please. Dumb. &lt;br /&gt;Disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;Totally. Write your own testimonial or &lt;br /&gt;don't send&lt;br /&gt;one at all! Oh, I forgot to mention. &lt;br /&gt;Testimonials&lt;br /&gt;are statements or character and conduct &lt;br /&gt;presented&lt;br /&gt;to others as a mark of esteem. Not places &lt;br /&gt;for you&lt;br /&gt;to wish happy birthday and type whatever &lt;br /&gt;junk you&lt;br /&gt;have in your hollow brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy is awesome. Props to him. &lt;br /&gt;Lemme add some&lt;br /&gt;of my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vain camera/webcam whores are...lame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Substituting letters for funny symbols that&lt;br /&gt;resemble alphabets is a pain to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chain letters that will kill you/wreck your &lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;life/give u a bad day/make a certain &lt;br /&gt;person fall&lt;br /&gt;in love with you if sent to 15 people are&lt;br /&gt;hilarious. Hard to believe people fall for &lt;br /&gt;them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Friendster would want to close down &lt;br /&gt;cause they&lt;br /&gt;were running out of 'space' they would &lt;br /&gt;pass&lt;br /&gt;bulletins around to see if anyone was &lt;br /&gt;actually&lt;br /&gt;using their accounts. They just check your &lt;br /&gt;login&lt;br /&gt;record, fools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*not intended to insult anyone, just my 2 &lt;br /&gt;cents&lt;br /&gt;bout Friendster. Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Lalas should be rounded up and shot &lt;br /&gt;or gassed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrm, and I thought Singaporeans were supposed to be civilized. Haha.. it's hilarious that he actually paid attention to so many little things that i wouldn't even bother taking a look at, not to say putting any thoughts on... Good one though... cuz he caught my attention.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12450642-111936730108990804?l=jiaying88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/feeds/111936730108990804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12450642&amp;postID=111936730108990804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/111936730108990804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/111936730108990804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/2005/06/samual-what.html' title='Samual What?'/><author><name>JiaYing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.jiaying.jiaching.us/jiaying.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12450642.post-111899669343881392</id><published>2005-06-17T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T16:24:53.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NS - National Service? No Sense?</title><content type='html'>"Kena NS?"&lt;br /&gt;"Did you get it?"&lt;br /&gt;"How many in your class kena?"&lt;br /&gt;"NS's OUT!"&lt;br /&gt;"Check already ornot?"&lt;br /&gt;*hears someone crying*&lt;br /&gt;"She kena lar..."&lt;br /&gt;"You lerr?"&lt;br /&gt;"When's the full list coming out?"&lt;br /&gt;"Real ornot?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National Service.&lt;br /&gt;That is said to bring honor, pride and joy,&lt;br /&gt;to the people, their family and the country,&lt;br /&gt;Three months,&lt;br /&gt;of endless physical training, &lt;br /&gt;knowledge compressing,&lt;br /&gt;and stinking baths,&lt;br /&gt;A must for those lucky 18 year-olds,&lt;br /&gt;to fulfill their duties,&lt;br /&gt;take the challenge,&lt;br /&gt;meet the standards,&lt;br /&gt;of a true Malaysian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*crow flies ahead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... The first stanza for a Chorus Speaking, what do you say? lolx. National service (Here I go again... haha). HEY, it's NOT my fault everyone revolving around my earth nowadays starts talking about it. Yea, so what if the list is out? So what if you're in? So what if you're not? It's just another stinkin program the gov tries to waste money on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you've been pick, go through it. If you've escaped, then roll down the stairs and start knocking your head as a sign of apreciation to the country for not picking you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really DO wonder why go for NS? I mean... what's the point? Go for NS so you would come back looking like some black monkey from south africa that swings from branches to branches, singing the national anthem on the top of your lungs while you head down to the grocery store for a bottle of milkshake? Or maybe to train you to wake up 4 o clock in the morning and start stomping around the house, whistling to wake your siblings, yelling commands, naming everything and everyone with code numbers, does a thousand push ups and sit ups and making everyone do the same before you head onto breakfast - which also comes in a packet because it's fast, handy, healthy and easy to pack away when you're on a deserted island, looking out for enemies...&lt;br /&gt;okay, I've gone too far. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the point going for National Service? I really really really DO NOT see it. You waste 3 months time learning HISTORY and doing stupid Morning Runs and Exercise (which, they call training), then you RISK yourself being in dangerous situation like -gatting yourself raped or abused, then you can't BATH properly because there's no shower, just a big tub in the middle that every girl in the room shares, and you end up getting the polkadots desease on your body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is National Service for??? If it's like what Singapore's doing... 2 years for guys ONLY... then I understand the point. Let's say the country's in trouble and you need an army to defend the country, then these people can go back and help. That's what National Service is FOR right? But the kids going for training now are only going to live there for 3 stinkin months and they're free to go. What can you LEARN in 3 months? Jog around the field? PLUS, the gov actually gives you pocket money... so that you can learn something (what ever they mentioned) in those 3 months... What the heck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the big question: Am I PICKED for National Service?&lt;br /&gt;According to the online checkings: NO&lt;br /&gt;According to the actual list: Wait for my post next Wednesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12450642-111899669343881392?l=jiaying88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/feeds/111899669343881392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12450642&amp;postID=111899669343881392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/111899669343881392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/111899669343881392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/2005/06/ns-national-service-no-sense.html' title='NS - National Service? No Sense?'/><author><name>JiaYing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.jiaying.jiaching.us/jiaying.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12450642.post-111850577787671303</id><published>2005-06-11T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T00:02:57.