<?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-4745797985406643952</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:21:23.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soundscapes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Melodee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013805933155393246</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>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745797985406643952.post-1159984081986719042</id><published>2008-07-21T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T21:35:35.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fair Girl</title><content type='html'>i wanted to say out everything to you but i guess stupidity reign over me .&lt;br /&gt;and for the past 6 months i stood in silence watching you here and there hoping that&lt;br /&gt;we will get close . and we did . and things was normal . hints was on play .&lt;br /&gt;i imagined a lot of things happening if it works out . good ones and bad ones .&lt;br /&gt;but we pulled through . we got through them like fire and water .&lt;br /&gt;my weakness is getting worse . i stand firm on the solid ground as you leave vapour trails&lt;br /&gt;in the deep blue sky . i told u everything . and found out someone else was in mind .&lt;br /&gt;questions came in my mind like ants on sugar . i didn't want to let you go as i was really close .&lt;br /&gt;i was really really close .&lt;br /&gt;just like i said .&lt;br /&gt;it's you . it has always been you . you never fail to amaze me every single time .&lt;br /&gt;just recently i shook your hand . it was the first time . i did not want to let go . i did not want to go home .&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to wait .&lt;br /&gt;3 hours . thats not so long .&lt;br /&gt;yes i am very shy . i admit . i'm useless when friends are around .&lt;br /&gt;give me time . i can do this .&lt;br /&gt;you are the one i want standing next to me when all my dreams come true . its you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still behind with the trails in the sky . look back and i'm there . =)&lt;br /&gt;i am not going anywhere . i will always be here . =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745797985406643952-1159984081986719042?l=soundsandscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/feeds/1159984081986719042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745797985406643952&amp;postID=1159984081986719042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/1159984081986719042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/1159984081986719042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/2008/07/fair-girl.html' title='Fair Girl'/><author><name>Melodee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013805933155393246</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-4745797985406643952.post-4769594417307634924</id><published>2008-06-14T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T22:19:22.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn around and look back . .</title><content type='html'>i realise that i'm different now . particularly this year . 2008 . i don't go out that much .&lt;br /&gt;but no worries . . i will be going out really soon . but i don't know when and who to go out with . .&lt;br /&gt;my life is really simple now . you could say my life is boring . i don't really communicate much with my secondary school mates . ok fine . honest fact = i don't contact them at all . only 3% of them i'm still in touch with . i don't really have much to type to be honest . but if i can say something to everyone . it will go something like this ' Secondary School Life is the roller coaster ride of your life '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;switch on your iPod . put your earphones on . walk away . . ( this is what Mr Magoo would say to me if he could )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745797985406643952-4769594417307634924?l=soundsandscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/feeds/4769594417307634924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745797985406643952&amp;postID=4769594417307634924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/4769594417307634924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/4769594417307634924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/2008/06/turn-around-and-look-back.html' title='Turn around and look back . .'/><author><name>Melodee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013805933155393246</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-4745797985406643952.post-8975513439052821967</id><published>2008-06-14T02:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T02:48:20.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Old Blog + New Changes = New Blog .&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745797985406643952-8975513439052821967?l=soundsandscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/feeds/8975513439052821967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745797985406643952.post-3458206108856548297</id><published>2008-04-01T17:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T18:00:52.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am but not frequent .</title><content type='html'>this is one beautiful song . trust me . watch it . however this is not the official video of the song . well . . just listen to the music . forget about the video . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pqu-Nz0C2Xg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pqu-Nz0C2Xg&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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.'/><author><name>Melodee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013805933155393246</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-4745797985406643952.post-3040418195365174276</id><published>2008-02-05T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T18:32:49.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoppipolla ( Hopping Into Puddles )</title><content type='html'>a great friend of mine just had a very beautiful birthday . i told her no matter how old you will grow . as long as you have a young heart . you will still look young to me . .&lt;br /&gt;and this video kinda really portray what i'm trying to say . .&lt;br /&gt;very beautiful song . a video you will never forget .  .