<?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-30760955</id><updated>2011-05-19T06:00:28.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons of music</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasonsofmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30760955/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasonsofmusic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Goh Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368399587582355101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30760955.post-522314508991189415</id><published>2011-05-19T05:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T06:00:28.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And I'm back.</title><content type='html'>Everyday &lt;br /&gt;Book -in day &lt;br /&gt;Everyday &lt;br /&gt;Book -out day &lt;br /&gt;Everyday &lt;br /&gt;Book -in book-out &lt;br /&gt;With my sling bag and my buddy and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to work &lt;br /&gt;Sit in office &lt;br /&gt;Do nothing &lt;br /&gt;All the time &lt;br /&gt;8 to 5 &lt;br /&gt;We get same pay &lt;br /&gt;With my OA and my buddy and me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want leave &lt;br /&gt;Come to me &lt;br /&gt;Tekan me &lt;br /&gt;You get no leave &lt;br /&gt;Still take leave &lt;br /&gt;Kena AWOL &lt;br /&gt;Go to DB and I will laugh at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little ditty i thought of while enjoying the excessive amount of free time I have in camp. Says it all, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now using a HTC Snap (non-camera version). Its quite good, considering its $0 and its the only non-camera phone without a touchscreen. The blackberry costs upwards of $300 so thats a no-go. However, this new qwerty keyboard takes quite a while to get used to. Typos are everywhere, and it is rather irritating to have to scroll back to correct them all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've this sudden urge to play pong (the arcade game, reflectobeat or sth like that). Being able to survive level 8 on my third song reasonably well is quite a good confidence booster. Perhaps I'm not such a loser at rhythm games after all. DDR has killed y leg muscels... Murdered them in fact. I can hardly walk these 2 days. Not to mention the bar hanging tired my arms so bad that I can only do 2 chin-ups now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to bowl dammit. Damn you all ): At least I had some fun at the arcade or I would sulked the rest of the day away heh. Anyone wanna bowl with me? I'm noob, but not too bad a noob.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30760955-522314508991189415?l=seasonsofmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasonsofmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/522314508991189415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30760955&amp;postID=522314508991189415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30760955/posts/default/522314508991189415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30760955/posts/default/522314508991189415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasonsofmusic.blogspot.com/2011/05/and-im-back.html' title='And I&apos;m back.'/><author><name>Goh Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368399587582355101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30760955.post-8201614244766130204</id><published>2011-04-26T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T09:00:53.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My last bastion of hope is crumbling‏</title><content type='html'>I haven't updated my blog in a long time, because I've been feeling  quite terrible, and today really sealed the deal, the last straw which  broke my back. I only decided to post after I moved on slightly, and  almost got over most of the depressing stuff. Thanks for helping me, you  know who you are. Had these things happened to someone else, I'm quite  sure he/she wouldn't be able to handle it ar well as I have. Even so, I  still couldn't help but feel the worst I have ever felt in my entire  life. It probably because I was extremely happy-go-lucky previously, and  not becaused this incident is horribly depressing, even though it is. I  was one who had not a card for the world at large, or even stuff that  would happen to me, kind of like dear Katsuragi Keima. I guess its  because I have matured, and therefore cared more, and thus was hurt  more. To those who are wondering what happened, I found out today that I  was offered Chemical Engineering. I have to seek out other avenues to  persist go pursuing my dream, since the appeal may very well fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've  always believed that everyone's true purpose go life is the pursuit of  their OWN happiness, and that alone. I know some may argue that many  people enjoy helping others. Unfortunately for them, this only server to  prove my point. Happiness (enjoyment) is achieved by their act of  helping others. If it does not bring them happiness, would they do it?  By this reasoning, I realised that selfish people are only dubbed so  because their happiness does not depend on the happiness of others.  