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Post</title><content type='html'>Dear you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been another "some time" since I've actually typed into this little box here in blogger.com, somehow the blogging spirit just hasn't risen from the err... sleep. So why am I here blogging today? No reason. Thought maybe I'd jot down some stuffs happening around my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumblebee's back from the neighbour land and LA's arriving today. Actually she just called me up to tell me she has safely landed... isn't that sweet? lolx. Well, just went out on Thursday with Bumblebee and Mosquito and Panda and some Physco fellow that I haven't met for YEARS. It's like some small primary school gathering in Leisure Mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all agreed to meet up at 12:00pm, A&amp;W, Leisure Mall. So Panda's dad came and fetch me around 11:15am... I bid mom goodbye, walked out the door, entered the lift. walked out the lift and to the guard house. WOW... I CAN WALK alsmot smoothly liao. lolx. Panda's dad arrived soon and I stepped IN!!!! lol... We reached Leisure Mall around 10 minutes later and searched for Celcom, which according to my dad, is BEHIND Guitar Store. So we walked nearer and nearer to Guitar Store when Panda stopped and started laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT?" I asked, puzzled and turned around myself as well and started laughing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us were standing RIGHT opposite Celcom and we didn't even notice that. THANKS DAD, you really got us! It's OPPOSITE Guitar Store NOT BEHIND IT! =_=""" After a few moments of phone fixing and bill paying, we headed off to Guitar Store cuz Panda wanted to BUY a new Guitar. That not very cute looking guy who entertained us and demonstrated his skills to show off the guitars + his skills, kept looking to me as he spoke, as if I'm buying the guitar. Gah. I don't mind if you're good looking, but he looks like some japanese rice ball with spiky hair and oily face. So, *shivers*, get the picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 12:30pm, lolx, we got to A&amp;W. Mosquito and Physco had already reached there like hehe, half an hour ago. Well, BLAME PANDA. Don't look at me. Then only I remembered to morning-call Bumblebee, well his house is just a few blocks away, so he came. We had lunch at A&amp;W, I insisted on going somewhere else but those people ordered food already... so, I didn't take lunch. Then we went to get the movie tickets: "Mr. And Mrs. Smith", the movie rumored to be the key of divorsion for Mr. Brad Pitt and Miss Jennifer ex Pitt. Then since we had like almost 2 hours before the movie headed for a start, we went to the arcade and I did some car racing and finger-fighting. Haha. Fun. Too bad the bumper cars weren't on. Movie was okay, not "WOW", but not bad either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remembered, Mosquito and Panda's been mentioning the same issues on me and Bumblebee. Sigh, it's actually getting kinda irritating. It's fine if they ask for the first or second time... but god knows how many times they like to bring up the issue. If I say too much, they'll think I'm sensitive. If I don't say anything, they'll assume that it's it... +_+""" Some very long time ago, I thought the issue throughout already and well, no matter how you guys wish us to be, we wouldn't. Or no matter HOW MUCH we look like we ARE, We aren't. WHY? Because it's IMPOSSIBLE. Don't say NOTHING's IMPOSSIBLE. I know nothing is, but why do something when you already know the ending? Plus, there's an extend of where things could go between bees and ducks. And we know it. When to go on, when to stop. That's why we're fond of each other. That's why we're buddies, best pals. and END of story. Stop asking things that wouldn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, how about today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked to Simshen TWICE today! hehe, improvement right? But still a little scared when it comes to road-crossing. Cuz terlalu banyak kenderaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir was fun. We sang Lee Hom's Zhu Lin Shen Chu acapella. Lee Hom, I AM PROUD OF YOU and you should be PROUD of me...hehe...for making such a good arrangements and playing around nice tones with harmonies with your lovely song. And of course, credits to Mosquito for putting all my hideos note writing into lovely scores with the help of sibelius (i think). Well, too bad Mosquito won't be joining us anymore with the choir. Hope we'll GAIN MORE MEMBERS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO LITTLE NOISE! GO! &lt;br /&gt;Oh, see me on The STAR and Oriental Daily. I'm on the NEWS!!! lolx.&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now I think.&lt;br /&gt;Will blog next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12450642-111850577787671303?l=jiaying88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/feeds/111850577787671303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12450642&amp;postID=111850577787671303' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/111850577787671303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/111850577787671303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post.html' title='Blog Post'/><author><name>JiaYing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.jiaying.jiaching.us/jiaying.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12450642.post-111803584464918776</id><published>2005-06-06T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T13:30:44.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Spree</title><content type='html'>It's Monday again and waking up at 10:30am in the morning is just what I'd love to do EVERY SINGLE day of EVERY YEAR. Ho Ho Ho. But happy mornings don't last forever. This is the second Monday morning that I woke up late... and i'm really going to miss it because next Monday it's going to be back to 5:45am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe it, school's like just one week away and I feel like I just started my holidays. lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I been doing for the pass week during the hols:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Practice Piano&lt;br /&gt;2) Eat&lt;br /&gt;3) Sleep&lt;br /&gt;4) Play PS (Harry Potter mostly)&lt;br /&gt;5) Wrote 3 chapters for "The E.Y.E." , finishing up the fourth now...&lt;br /&gt;6) Watched TV&lt;br /&gt;7) Chat on MSN&lt;br /&gt;8) Daydream&lt;br /&gt;9) Did some LK work&lt;br /&gt;10) Oh, I visited my aunt for Durian eating two days ago&lt;br /&gt;11) Watched Little Noise punya Movie for god knows how many times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it nice?&lt;br /&gt;I mean, all I have to do is eat sleep and play + practice piano for at least 2 and a 1/2 hours a day.&lt;br /&gt;COOL ~~~ right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, some of you might say : "HOLIDAYS ARE SO BORING!!!"&lt;br /&gt;which to me, is actually a GOOD sign. I hardly get to feel the boredom during my school days, cuz it's WORK WORK plus MORE WORK and well i'm also tons happier + free'ier after Little Noise's musical on the 29th. So I can officially say : I'm BORED! I HAVE NOTHING TO DO!&lt;br /&gt;But I LOVE being bored and I don't want it to end.&lt;br /&gt;Muahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Remember. You've learn something reading my blog today :"Being bored is a good sign!" but only during the hols. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's it.&lt;br /&gt;Around 5:00pm later I'm going for the violin workshop in Simshen. No. I don't play the violin. I'm there as the accompanist. Speaking of it... I haven't play through the songs yet... yaiks. Better go run through later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then tonight we have the "after-concert" meeting with all the Little Noise members. Probably going for supper after that... hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh speaking of choir, I had a WEIRD dream which turned out to be rather useful. lolx. I dream that we sang "Racin' horses" in acappella for the competition end of this year, December. lolx. It could actually work you know? Haha...&lt;br /&gt;AND, by the way. I can WALK! hehe... so I'm heading for GENTING tomorrow for the musical - OLIVER. Any one wants to join can come... on your own transport and we'll meet in Genting lar! haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12450642-111803584464918776?l=jiaying88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/feeds/111803584464918776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12450642&amp;postID=111803584464918776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/111803584464918776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/111803584464918776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/2005/06/holiday-spree.html' title='Holiday Spree'/><author><name>JiaYing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.jiaying.jiaching.us/jiaying.