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_EyI4p0yjDQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_EyI4p0yjDQ&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745797985406643952-3040418195365174276?l=soundsandscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/feeds/3040418195365174276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745797985406643952&amp;postID=3040418195365174276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/3040418195365174276'/><link 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you I set you apart&lt;br /&gt;Tell me your secrets, and ask me your questions&lt;br /&gt;Oh lets go back to the start&lt;br /&gt;Running in circles, coming up tails&lt;br /&gt;Heads on a silence apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;br /&gt;Oh its such a shame for us to part&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;br /&gt;No one ever said that it would be this hard&lt;br /&gt;Oh take me back to the start&lt;br /&gt;I was just guessing at numbers and figures&lt;br /&gt;Pulling your puzzles apart&lt;br /&gt;Questions of science, science and progress&lt;br /&gt;Do not speak as loud as my heart&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you love me, come back and haunt me&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I rush to the start&lt;br /&gt;Running in circles, chasing our tails&lt;br /&gt;Coming back as we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;br /&gt;Oh its such a shame for us to part&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;br /&gt;No one ever said it would be so hard&lt;br /&gt;Im going back to the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ooh ooh ooh ooh ohh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745797985406643952-3438584424197224682?l=soundsandscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/feeds/3438584424197224682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745797985406643952&amp;postID=3438584424197224682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/3438584424197224682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/3438584424197224682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/2008/01/scientist.html' title='The Scientist'/><author><name>Melodee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013805933155393246</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-4745797985406643952.post-7638076716851520772</id><published>2007-11-25T03:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T03:52:29.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom</title><content type='html'>met the friends . all dressed up . ready to go . get into the van . reached and made an entrance . well . we had fun for table games . then the part where everyone decides who are the Prom King and Queen . King was Glenn . Queen was i dont know who cos i was outside at the bar playing the piano . my friends are back and in we go to the room and realise it was time to dance . Sufian quickly went in and without hesitation he dance without us . me and rahim decide to go in . well on the stage or so called 'podium' . haha . we dance . then so sick and tired with Jeremy Woo and his lame music . Rahim's iPod was plugged in and tune to Paul Van Dyk's Crush . . me yan rahim shafii zulhafiz in the middle of the dance floor . shuffling to the music . well the rest just watch . cos partly form my point of view is they dont really know how to dance to the song . Prom was kinda lame especially the games . once the Dance Floor was opened . IT WAS THE BOMB ! will never ever forget that night . i wanna go dance again .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745797985406643952-7638076716851520772?l=soundsandscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/feeds/7638076716851520772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745797985406643952&amp;postID=7638076716851520772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/7638076716851520772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/7638076716851520772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/2007/11/prom.html' title='Prom'/><author><name>Melodee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013805933155393246</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-4745797985406643952.post-3954914386660570929</id><published>2007-11-17T06:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T06:37:54.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trespassers William's Vapour Trail</title><content type='html'>First you look so strong,&lt;br /&gt;Then you fade away.&lt;br /&gt;The sun will blind my eyes;&lt;br /&gt;I love you anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Thirsty for your smile;&lt;br /&gt;I watch you for a while.&lt;br /&gt;You are a vapour trail&lt;br /&gt;In a deep blue sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tremble with a sigh;&lt;br /&gt;Glitter in your eye.&lt;br /&gt;You seem to come and go;&lt;br /&gt;I never seem to know.&lt;br /&gt;And all my time&lt;br /&gt;is yours as much as mine.&lt;br /&gt;We never have enough&lt;br /&gt;Time to show our love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745797985406643952-3954914386660570929?l=soundsandscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/feeds/3954914386660570929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745797985406643952&amp;postID=3954914386660570929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/3954914386660570929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/3954914386660570929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-love-you.html' title='Trespassers William&apos;s Vapour Trail'/><author><name>Melodee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013805933155393246</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-4745797985406643952.post-4704686015632650526</id><published>2007-11-10T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T20:52:25.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Persist</title><content type='html'>as the sands of time flow through the hour glass . during the mid day i shall stand where the sun is highest in the beautiful sky . looking up to the beauty of it . hoping that you are alright . hoping that you are okay . on this warm earth i shall wait . wait for that particular day to come where i will be right in front of you looking at your sky blue eyes . persist i must . for those eyes cannot be missed . i will leave you for now . as long as the sky stays beautiful . i will never stop waiting . after 365 days . you will know that i've persisted . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745797985406643952-4704686015632650526?l=soundsandscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/feeds/4704686015632650526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745797985406643952&amp;postID=4704686015632650526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/4704686015632650526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/4704686015632650526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/2007/11/persist.html' title='Persist'/><author><name>Melodee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013805933155393246</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-4745797985406643952.post-1853553192860382414</id><published>2007-11-07T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T03:09:33.