Also, critics argue that there are many who choose to suffer first so  that they can enjoy later. They are just too dense to realise that they  are merely driving my theory. These people's happiness is built upon the  potential happiness that they may be able to achieve in time. Anyhow,  it is still based on their OWN happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, this  morning on the MRT to camp, I witnessed a reserviceman in the old  uniform blatantly occupy the reserved seating, amidst a few elderly  souls. As if that wasn't enough, he was reading a book titled "The  Selfish Society", and on the chapter "Learning to Feel". Oh the irony. I  wanted to tell him off, but being the typical singaporean, I was to  shy. Furthermore, he has a higher rank than me, the bottom of the entire  food chain in the entire SAF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, on the way  back from lunch, the Admin Support Assistants AKA Clerks, saw this dusty  car that belonged to an officer. Lo and behold, there on the bonnet,  etched in dust, were the words,"Sir, please wash your car. This is your  2nd reminder.". It totally made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, we learnt how to apply for leave on hardcopy. The following is my copy of the notes I made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-30w_OWYqFwY/TbbsC4XaykI/AAAAAAAAAMY/5u5P79-xsac/s1600/IMG_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-30w_OWYqFwY/TbbsC4XaykI/AAAAAAAAAMY/5u5P79-xsac/s320/IMG_0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599922720916294210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30760955-8201614244766130204?l=seasonsofmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasonsofmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/8201614244766130204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30760955&amp;postID=8201614244766130204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30760955/posts/default/8201614244766130204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30760955/posts/default/8201614244766130204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasonsofmusic.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-last-bastion-of-hope-is-crumbling.html' title='My last bastion of hope is crumbling‏'/><author><name>Goh Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368399587582355101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-30w_OWYqFwY/TbbsC4XaykI/AAAAAAAAAMY/5u5P79-xsac/s72-c/IMG_0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30760955.post-286854177980985980</id><published>2011-04-13T08:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T08:46:37.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck you. Seriously, just fuck you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30760955-286854177980985980?l=seasonsofmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasonsofmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/286854177980985980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30760955&amp;postID=286854177980985980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30760955/posts/default/286854177980985980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30760955/posts/default/286854177980985980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasonsofmusic.blogspot.com/2011/04/fuck-you-seriously-just-fuck-you.html' title='Fuck you. Seriously, just fuck you.'/><author><name>Goh Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368399587582355101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30760955.post-6871335557386515273</id><published>2011-04-05T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T06:56:36.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my hair! ):</title><content type='html'>I enlisted today. Booking out everyday is GREAT! Too bad for all the  tekong batches. Life is a lot easier for us, from what I heard. You have  road marches, we have videos of you on road marches. You have hair  shaving, we have videos of you having your hair shaved. Ok thats a lie. I  wish that were true. I look extremely horrible now that my hair's all  gone, not that I looked great before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall decline to put up any  of my pictures without my hair. Its kinda convenient and cool (meaning  not warm) and extremely easy to manage. Just that it makes me look like a  freak. I got the disgusting green uniform. Its a disgusting shade of  dark green for pants and a disgusting shade of light green for the shirt  which makes the entire uniform look extremely disgusting. Plus the army  crest isn't nice. I wish I had gotten into the air force, though my  current platoon will probably have more old friends in it compared to  the air force ones. The air force uniform is so much better than my  current one coz its a really nice shade of dark blue for the pants and a  white shirt, which makes the wearer look really smart. And the crest is  really nice. I like it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All names below may not be accurate for my memory is failing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUNNY CONVO 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain: What's your name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recruit: Recruit Yu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain: Who me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUNNY CONVO 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain: Whats your name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recruit: (softly)yes sir, Commander. Kelvin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cue massive peals of laughter at "Commander" Kelvin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,  I was actually looking forward to the shave. Really! It was so freaking  hot, and my hair was totally getting in my face. And they had to make  me wait a whole damn 3 hours for my haircut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. One of the  officers is freaking vulgar. I can't really stand him ._. and another  one just rants about facebook and twitter all the time. Its quite  amusing to hear him go on for ages about not wanting to see his face on  our facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda looking forward to our pes E bmt, considering there isn't supposed to be any vigourous activities. We're staying in the air-conditioned lecture theatres all day long for 4 months xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30760955-6871335557386515273?l=seasonsofmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasonsofmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/6871335557386515273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30760955&amp;postID=6871335557386515273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30760955/posts/default/6871335557386515273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30760955/posts/default/6871335557386515273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasonsofmusic.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-enlisted-today.html' title='Oh my hair! ):'/><author><name>Goh Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368399587582355101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30760955.post-2574100712163393675</id><published>2011-04-04T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T01:38:14.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My free life is coming to an end. (2nd April)</title><content type='html'>Catherine Zeta-Jones WAS really pretty. I just watched Ocean's Twelve  (yes yes) and she was so awesome with Brad Pitt. Its a pity she wasn't  in Ocean's Thirteen. I still prefer Ocean's Eleven out of the tired  movies in the series. It had the best story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't blogged in ages. I just didn't have anything to write about. My life is kinda boring at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  rediscovered my interest in Mozart when I dug through my old piano  scores and found a couple of Mozart sonatas, my dip one and grade 8 one.  I can still play them. Mozart sonatas are hard to forget. They're so  lively cheerful and playful and makes me really happy playing them. But  then again, I prefer other composers. I just play Mozart sonatas as  pick-me-up pieces, not that I need them recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit now  that 1st April's come and gone, I've been starting to worry about my uni  application. I hope I can get in! Its so troublesome, and kills my mood  whenever I think about the interview, and whether I will get the  interview, which is a lot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people haven't been replying  my smses lately! And me too lol. I've been less and less dependent on my  phone nowadayys, so I don't check it often. Which is why I stopped  leaving my phone on perpetual silent mode and gave myself an awesome  ringtone and message alert tone. Here's an apology to all those people I  reply late or not at all. Sorry! I guess I've changed. Somehow I don't  feel the urge to be texting all the time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I  kinda want to cook. I want to create my own flavours and all. As long as  its nice to me. But I have yet to begin my quest. Gotta start sometime!  I hope I won't end up like Himeji...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30760955-2574100712163393675?l=seasonsofmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasonsofmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/2574100712163393675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30760955&amp;postID=2574100712163393675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30760955/posts/default/2574100712163393675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30760955/posts/default/2574100712163393675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasonsofmusic.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-free-life-is-coming-to-end-2nd-april.html' title='My free life is coming to an end. (2nd April)'/><author><name>Goh Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368399587582355101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30760955.post-7210256179106220079</id><published>2011-03-28T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T02:02:54.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So this is how it ends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); "&gt;I've been such a pig these days. Staying at home and watching movies all day. I just finished watching Sorcerer's Apprentice. It was reasonable, but with the worse dcs today it was really really horrible. By the time I finished watching it, I spent almost 3 hours watching the 1h45m movie. A bloody waste of time. I was in the mood to start scolding the shit out of the inanimate miobox everytime the connection was severed. Yeah I was just too lazy to pick up the phone to call the customer service to rant on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie wasn't good. And there wasn't any eye candy to help it. Plus the main character is too irritating. He just keeps chattering on and on and on and on. "Did you see that?" "I can't believe I did that!" and that kind of stuff. I wish someone would just tell him to shut up and continue with the movie. They stole a scene from the Sorcerer's Apprentice in fantasia 2000 by disney. It was kinda interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting really bored at home. I wish my friends didn't all have to be in ns. Someone please rescue me (A gross reversal of a damsel in distress isn't it?) from this boring life. My mum wouldn't even let me use the computer for more than 3 hours a day, and usually its 2, or less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang out, play pool, monopoly deal, bpt, whatever. HELP! Even if it IS more desirable than getting stuck at work for the entire day and evening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I'm enlisting soon. This crappy life will go away soon. Still, I wish could hang out every evening :/ I hate going home. I only want to go home to sleep. And play the piano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30760955-7210256179106220079?l=seasonsofmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasonsofmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/7210256179106220079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30760955&amp;postID=7210256179106220079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30760955/posts/default/7210256179106220079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30760955/posts/default/7210256179106220079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasonsofmusic.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-this-is-how-it-ends.html' title='So this is how it ends.'/><author><name>Goh Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368399587582355101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30760955.post-4130336519342510620</id><published>2011-03-27T06:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T06:40:56.