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12450642.post-111752118813304060</id><published>2005-05-31T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T14:33:08.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>29th May, A Day Never to Forget.</title><content type='html'>I woke up early today, 8:30am in the morning. The moment my eyes popped open, my brain told me something terrifying: "Concert's today.." Heaving a sigh, I sat up on my bed. "11 hours and 30 minutes to go." I blurted, waking Angie up as I stood on the ground, accidently stepping on her pillow. I managed a smile and winked a "morning" before I went outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a fight on the night before with my mom didn't make anything easy. But it was still fine, I prepared myself, got everything ready and waited for a phone call from FL jX2 saying that she'll come pick me up. About 10:15am, she called. I hopped outside, onto my left slipper, outside the front door, along the corridor, into the lift, down, out of the lift and into her car. We reached MTC around 10:35am. My dad was a minute earlier and had parked his van nicely, getting ready to bring all the props down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting the props and banners on stage took a rather long time: &lt;br /&gt;--"Move that right pot to the left, no no no, I mean my left, your right... yea, a little bit more.. yea yea... thanks!" &lt;br /&gt;--"Err... I think that banner should move a little to the right... cannot see lar, that tree blocking it liao. K, thanks!"&lt;br /&gt;--"FL jX2, do you think we should put that sengeted tree in the middle or on the right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The piano man came in, we had a few minutes of discussion where we wanted the piano to be before he started tuning the piano, making "Tonk Tonk Tonk" sounds as we continued moving the stuffs around. Putting the mic up was really "PENING KEPALA", it took them rather long to get 5 mic up on the ceiling and hanging down... then when it was done, we started to mess with lights. Red, Blue, Green, Orange, Pink, Purple.... disco meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just went through scene one with the lights when the big monsters started stomping into the hall... choir memebers. Okay, so we got everyone ready on stage and did a few scenes for lights... then I think it's a waste of time if we run it without mic now, so the mic people started fixing the mic... and boy did they take a long time. The choir members had fun though... jumping like monkeys around the hall, deciding which is the best seat, complimenting how nice the props were laid in place... and etc. Our long rehearsal lasted around 3 hours, by the end of the rehearsal, everyone was cold, hungry and bored. We had an hour break time before the Preview at 5:10pm, and everyone ran to get ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally had lunch... along with FL jX2 and the other crew that came in early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was disasterous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to mommy dearest, who came to look out. She messed up the curtains and lights at the very first scene. My Stage Manager (FL jX2) got mad but she couldn't do anything since its mommy dearest for me and boss dearest for her. So I decided to take the lead and shouted "CUT" through the mic. Waaa... director wor... I know I'm so gonna get it from her if I do this. I demanded a restart (since we're just at the first scene) and I demanded that all the crew were to follow what we had rehearsed in the afternoon. Mommy dearest made a comment through mic also: "If you don't on the curtains, there's no jungle feel... and its a jungle song!" I rolled my eyes back stage ... so did my stage manager. lolx. at the same time. And I said through mic: "Sorry, but that is HOW I WANTED, I'm SORRY people, I want you guys to run through the first scene again the WAY I WANTED it. TQ." and mommy dearest shut up. Ho Ho Ho. Trust me, both me and Stage Manager wanted to stranggle her to death at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after some time of horrible moments in the preview, things began to smooth out. The preview came to an end and we gathered everyone on stage and I was about to say something when mommy dearest came stomping down. "MY DEAREST PRODUCER, WE NEED TO TALK!" For two seconds I didn't know what the heck she was talking about so she yelled again, "PRODUCER, THIS IS IMPORTANT." I shrugged and hopped near her. She ordered me to sit. on stage. Gah. How easy would that be... ok, fine. Then she started bla bla bla bla blaing' about stuffs that she thought it was no good. I listened, of course I did. But I really couldn't stand her sarcastic tone. Even the choir members shook heads. C'mon mommy dearest, you are just the penasihat, you can give comments, but you CANNOT change things that the DIRECTOR set. If you think it's not good, you can discuss with the director. Not change them yourself. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nevermind, you guys are gonna be just fine!" I told the choir members and let them have their break time. It was aproximately 6:30pm. "1 and a half hour to the concert." So we ate dinner, bath, make-up, rest, went to the loo... and did some last minute preparation before the big thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 7:30pm, two reporters from Oriental Daily came up to the dressing room and had a short interview with me. Haha... I'm gonna look SO OLD in the news... since I'm already dressed as Granny, all ready for the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was excited, nervous, scared, happy, -- mixed emotions. We were ready to bust it and do our best. But Stage Manager told us we might have to start 7 minutes late since it was total chaos at the front counter. We had group hug... twice. And everyone bounced off to their position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10&lt;br /&gt;9&lt;br /&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;Action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Welcome to Simshen's Junior Youth Choir -- Little Noise, show of the year. This time, bringing you their VERY Own musical -- JUNGLE WONDER!" and the show took off. It was spectacular. Everything went great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:30pm. Everything ended, we waved goodbye to the audience and pressed smiles that would almost seem to never fade. We packed and cleaned up the place, everyone was in their highest spirit, having the best time of their days. I smiled and sighed. Happy it went well and sad that it's all over. We went back to Pandan Indah, got all the props into Simshen and we went for supper before the night bid us goodbye as a new day arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been two days since. As for me and mommy dearest, we hadn't talk since... I tried, but no response... so not bothered to do so anymore. Yesterday night we had our celebration party along with Jason's birthday party at Fish's house. Everyone had a great time, can't wait till the next time I lay hands on that PS... GAH! I was so NEAR to winning! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up 12:00pm today. Just finish practicing piano, Rong and Angie's out in Simshen and I'm left at home with nothing to do. So, decided to come blog blog before I forget everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, 29th May. Which Little Noise member would forget that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12450642-111752118813304060?l=jiaying88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/feeds/111752118813304060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12450642&amp;postID=111752118813304060' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/111752118813304060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/111752118813304060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/2005/05/29th-may-day-never-to-forget.html' title='29th May, A Day Never to Forget.'