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story</title><content type='html'>3 different guys in 3 different situation . but they have one thing in common . they have the same questions in their mind .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt like your alone ? What if you truly were ?&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after spending half the day walking in the rain with his shoelaces untied . he finally reaches home . he was tired but nothing could stop his mind from asking the same questions over and over again . this was totally unexpected . he didn't know that this would happen to him . he went into the toilet and with his wet clothes on, he sit on he toilet floor . hopeless . lifeless . he didn't know what to do . what should be his next move ? in 3 months time . he is going to leave this world . surprisingly, his phone rang . it was still working after being in the wet pocket for hours . it was her .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He : Hello . .&lt;br /&gt;She : I'm sorry . i didn't expect things would go this way .&lt;br /&gt;He : It's ok . me too .&lt;br /&gt;She : so what are you goi . .&lt;br /&gt;He : sorry i don't feel like talking now . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he hang up the phone . there was no point . no matter what she does . in 3 months time . he will still be gone . he sat there . deep in his thoughts .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the plane landed . they have reach the middle east . the platoon quickly report to the army base . briefings was given . the location of the troops that needed support . he knew that this was it . it will be the open war . his mind suddenly thought of his wife . how sweet her smile was . now all he can do is to survive the war . the briefing was over . they were given exactly 20 minutes to prepare for the support . 20 minutes was over . every gun is loaded . double checked . grenades on their belts . everything was set . they got up the lorry and they left the army base to get to the location . they reach the location . he got off the lorry and quickly take cover . there he was . in the middle of the war . he can hear gunshots . soldiers requesting for back up . soldiers screaming in pain . he knows he have to do this . it was time . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was in space . checking everything to make sure that there are no errors . now all he have to do is drive the shuttle to the moon . it was a straight route . everything was floating around . it was amazing to be floating around in the shuttle . he look outside the clear glass . he saw earth . it was beautiful . it feels as if he was looking down through God's eyes . he was amaze on how nice it is to float around when suddenly he thought of his mum . he really miss her . how he wish she could have been here with him . when suddenly the whole shuttle started shaking vigorously . everything was in a mess . after a few moments it was back to normal . he check to see if everything was ok . everything seems fine . but deep inside him he knows something is wrong . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745797985406643952-1853553192860382414?l=soundsandscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/feeds/1853553192860382414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745797985406643952&amp;postID=1853553192860382414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/1853553192860382414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/1853553192860382414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/2007/11/story_07.html' title='The Story'/><author><name>Melodee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013805933155393246</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-4745797985406643952.post-5166997226212494947</id><published>2007-11-05T23:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T00:30:18.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story</title><content type='html'>he was in the plane thinking about what he is going to do in order to survive the war . he was there in the plane along with his fellow comrades . it was obvious all of them were trying very hard to hide their fear . some were holding back their tears . some were praying . some were holding onto their good luck charms . it was obvious all of them were afraid of this war . everyone saw the plane soaring through the night sky . the next morning in a small town a hundred miles away from the army camp . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rumors were already spreading around about another space project . a shuttle to be send to the moon . he was walking in small town looking for a barber shop to get a haircut . he is not familliar with this town . currently he is living in a small apartment in this town . he was listening to all these rumors being spread around like butter on a piece of bread . what they do not know is that he is actually the man who is going to be send to the moon to do some researching . finally he found the barber shop . surprisingly it was empty . the barber was there sitting down watching the television with no colors . he went in . the barber stood up and welcome him with a warm smile . once the haircut was done . he paid and left .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left the barber shop at 9.08am . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usually when he's done at the small town . he will take the bus 46 and alight a few blocks away from his house . today he decided to walk home . he walked at the side of the road . the road was empty . not even a single vehicle was seen passing by through this road . he walk looking up to the sky . thinking what does it feel like to be up there looking down on earth . soon he find himself two blocks away from his small apartment . he heard a familiar sound . it was a ringing sound . it was the phone at his apartment . he ran over to the apartment an quickly went in to pick up the call .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is the army general from Kennedy Space Center . he called to inform that in 2 days time . they will be launching him to space . he was shock to hear the news . he didn't know it would so fast . he only have 2 days and its not enough to go back to his hometown and spend some time with his family . all he can dow as jsut give them a phone call . without hesitation he call his mum .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He : Hello ? Mum are you there ?