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IN SOVIET RUSSIA...</title><content type='html'>I feel kinda stupid right now... After completely accepting the loss of  my xfi2 it came searching for me like those little toys in toy story. I  found it next to my coin box. I can swear that it wasn't there  yesterday. Or I need new specs (actually, I do). Or most probably, IN  SOVIET RUSSIA... Somehow I wasn't that surprised when I saw it just next  to my coin box. I think I sorta expected it to be somewhere at home  already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, its probably the best thing that happened  to me today. I was feeling horrible dizzy and almost vomiting  throughout. I watched nearly 3 movies today already. And had multiple  naps. I just kept forcing myself to watch through the horrible state of  mind which was definitely brought upon me by my movie binging. At least  it kept my mind off things like my crap personal statement and gave me  something to do for today. I watched nice movies today! Ocean's Eleven  (its awesome), Gamer (I didn't finish it coz my mum asked me to get off  the comp), and private eye (some korean movie which was kinda good. Its  only one I watched on tv. One of the best of the free miotv movies).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,  as some of you would have known, I have quite a certain amount of  interest in Brad Pitt movies coz he's so handsome and so damn cute. (No I  am NOT gay nor bi but I appreciate male eye candy way more than female  ones). The Ocean's series is my favourite. Its just so entertaining. And  has BOTH Brad Pitt and George Clooney. "Like" x1.5. Mr and Mrs Smith is  nice to watch but it just kills a lot of brain cells. I don't  particularly like Angelina Jolie (whatever the spelling) but they're  really entertaining to watch as a couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Gamer till about halfway or so. Compared to Ocean's Eleven it was nothing and not even worth prolonging lunch for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  korean movie was not bad, but with all the frequent dcs from the miotv  connection it just couldn't cut it. The doctor was kinda cute though  (Yes... A guy. Again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I have about a week  before I lose my hair. Somehow I don't really think much about losing  it. I mean yeah its kinda a waste since my hair is sorta nice right now,  but its not going to hit me that hard. Its part and parcel of living a  Singaporean life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall end off here. I've nothing else to  say. I find that it happens quite a lot to me especially when I'm on the  phone. It makes me feel guilty to the other party when that happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30760955-4130336519342510620?l=seasonsofmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasonsofmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/4130336519342510620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30760955&amp;postID=4130336519342510620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30760955/posts/default/4130336519342510620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30760955/posts/default/4130336519342510620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasonsofmusic.blogspot.com/2011/03/in-soviet-russia.html' title='IN SOVIET RUSSIA...'/><author><name>Goh Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368399587582355101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30760955.post-4712980873936967750</id><published>2011-03-26T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T08:34:59.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat</title><content type='html'>I am actually not very fat. Yes I mean I do complain and all but its about my stomach bulging when it shouldn't. Its kinda hard to see coz I actually do wear clothes ._. But yeah, it does bulge. A little. Less than before though. I mean, my dieting and cutting down on food means starting to eat like a normal person, which means three meals a day (one one one) instead of seven (one three three). If you didn't get what I meant then maybe you should stop reading :/ I should start exercising. My 2.4 timing is like 18 mins, which wouldn't even get me a pass on a girls napfa test. (Or would it?)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I AM EXTREMELY GRATEFUL TO MY KIND TEACHERS WHO RESPONDED AND AGREED TO WRITE A REFERRAL FOR ME! Its kinda rushed, and its coz i'm kinda stupid for not realising that I would need it for scholarship application. Anyway, it appears that there are many many people who ask for last minute referrals. One of the two of my kind teachers remarked that he had 15 referrals to finish now. (I'm so sorry!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30760955-4712980873936967750?l=seasonsofmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasonsofmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/4712980873936967750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30760955&amp;postID=4712980873936967750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30760955/posts/default/4712980873936967750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30760955/posts/default/4712980873936967750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasonsofmusic.blogspot.com/2011/03/fat.html' title='Fat'/><author><name>Goh Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368399587582355101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30760955.post-8996738092230879834</id><published>2011-03-26T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T01:14:32.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing player</title><content type='html'>I lost my creative zen xfi2 player. For the past few days I always thought I probably had left it at home and didn't bring it out with my earpieces, but after digging for it today, I realised that they are missing. Some part of me is telling me there's a chance that its still at home but its not quite possible. Its not that I'm going to suffer without it. Its not like I even use it much. My playlist is just 3 songs on loop. Only my railgun, Judgelight and Reason. I mostly use it for anime watching coz I don't like to waste my computer time on streaming anime.