/><author><name>JiaYing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.jiaying.jiaching.us/jiaying.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12450642.post-111729194665576134</id><published>2005-05-28T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T22:52:26.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling BAD.</title><content type='html'>Concert's tomorrow. and it's the only thing that my brain can response to. The whole play, the whole concept and idea along with what I've imagined it to be tomorrow is still swirling inside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing good has happened.&lt;br /&gt;Typical.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like everything just screws up before the big day... Well, nothing big. Just my problem. Yea, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, eversince I've lost my walking-with-both-legs ability, I've seem to lose something more than just a right foot. I know it's troublesome when you need to look after someone, take extra care, send them around, make sure that they have what they need, be at their side 12/7... sigh, I HATE IT TOO! I KNOW! I KNOW IT'S TROUBLESOME! BUT PEOPLE, STOP REMINDING ME THAT YOU THINK THAT TOO! Stop sighing when I ask for help, stop rolling eyes and walking way ahead from me. Trust me, walking with one leg is hard, but dealing with you guys makes it even harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate you for that. &lt;br /&gt;I HATE MYSELF.&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for not being able to do what I use to be capable of.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE asking people for favors, I'd rather do them myself.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE it when people offer to help me.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE IT EVEN MORE when there's no one to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE MYSELF.&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to control my freakin emotions.&lt;br /&gt;It just keeps bursting like some freakin volcano.&lt;br /&gt;And I know I have to control it.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go now, my head's achin' like mad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12450642-111729194665576134?l=jiaying88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/feeds/111729194665576134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12450642&amp;postID=111729194665576134' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/111729194665576134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/111729194665576134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/2005/05/feeling-bad.html' title='Feeling BAD.'/><author><name>JiaYing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.jiaying.jiaching.us/jiaying.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12450642.post-111684998687391535</id><published>2005-05-23T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T20:06:26.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>没心情</title><content type='html'>今天一整天的时间就花在合唱团上。&lt;br /&gt;有时在想，也不知道究竟为的是什么。&lt;br /&gt;现在脚又不方便。。。 &lt;br /&gt;真的是心有余而力不足。&lt;br /&gt;真的很恨自己不好好看了才过马路。&lt;br /&gt;现在怨谁都没用，就只能够怪自己了。&lt;br /&gt;怪也没用。&lt;br /&gt;怪也没用。&lt;br /&gt;真不敢想象要是这一辈子都是这个样子。&lt;br /&gt;盼望已久的演出即将来临，&lt;br /&gt;我却弄成这个样子。&lt;br /&gt;心情又多兴奋都没有用了。&lt;br /&gt;想念的人不在身边，&lt;br /&gt;哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;其实，因该说，&lt;br /&gt;将会想念的人还没出现。&lt;br /&gt;别这么悲观，&lt;br /&gt;不会有事的，&lt;br /&gt;伤心日子也要过，快乐日子也要过。。。&lt;br /&gt;好像哭。&lt;br /&gt;一直把自己伪装成铁汉子，&lt;br /&gt;心里已经破洞了，却不能让人知道。&lt;br /&gt;因为自己不能倒下去，&lt;br /&gt;有人还需要我为他们撑下去。&lt;br /&gt;明天真不想上学。&lt;br /&gt;为何？&lt;br /&gt;没心情。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12450642-111684998687391535?l=jiaying88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/feeds/111684998687391535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12450642&amp;postID=111684998687391535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/111684998687391535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/111684998687391535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-post.html' title='没心情'/><author><name>JiaYing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.jiaying.jiaching.us/jiaying.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12450642.post-111658748510536835</id><published>2005-05-20T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T19:11:25.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash Plang BOOM</title><content type='html'>Good day dear readers, want to know how much of bad luck you can get in one day? Well, here's how bad it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning with a slight headache, being low blood preasure, I experienced some two seconds blackout followed by an almost killing headache twice. Once when I climbed out of bed and once in the toilet. Well, I was supposed to wake up at four to study, but I forgot. I woke up at six. So... there goes. Luckily this isn't last minute studies, or I'll be dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right before I go to school, stomach ache. Ouch. No big deal, just go to toilet lorrr... big business ma, easy easy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as I reached school, I noticed that I've forgotten my ribbon (Yea, we have to wear ribbons on our pony tail, and well "Bamboo it please," says prefect in blue while I give her a black face.) Well, seems like all the prefects had run out of stock... they don't have RIBBONS. And I'm like some moron asking about in school, walking up to every prefect I see. At half past seven, I finally got one. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams. Now, the first objective paper, which I normally already don't do GREAT seems to be rather HARD. But I scraped through... and did okay. (Checked the answers with friends, didn't really make too much mistakes... hehe) After recess.. Ho Ho Ho Meeeerrryyy Doomsday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I mean? ;p I practically CANNOT do the second paper. By the way, it's chemistry. There was one question which I don't know how to answer AT ALL, and there goes like 10 marks! But well, I am talented in crapping stuffs and making up my own theories... (Ceh, perasannya...) So no matter how bad it is, my paper is ALWAYS filled with scribbles and I always use up quite a lot of time. But I know that Chem 2 paper is officially gone. If I want to score, I'll have to aim for the experiment paper (Chem 3).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I had plans to go to Plaza 138 to meet up Vivian for some choir stuffs, hoping, well, at least to sell a few tickets. I met up Pui Mun at KLCC's Putra Station and we walked there together. GUESS WHAT? She wasn't in. I called up the office a zillion times and no one picked up the phone. Ha Ha Ha. So me and Pui Mun thought, "Why don't we check at the reception?" and I said, "Okay, good idea." So we went into the dark creepy lift and it took us down to the second floor. The door opened and we walked out without second thoughts. The moment our eyes laid on the scene outside, we went numb, aproximately two minutes later, we went "WOHHHHH... so scary." The plaza was under renovation and every where was Zeee Zaaaa Zakkkk (People working around). We turned around quickly and pressed the lift's down button. IT WASN"T WORKING. "AHHHH... how?!" I asked, "Pressed the UP button and see!" Pui Mun shrieked. "AHHH, it's not WORKING!" I turned around and stuck my tongue out. "Go ask the guy!" I pointed at a worker and Pui Mun went up immediately. He smiled and pointed the way out... or to be exact, the way DOWN... we had to climb this twirling staircase with squeeky