&lt;br /&gt;Mum : Yes . It's been so long since i hear your voice .&lt;br /&gt;He : Mum i'm leaving tomorrow .&lt;br /&gt;Mum : But i thought the research will be in 3 or 4 months ?&lt;br /&gt;He : I thought so too . but i jsut received a call and i was told i will be leaving in 2 days .&lt;br /&gt;Mum : Please becareful my son . its a totally different world out there .&lt;br /&gt;He : I know mum . i know . and i wanna apologise for everything i have done to you .&lt;br /&gt;Mum : It's okay . all i want you to do is becareful out there . i want you to be back .&lt;br /&gt;He : I will mum . i will . i promise . now i have to go ok mum ?&lt;br /&gt;Mum : So soon ?&lt;br /&gt;He : Yes . i need to pack all my stuff and get ready . for they will come to pick me up anytime soon .&lt;br /&gt;Mum : Why so soon ?&lt;br /&gt;He : Procedures mum . standard procedures . i have to go now ok ?&lt;br /&gt;Mum : ok son . be careful . i love you .&lt;br /&gt;He : I love you too .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the conversation ended . he regretted for not spending more time with his mum . for all the time he was away doing research and going for meetings that he don't have the time for his mum . still his mum was there for him all the time . he started packing some stuff . and finally finish off with his clothes . suddenly he heard vehicles coming in from the road . he look outside the window and saw he army general who called him just now . they came to pick him up . they helped him with his stuff . all the boxes were loaded in the car . he stood outside and look up to the sky again and this time, in his heart . he said . i will be up there and people will look at me now . he entered the car and off they went to the space center .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left his small apartment at 1.05pm . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once they reach the space center . he was told to be in the board room where the government will start asking questions about this space project . they shoot alot of questions which was merely impossible to answer but somehow he manages to answer every single one of them . the question session was done . he was located to his room . he spends most of his time there . reading a book . watching the news . thinking of his mum .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days has passed and it was time for the final briefing . the last briefing was given right outside the main door of the shuttle . the briefings were done and he was left alone to enter the shuttle . the man door was heavy and solid . he went inside and shut the door tight . he is familiar with everything inside . he knows how to operate this huge machine . a voice was heard through the intercom . he was told to sit down and prepare for the launch . in 10 minutes time . the shuttle will be launch to the sky and above to space . he spend the 10 minutes thinking of everything that he has done . his first kiss . the picnic trip he had with his siblings . he felt guilty for not calling them to inform that he is leaving . 10 minutes quickly passed and this time a countdown was heard though the intercom .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intercom : 10 . . 9 . . 8 . . 7 . . 6 . . 5 . . 4 . . 3 . . 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was it . he know there is no turning back now .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intercom : 1 . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he felt a surge of adrenaline within him . the shuttle was moving and  it was moving fast . he can feel that the shuttle was already flying high . leaving the country .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intercom : We have lift off . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the shuttle launched at 4.35pm . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the shuttle was way too fast but he knows how to control . all the townsfolk was looking at the sky . looking at the shuttle soaring through the sky . flying up high . all he sees is the bright blue sky. suddenly it was dark and all he can see is bright white dots in the dark world . he knows he have reach space . he still has alot more to go to reach the moon . he knows he can do it . the only thing is he has to hope that nothing wrong will happen with the shuttle . the only problem now is . if anything goes wrong . there is noone there to help him except the intercom . he is all alone . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he reached space at 4.52pm . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745797985406643952-5166997226212494947?l=soundsandscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/feeds/5166997226212494947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745797985406643952&amp;postID=5166997226212494947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/5166997226212494947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/5166997226212494947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/2007/11/story_05.html' title='The Story'/><author><name>Melodee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013805933155393246</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-4745797985406643952.post-812117989310260942</id><published>2007-11-03T02:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T05:11:41.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story</title><content type='html'>at the same time . while he was walking in the rain . with his shoelace untied . half a world away . in another country . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite of all the noise in the army camp . silence was all he heard . he was looking up to the sky and thinking whether he should tell his wife that he is leaving for the war in the middle east . this time he don't even know if he's coming back . he got into the car and leave the army camp .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left the camp at 3.04pm . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a 30 minute drive . he finally reach home . in the car he sat . still thinking whether he should tell her during dinner . he left the car still thinking . he open the front door and took a step into the house . he felt comfortable with where he is right now . the warm and cozy atmosphere seems to lift up his mood . but deep inside him he know that the news his going to break to his wife is going to ruin everything . he took off his boots and socks and leave them by the side of the shoerack and walk over to the kicthen . he saw her standing there . busy with the cooking . the radio was on but it wasn't loud enough to be heard especially with the cooking going on in the same place .