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Its funny how I deal with lost things. I just accept it without question, and get over it immediately. This only applies to losing my stuff though. If its someone else's stuff I will totally freak out. Its interesting to watch people around me freak out about my lost stuff in my place. Is it weird to not get worried over these things? I guess I'm just a not so common type of person. If I hit a setback I rarely feel sad (don't even bring in the thought of depressed here). I'll just accept it and move on. Just like how I accepted my gp and pw grades without question. I always see movies about people who don't accept setbacks and fight for what they think they should get/deserve and succeed. Will I fail my life just cause I accept things and move on? I doubt it. But then again, I probably might miss out on what I could have achieved if I were to disagree and persist in irritating the hell out of whoever is in charge.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I finally finished my first draft for my personal statement. I left the question completely unanswered, but I have nothing else to write about. I thought about accepting that I can't get that bloody scholarship and moving on, but my mum insisted. So I fight on. And irritate the hell out of the people reading. I hope it works, though. I guess i'm just too lazy to fight on for certain things, so I just accept it and move on. I realise that I actually do fight for some things and persist, and they actually work. I will definitely be fighting for the law course so just watch me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30760955-8996738092230879834?l=seasonsofmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasonsofmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/8996738092230879834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30760955&amp;postID=8996738092230879834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30760955/posts/default/8996738092230879834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30760955/posts/default/8996738092230879834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasonsofmusic.blogspot.com/2011/03/missing-player.html' title='Missing player'/><author><name>Goh Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368399587582355101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30760955.post-767026985010028689</id><published>2011-03-25T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T19:53:50.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected</title><content type='html'>I don't know how and I don't know why, but I decided to restart my blog. I will change this horrible blogskin into something simpler and better in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My old blog died since I couldn't force myself to keep up with constant (almost daily) posting, so I shall keep this blog alive longer, by only posting whenever I feel like :/ blogging is a commitment, but I'm really bad at keeping up the constant posts so don't expect anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling kinda shitty lately, from all the crap going on in my life, and its not limited to my impending doom from scholarship application and law test/interviews. I just have this nagging feeling that I might not be qualified enough to get in, even though the office of admissions promises that my grades wouldn't be taken against me if I pass the first cutoff point. Also, theres the stupid enlistment date that was given to me a month in advance, though they stated that the letter would be sent 3 months in advance. So much for trustworthiness. At least WHO CARES ABOUT NO PRIDE, LIFE IS GOOD, CAN BOOKOUT EVERY EVENING! I'm also feeling rather confused at the moment, with all that shit flying about my head. Please please please agree to writing my referral :/ its kinda like a rush but I was stupid enough to not notice that I would need it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I can relax with my song writing and transcribing, so life isn't that bad afterall. I can't wait to show the vn team my new song. Oh well, I've always hated lyric writing, but I can hardly do worse than poor Miss Black, could I? (Ok maybe I might...) I still believe songs should be written music first, since whenever I listen to songs I never actually listen to the lyrics, but just feel the music of it. Listening to Friday that way, it wasn't that bad, but it wasn't exactly good at all :/ I still like my own soothing music, and certain rock music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to abstain from all my "hahah"s and other weird stuff but it tends to make me sound really formal. Gotta work it out. Its already gotten me into some weird trouble when I joke but it isn't understood coz there weren't any telltale smileys or laughter. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Friday Friday, gotta sleep on Friday... Ok its not exactly Friday now, but yeah, you get the point. Nights!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30760955-767026985010028689?l=seasonsofmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasonsofmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/767026985010028689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30760955&amp;postID=767026985010028689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30760955/posts/default/767026985010028689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30760955/posts/default/767026985010028689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasonsofmusic.blogspot.com/2011/03/unexpected.html' title='Unexpected'/><author><name>Goh Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368399587582355101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