sounds and rusted steel before we finally reached to safe land. LAND!!! Lolx. "I'm NEVER going back in there again!" Pui Mun laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to KLCC, met up with Jason and Khai Shin before heading to MTC, checked out the hall that we were going to perform in a week's time and went back out around half an hour later. I decide to pay Mr.Frog a visit. And it was DARN unpleasant. He was just LCLY!!!!!!!!!!! OKay, don't want to talk about him. GAH GAH GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we then broke into two groups (Pui Mun and Jason, me and Khai Shin, they went around MTC sticking posters, me and Khai Shin headed to KLCC. When we reached the T-junction, the light was red and we crossed the road. Not realizing that they were little running engines that travels between the big engines, CRASH PLANG BOOM. I was knocked down by the motor. My immediate reaction was to move every single muscle and bone "Phew," all in a second. The next moment, I turn around, looked at the motorcyclist, who looked terrified before the 40+ year old chinese man scooted away. "Darn, plate number!" My head cried, but too late. Khai Shin, was shocked beyond words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought everything was fine. But my right leg couldn't stand my body weight, and it was hell with every step I took. Finally got a cab, told Khai Shin not to worry, and I was off to Pantai Hospital. The cab-man was nice. :) Cheers to him. Called mom during that, she was of course scared and worried sick. But she came to the hospital immediately... I went to have my leg x-rayed, some time later, they told me I had a fraction in the middle of my foot, (third bone). "Yaiks..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The specialist (doctor) came into the little emergency ward, and said, "Actually it's not a fraction. A fraction is a cut, half way or so. Yours is broken. YOu see, your bone broke off, but it is perfectly in place, not twisted, nothing. It'll grow back itself, it just needs time." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh-huh. What about concert next week? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's about it. I'm back at home now... typing away. Getting kinda lazy already. Oh, I even took a picture of myself with the cast... yea, I got a cast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jiaying.jiaching.us/LegCast.jpg"&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12450642-111658748510536835?l=jiaying88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/feeds/111658748510536835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12450642&amp;postID=111658748510536835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/111658748510536835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/111658748510536835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/2005/05/crash-plang-boom.html' title='Crash Plang BOOM'/><author><name>JiaYing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.jiaying.jiaching.us/jiaying.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12450642.post-111616230799841772</id><published>2005-05-15T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T21:07:38.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Musical by TEEN for YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jiaying.jiaching.us/JWbanner.gif"&gt;&lt;/align&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Simshen's Junior Youth Choir (Little Noise) will be bringing on their very own musical entitled "Jungle Wonder" on the 29th of May 2005 (Sunday), 8:00PM, at Tunku Abdul Rahman Hall, MTC. This jungle based musical speaks of a journey of a young girl who wanders lost in a magical forest and all the funny things she met on her adventure. All the songs sung in three different languages (Malay, Chinese and English) included in this musical were taken from various composers, re-arranged, planned and plot by one of our member (JiaYing) and will be performed in various kinds of arrangements (Choral, Duets, Solos, etc.)      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simshen's Junior Youth Choir (Little Noise) participated in the 2003 International Choral Festival in Genting "The Voyage of Songs", and they brought home a Gold medal from the Folklore Category along with a Silver Medal in the Junior Youth Choir Category. Every member from the choir masters at least an instrument, some of us even have more than 5 years of singing experience, others come across as winners from various singing competition, song-writing competition, instrumental competition and etc.   Just recently, Little Noise met with England's reknown choral conductor - Peter Broadbent, who was on his vacation in Malaysia. Under his guidance, the choir had improved dramastically. "Beautiful Voices, this is a rare choir of its kind. Very musically attached and very sensitive to pitches." said Peter Broadbent. &lt;br /&gt;The motive of organizing this musical is to promote the choral culture among teenagers in Malaysia letting these youngsters earn a great lot of stage-experience, to gain fund for their yearly activities, and most of all to let our choir members express their anxiety for music. The choir would hope to visit Hong Kong and GuangZhou by the end of enrich their knowledge in music by learning from the local choirs over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come join their adventures in this mystical jungle wonder, a musical created by teenagers, performed by teenagers and made specially for all of you out there! For more information, you can visit http://www.littlenoise.cjb.net OR email mailto: mailto:ganjiaying@walla.com &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Fellow bloggers, please help advertise!!!&lt;br /&gt;Link to picture: "http://www.jiaying.jiaching.us/JWbanner.gif"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12450642-111616230799841772?l=jiaying88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/feeds/111616230799841772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12450642&amp;postID=111616230799841772' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/111616230799841772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/111616230799841772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/2005/05/musical-by-teen-for-you.html' title='A Musical by TEEN for YOU'/><author><name>JiaYing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.jiaying.jiaching.us/jiaying.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12450642.post-111598596204738490</id><published>2005-05-13T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T20:06:02.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Down, Two to Go!</title><content type='html'>Yea! &lt;br /&gt;Ready babe, hear me rap this one,&lt;br /&gt;Yo Yo!&lt;br /&gt;One down and two to go!&lt;br /&gt;Three four we're singing ho!&lt;br /&gt;Five six it's baby toe,&lt;br /&gt;Seven eight little moe,&lt;br /&gt;Nine Ten and here we go!