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He : Why do you still on the radio when you know you're not gonna&lt;br /&gt;be able to hear them especially with the cooking going on in the same place .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surprise to see him standing there in the kitchen . she ran to him and gave him a hug and kiss him . she looked at him with her arms on his shoulders and smile .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She : When you're not around . the only thing that keeps my company in this house while i'm cooking is the radio . . now i can off it since you are here with me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upon hearing she said that . he know he have to tell her . he just do not know when .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She : Why not you go up and take a shower and rest . it must have been a rough day at that camp . i will wake you up when it's time for dinner .&lt;br /&gt;He : Okay love . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he went upstairs and into the room . put his bagpack aside and took off his army uniform .&lt;br /&gt;once he was done with the shower . he went to take a nap . soon he wake from what felt like 5 minutes nap . he looked at the clock and it was going to be dinner soon . he take another shower and was already on his way downstairs for dinner when he heard his phone rang . it was his commander . he was told to report to the camp by 10 and leaving the country by 11 . . once done with the phonecall . he get ready for dinner .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He : Spaghetti . . lovely . .&lt;br /&gt;She : I know you love them .&lt;br /&gt;He : Not as much as i love you . .&lt;br /&gt;She : Thank you honey . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had dinner at 7.31pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful dinner . his mind wasn't calm . it was time .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He : Honey i have to tell you something&lt;br /&gt;She : Yes ?&lt;br /&gt;He : I'm leaving&lt;br /&gt;She : For how long ?&lt;br /&gt;He : I don't know . I don't even know if i will be back&lt;br /&gt;She : Why do you say that ?&lt;br /&gt;He : My platoon will be send to the middle east . to the war . the troops over there need our help .&lt;br /&gt;She : When will you be leaving ?&lt;br /&gt;He : I need to report to the camp by 10 tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she got up and went to the kitchen . what was once a beautiful dinner has now turn to a sad one . there he was sitting at the dining table alone . she was in the kitchen crying endlessly by the kitchen sink . he left the dining room and went over to the kitchen . gave her a hug .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He : I'm sorry . But i have to leave you tonight .&lt;br /&gt;She : Promise me you will come back .&lt;br /&gt;He : I promise i will come back for you . Please wait for me .&lt;br /&gt;She : I will . I love you .&lt;br /&gt;He : I love you too . always and forever .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both of them were in the kitchen the whole night . the dinner was forgotten . they spend the evening holding each other in their arms by the fridge . soon it was time for him to leave . he went upstairs and put on the army uniform and went downstairs to wear his boots . after putting on his boots . he kissed her for one last time . they hugged . she cried . he carried his duffel bag . he got into the car knowing full well that might be the last time he see her . he cried in the car and drove off . she cried by the door knowing full well that her husband is leaving the country for war . still she holds on the her husband's promise .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left her at 9.23pm . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after parking his car at the army base . he went to report to his commander . soon they were having standard procedures and last minute briefings . soon it was 11 and it was time for them to leave . he step into the plane and look back and realise that this might be the last time he see's this country again . he holds onto that promise he made to his wife . it is 11.07 and the plane is ready for lift off . his heart was beating faster and faster . he realise . he is going to a war and he have to fight for his life in order to come back . he knows it's going to be hard out there . he knows he might not make it back . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left the country at 11.17pm . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745797985406643952-812117989310260942?l=soundsandscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/feeds/812117989310260942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745797985406643952&amp;postID=812117989310260942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/812117989310260942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/812117989310260942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/2007/11/story.html' title='The Story'/><author><name>Melodee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013805933155393246</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-4745797985406643952.post-1605718841577119719</id><published>2007-10-31T06:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T06:48:26.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story</title><content type='html'>To Those Who Needs A Story To Read . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            the sky was getting dark and it was going to rain . it was 5.43pm . he is already late for his appointment at the hospital . quickly took a bath and dress up . he slip into his black converse . without tying his shoelace, he left the house .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left the house at 6.12pm . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            he remembered telling her to meet up with him after the appointment . he was looking forward to meeting her more than the appointment but he know he still have to attend this stupid appointment . he entered the hospital and get to the doctor's room .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            he entered the room and took a seat . the doctor told him that he has a heart condition . he has 3 months left . he was shocked to hear those words coming from the doctor's mouth . the room was silent . for a moment he thought the doctor was joking but after a few seconds he knew that the doctor was telling the truth . when the doctor was done he left the room to meet up with her .