&lt;br /&gt;Yo Yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=_="""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give me that look. I'm just celebratin' a little over here cause I just scraped through a ROUGH week of my mid-year's examination. That's why you haven't been seeing much blogging from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry, I'm BACK! ... for the weekends... before I slump back into my books for the next two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little summary of what happened: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;: BM 1 and 2, wasn't that bad, just couldn't figure out the peribahasa part AT ALL! Darn... 6 marks GONE! But I wrote some craps... hopefully I'll get a mark or two from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;: Let's see... ENGLISH! YAY! No need to slave myself to read... but I did slave along with my bestfriend -- pilot 0.5 wet ink black pen whilst writing my 5 FULL pages long essay... (I would call it short story)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;: Maths, wasn't great. There were a few questions I had to scratch the itch of myself before I can actually scribble something I hope it's the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;: WORST NIGHTMARE + No. ONE FEAR : ADD MATHS. You know what? I actually answered ALMOST every single question for paper two (I left one out, no idea at ALL). Which is quite a bravo because I normally do like one to two questions during BIG examination for this paper. Haha. Yay for me and cross my fingers. Hope I'll pass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday -- Today&lt;/strong&gt;: And I thought Add Maths was horrible, before I discover Technical Drawing is WORST to the WORST! Gosh, *spits, growls, vomits* GROSS! EIGHT questions in two and a half hours?!! That's IMPOSSIBLE, and it's not even close to Almost, it's IMPOSSIBLE! Maybe for now... I really need to dig and sleep with Technical Drawing exercises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, came home and ate the WEIRDEST poridge I've ever tasted (or existed) in my life (maybe yours too!). Gosh, I really believe my mom's gone mad adding what ever she could find around her and throwing it into the cooking pot. Gosh, poridge with carrot, green beans, jagung, chicken, this yellow color vegetable cut into slices, bawang... and I don't think I'm having that for dinner. But I did, I just had it, dad did some magic with it, and it tasted much better. But seriously, try NOT to put jagung with poridge, it's just.. er.. eww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went for tuition in Martin, the usuals. Not much to tell. &lt;br /&gt;So, guess that's it for now. =] Will try to post as frequently as I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12450642-111598596204738490?l=jiaying88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/feeds/111598596204738490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12450642&amp;postID=111598596204738490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/111598596204738490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/111598596204738490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/2005/05/one-down-two-to-go.html' title='One Down, Two to Go!'/><author><name>JiaYing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.jiaying.jiaching.us/jiaying.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12450642.post-111543825321605140</id><published>2005-05-07T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T11:57:33.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams Talk</title><content type='html'>Check out most of the blogs from teenagers around Malaysia these days and all you see is "EXAMS". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, my mid-year examination is coming as well, actually, it's on the 9th of May a.k.a. this COMING Monday. How lovely.... not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE EXAMS!!! Haha... who doesn't? You don't have to listen to your teacher babble babble and babble the WHOLE day long PLUS you won't have any homework to do AND you get EXTRA sleeping time in school... Sleeping in SCHOOL. Who wouldn't LOVE exams?lolz. Just kidding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the time ticks away,&lt;br /&gt;Following my pen sway,&lt;br /&gt;Papers filled with ink,&lt;br /&gt;Some, highlighted pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crosses and hatches,&lt;br /&gt;Blanks and cranks,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to make sense,&lt;br /&gt;When everything's tensed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look Right, Look Left,&lt;br /&gt;Up on the ceiling, Down on the ground,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find, &lt;br /&gt;An answer around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened yesterday&lt;br /&gt;When every answer was found&lt;br /&gt;Didn't I read it?&lt;br /&gt;Or took a sleeping treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pat on my back tells me,&lt;br /&gt;"Time's up baby,"&lt;br /&gt;As I look down,&lt;br /&gt;And made a deep frown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examinations, tests and &lt;br /&gt;"Oh what a mess."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little fun fizzling with words. Comments would be cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12450642-111543825321605140?l=jiaying88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/feeds/111543825321605140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12450642&amp;postID=111543825321605140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/111543825321605140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/111543825321605140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/2005/05/exams-talk.html' title='Exams Talk'/><author><name>JiaYing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.jiaying.jiaching.us/jiaying.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12450642.post-111521654723483403</id><published>2005-05-04T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T22:24:06.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Mood Solution</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Problem:&lt;/strong&gt; What do you do when you feel like doing nothing but you have tons to do and nothing beside you is going in the right way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hipotesis:&lt;/strong&gt; You will feel still as bad as you felt or maybe even worst because you wasted some time on doing things that you not supposed to be doing and finds out that what you SHOULD be doing is NOT done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Method&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;1) Grumble &lt;br /&gt;2) Scold some bad words &lt;br /&gt;3) Calm down &lt;br /&gt;4) Relax&lt;br /&gt;5) Go on with what you have to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Procedure&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;1) I Grumbled &lt;br /&gt;2) I scolded some bad words &lt;br /&gt;3) I calmed down &lt;br /&gt;4) I relaxed&lt;br /&gt;5) I went on with what you have to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Results:&lt;/strong&gt; I still don't feel like doing it, in fact, I'm NOT doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conclusion:&lt;/strong&gt; Hipotesis proved. When you're in a bad mood, you're in a BAD mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Mom comes in with a bar of chocolate.*&lt;br /&gt;*After eating chocolate.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, solution to bad mood = A BIG BAR of chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-- Method Credits to Blu3z the Bumblebee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12450642-111521654723483403?l=jiaying88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/feeds/111521654723483403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12450642&amp;postID=111521654723483403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/111521654723483403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/111521654723483403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/2005/05/bad-mood-solution.html' title='Bad Mood Solution'/><author><name>JiaYing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.jiaying.jiaching.us/jiaying.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12450642.post-111504424965655080</id><published>2005-05-02T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T22:30:49.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little time out.</title><content type='html'>Have a break, have a kit kat. I love Holidays, it's when you really get to NOT do anything stressful, and forgive yourself for NOT doing your regular duties. Just laugh it out and say : "C'mon, it's A HOLIDAY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is the SECOND time I'm blogging today. I tried to blog this afternoon but the electricity had to go "Poof" and my LOVELY long post was gone. I hadn't blog on Saturday and Sunday, but an awful lot had gone on, so this is a little flashback on the two days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning: I don't really remember... But if I'm not wrong, I didn't really do anything on Saturday Morning.&lt;br /&gt;Noon: I had a piano student at 1:15pm.&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon: Went home straight after the piano lesson I gave (About 2:00pm)...&lt;br /&gt;Evening: Had Choir masterclass with Sulaiman. He wasn't such a great guy after all... compared to Peter Broadbent. But he's got a few very interestings points and a funny character indeed. But the thought of having Piano Masterclasses with him at the same night freaked me out, coz I really can't stand the lovely scent he brought along. Perfume. I hate perfumes. Don't come spraying everywhere, or I'll kill you with one stab.&lt;br /&gt;Night: Piano masterclass with Sulaiman, it turned out to be quite fun. Here are some quotes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Sulaiman: "Oh, lovely! I loved that, what did you play?"&lt;br /&gt;   Yi Fen: "Er... A wrong note?"&lt;br /&gt;2) Sulaiman (earlier that day): "Shostakovich is a nasty old fellow!"&lt;br /&gt;   Sulaiman (later on that day): "Shostakovich is a genius"&lt;br /&gt;   Conclusion : "Nasty old fellow + Genius = Shostakovich"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall feeling of Saturday: Ups and down. But it was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning: Woke up REALLY early to head out to Subang for my piano lesson with Mr. Loo, honestly speaking, I didn't practice enough to actually even do "oo-kay" during my lesson. So I'm gonna work extra harder to make it up for the next lesson. I went straight from lesson to choir and reached there about 10:30am. It was supposed to start at 10:00am... but not surprisingly, everyone was still chit-chatting about and not doing warm-ups. Well, wonder what my co-director a.k.a. the president, was doing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had choir practice. NO FULL ATTENDANCE. How nice. This means MORE WORK to be done DOUBLE. Hohoho. And guess what, at 12:00pm straight, just after a while of practice, Jason had to go off because he had a guitar student. Now, did anyone even bothered to tell me anything? Nevermind. So I concluded an end for the morning session and let everyone go for lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noon: Choir started, we ran through the WHOLE musical, surprisingly, it was rather smoothe. I can't wait for the concert now... hopefully we can get a full house on that day. Selling tickets is really hard. Which reminds me that I should give myself a clap for selling off two 50 dollar tickets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon: Went to get some birthday presents for three of the choir memebers. Got Wa Chaw a really nice blue swing bag, a pikachu (soft toy) for SinYue, and a pair of fluffy cow slippers for Yi Fen before returning home to snooze on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening: The choir people called us (Angie, my sis and me). They woke me up and we headed over to the BBQ party (Birthday bash for the three person). WOW... was there a lot of people or LOADS of people. But it's nice to arrive late. Why? Hehe, you get to eat straight away (Those people BBQed). Uncle (SinYue's dad) was pretty hyper that night, lolz, he gave everyone (including kids) beer and said it was the only drink available that night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night: We all RULED SinYue's + the brother's room, playing loud music along with PS and some poker shots. Went home about 10:30pm with Yi Fen and Yi Wen (Their dad fetched). Mom and dad went to work with Uncle Lim... lolz, those guys are sure having fun. So, watched a lil' TV before I sat in front of the pc and chatted with some people : Simon, Pui Mun and Mun Fong. Went to sleep at 2:00am... not too late eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TODAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning: Guess what time I woke up? 11:30am. lolz. Good for a start. Had lunch for breakfast and breakfast for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Noon: Practiced Piano. Learned something new: Beethoven's Sonata. And found out that Beethoven ain't so bad after all, in fact it was pretty nice playing it. Learned the WHOLE Sonata today, pretty proud of that accomplishment. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon: Went out to Simshen, supposedly to get ku-ku's song done, but hey, I forgot to get new empty cassettes. So had to go back home. Went out again around 4:30pm to Fajar, restocked my stationary and got the cassette before I headed out to Simshen once again. I was supposed to replace Carmen's piano classes, hehe, guess what? I taught SinYue's big younger brother and her younger sister, which was kinda fun I guess. Class finished around 6:00pm. Then I finished recording the stuff for ku-ku around 6:30pm. HoHoHo... was about to go home when it had to rain. Hah. Mom then made kinda what I call a request... something that i am in no place to refuse to do -- Be the accompanist for all grade 4 and 5 violin students who were going to take their exams in the coming June, including William Loo (My piano student whom sometimes could be an angel, and sometimes a demon). Sigh. Yea. And I had to sight read immediately on the piano, accompanying two students -- In Nuen (grade 4) and Shao Jin (grade 5). Was at first frustrated coz I might would have to walk home in the rain, but Shao Jin offered the ride. Learned something : Kinda cool to have a elder brother who has licenced. Yea, I KNOW, I'm elidgible to drive... but my mom just WON'T give into the "AFTER-SPM" thing. GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night: Nothing much, am blogging now. Mom asking me to go to bed already, k. Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12450642-111504424965655080?l=jiaying88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/feeds/111504424965655080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12450642&amp;postID=111504424965655080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/111504424965655080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/111504424965655080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/2005/05/little-time-out.html' title='A little time out.'/><author><name>JiaYing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.jiaying.jiaching.us/jiaying.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12450642.post-111479081461415892</id><published>2005-04-30T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T00:06:54.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choral Craze</title><content type='html'>As usual, my day starts with my dad waking me up and me lazing in bed trying to sleep over time, so if I wake up too late, I don't have to go to school, but eventually I end up in school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Chemistry early in the morning, which, was rather a good thing because I love chemistry. Wrong. I love the Chemistry Teacher, therefore, I love chemistry. Yea, you'll have to admit that the teacher makes a WHOLE lot of difference in the subject. A great teacher would lead students on a great path, a lousy one will lead you to an disasterous ending. Then we had BM, I wouldn't say boring, but we didn't really do much of a thing. Then it was recess. Love recess, especially when you go down to the canteen early.. but if you reach there LATE... I wouldn't even feel like eating anymore due to the terrible terrible crowd of primary school KIDS running, jumping and screaming all over the place. After recess, the muslims had some "Rasul" festival (Wouldn't exactly call it a festival... but can't find the right word now), so we, the non-muslims did nothing. Well, I stayed in class, chit-chat, revise some work, discussed the class layout for the magazine which is due end of May... before all of us were chased down to the skylight (Multi-purpose hall actually, we were supposed to watch something on anti-drugs but me and my friends stayed at the skylight).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. Fun comes AFTER that. I went home, bath, changed, had lunch before my dad drove me out to Miharja LRT station and dropped me off so I can head off to Masjid Jamek, met up with Pui Mun and went to Central Market to get these two lovely pens engraved with Peter Broadbent's (The choral conductor I was going to meet that particular evening) name, as a souvenir. But I end up giving it a touch of colors (Colored-marker pen), because the pen's body was made of wood. Nah, don't you think it's cheap. It's a BOMB. Great quality with a nice touch of Malaysia Tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the pens were done, I went to tuition at Martin, Pudu. Was supposed to meet up with Pui Mun at Pudu LRT Station around 4:30pm. BUT she didn't turn up. Instead, I met a lot of old school friends - Shook Yee's sister, Melia, Melvin, U-Sheng, Erina (current school mate) and yea, about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home around 5:15pm. Sat for two minutes before my dad went, "Alright, let's move out." We were going to fetch the choral conductor - Peter - at Corus Hotel. And the TRAFFIC was terrible. SO, we (Me, Pui Mun and Peter) ended up taking LRT back to Simshen instead. We had dinner together at Steven's Corner :] before the choral game begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary: It was FUN. FUN and MORE fun! (Might edit this part... mom's screaming at me). But I have something to quote from Professor Peter Broadbent : "Crescendo is actually quiet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick ending: Went to the Cafe to celebrate Wa Chaw's birthday... Peter came along. Then sent him back to the hotel and bid goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now: Mom still screaming, very tired, will wash my face and go to sleep. ;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12450642-111479081461415892?l=jiaying88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/feeds/111479081461415892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12450642&amp;postID=111479081461415892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/111479081461415892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/111479081461415892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/2005/04/choral-craze.html' title='Choral Craze'/><author><name>JiaYing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.jiaying.jiaching.us/jiaying.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12450642.post-111469036791861259</id><published>2005-04-28T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T20:12:47.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excitement and Worries.</title><content type='html'>There's so much to do! I want to do so much! But yet I find it really difficult to finish everything in one go. Haha. But I'm currently very happy even though I'm worrying on everything NOT done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of my brain is teling me : GO STUDY! &lt;br /&gt;The next second it's saying : GO RESTOCK YOUR STATIONARY!&lt;br /&gt;Then the next thing you know it's going : FINISH UP YOUR MORAL PROJECT!&lt;br /&gt;After that it's going : YOU NEED ART BLOCKS! GO BUY NOW!&lt;br /&gt;And the real me just go : Ok... will do it later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. So that's why I'm sitting in front of the computer, feeling really proud and happy of myself because I've just finished a NEW layout for my web site. The WHOLE website ain't done yet... I promise I'll finish it ASAP. Besides that, I'm really happy now because of the chemistry reaction of the chocolate pieces I just ate two hours ago, and it's working real fine. Hahaha... if you catch me on a bad hair day, you'll know what to do. *whipers* stuff my mouth with chocolate and force me to swallow it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was actually fine today, I love chemistry. hehe. I love my presentation today. Didn't know what the class think, but I like it because I believe I'm the only student who actually went searching for pictures all over the net for almost every definition. Oh by the way, my topic was "Antibiotic".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of feeling good. Now to feeling NOT so good... I think I'll chaw offline and go tito with all the stuffs I have to do. That's all for now. Can't wait for tomorrow to come... can't wait to see Broadbant. He just called... he is SO typically ENGLISH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12450642-111469036791861259?l=jiaying88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/feeds/111469036791861259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12450642&amp;postID=111469036791861259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/111469036791861259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/111469036791861259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/2005/04/excitement-and-worries.html' title='Excitement and Worries.'/><author><name>JiaYing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.jiaying.jiaching.us/jiaying.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12450642.post-111452708498870791</id><published>2005-04-27T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T22:51:24.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday - The Usuals</title><content type='html'>It's been some time since I've blogged online. Reasons? Plenty : Computer breakdown, Internet lagging, modem problems, slow connections, busy, moody, lazy etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's been a long day and I better get offline as soon as I can or my mom would come and yell her lungs and my head off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 5:45am (like every morning), stayed in bed and stole a little more snoozing time (like every morning), jolt up from bed at sharp 6:00am (like every morning), rush to the toilet to realese myself (like every morning), then do what I do every morning before I reach school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was okay. Nothing much happened in the morning, had those normal boring classes... Maths, physics, history and stuffs. Afternoon, had Chinese Society Meeting... which reminds me I hadn't pay up my yearly fees yet... RM10. Am in the Song-Writing Group. We don't write any songs, we sing most of the time. Actually - every week from 2:45pm to 4:00pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then daddy would arrive at the school's frontdoor at approximately 4:20pm and would fetch me home. Then would probably bath and nap + rest for some time before I take dinner and after that, start drilling on the piano. There's so much to practice... Mozrt, Bach, Beethoven, Chopin, some song this 21st Century maniac wrote and Mendelssohn. There'll be a Masterclass this Saturday with Professor Sulaiman (Some Caucasaian fellow who adapted the Islam religion) and will have to perform two songs, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of masterclass, haven't call darling Peter Broadbent up yet... should try to get the phone number for Corus Hotel and call-em up to see which room he's in. Can't wait for the masterclass with him and the choir this Friday. Hope it'll all go find, and hope it'll be fun. Should get him a souvenir or two, was thinking of a pen with his name engraved... but that's a cliche. Well, no idea. Will think of it and discuss with mom or the choir people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12450642-111452708498870791?l=jiaying88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/feeds/111452708498870791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12450642&amp;postID=111452708498870791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/111452708498870791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12450642/posts/default/111452708498870791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaying88.blogspot.com/2005/04/tuesday-usuals.html' title='Tuesday - The Usuals'/><author><name>JiaYing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.jiaying.jiaching.us/jiaying.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