&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;He left the room at 6.57pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            he saw her from afar . he didn't know what to say to her . whether to pretend that everything is okay . or to tell her the truth . his phone rang . he took the phone out of his pocket and saw the she was calling him . he picked up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He : Hello . .&lt;br /&gt;She : Hi ! Where are ya ?&lt;br /&gt;He : I'm coming . in fact i can see you from where i am now ( waving at her )&lt;br /&gt;She : ok stop waving and come here .&lt;br /&gt;He : ok i'm coming . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            he put down the phone and made his way to her . still thinking about what he's going to say to her . he saw that smile on her face which never fails to make his day but this time it failed . .  the sky was getting darker and darker . he hold her hand and decided to tell her the truth .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: i'm going to die in 3 months time&lt;br /&gt;She : -speechless-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            it start to rain . and it was heavy . everyone started running to get underneath a shelter so as not to get their clothes wet from the rain . the both of them didn't . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started raining at 7.41pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He : i don't know what to do .&lt;br /&gt;She : -started crying-&lt;br /&gt;He : say something please . .&lt;br /&gt;She : -still crying-&lt;br /&gt;He : i can't be with you anymore . i won't be with you in 3 months time . i'm sorry .&lt;br /&gt;She : -still crying-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            wet . drenched . he left her crying in the rain . he wasn't prepared for this . he didn't know things are going to be this way . it was totally unexpected . he look up to the sky and look down on the floor . he saw his shoelaces . still untied . he turned back to look at her once more . she was still looking at him and crying . he turn back and with his shoelaces untied he continued walking in the rain .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left her at 8.04pm . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745797985406643952-1605718841577119719?l=soundsandscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/feeds/1605718841577119719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745797985406643952&amp;postID=1605718841577119719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/1605718841577119719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/1605718841577119719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/2007/10/story.html' title='The Story'/><author><name>Melodee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013805933155393246</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-4745797985406643952.post-3356253976080098689</id><published>2007-10-30T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T22:55:27.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>finally i managed to compose a song . its called 'Dreamscape' . its only a sample for now . if you want it . please ask me for it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Life&lt;br /&gt;2) The Chase&lt;br /&gt;3) Dreamscape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  the three songs that i have composed . i still have a lot more to go . the melodies . the ambience to fit in the background . the chords . the rhythms . it will take a long time but i will do it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, my music is not punk rock&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my music is sort of experimental and soundscape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me say something about 'Dreamscape'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i name it Dreamscape because of the dreams that people have . dreams that are merely impossible .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745797985406643952-3356253976080098689?l=soundsandscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/feeds/3356253976080098689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745797985406643952&amp;postID=3356253976080098689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/3356253976080098689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/3356253976080098689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/2007/10/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Melodee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013805933155393246</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-4745797985406643952.post-5314753903848534994</id><published>2007-10-29T04:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T05:20:16.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irreversible</title><content type='html'>it was 6 years ago . since the twin towers of the World Trade Center has collapse and 3000 people died because of that . 3000 people . and then we followed along . and another 100 000 people died in the middle east . a hundred thousand people . war continued on till now . people still continue on dying in the streets in the middle east . planes keep dropping their bombs in cities . guns kept reloading cos it kept shooting . bombs keep exploding . war has taken over the holy cities . instead of having a nice dinner together . families have to keep running because of the war . this war needs to end . it doesn't prove anything . it doesn't prove how real we are . this is irreversible .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels And Airwaves . one of my favourite bands . it was formed by this guy name Tom Delonge . who was a former member of Blink 182 . in the band Blink 182 . there is 3 guys . one name Tom . one name Mark and another name Travis . they were good friends . in fact Tom and Mark are best friends . when suddenly after 13 years of making and playing music together . Tom suddenly decided to change his phone numbers and move away from where he use to live and didn't tell his band about his disappearance . he called the manager of the band and told him to tell the rest of the band that he want to call it off . and therefore . after the break up . you have 2 new bands , one is Angels And Airwaves and Plus 44 (also one of my favourite  bands) . Plus 44 was formed by the other 2 remaining members of Blink 182 . all the Blink 182's fans were totally disappointed . and they keep bragging and asking ' when is Blink 182 going to come back ? '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see these things are irreversible . the band broke up and its over . the war is still going on . people keep dying . it's irreversible . somehow i wish the war will end . and let people live in peace . but i know that is not going to happen . and i also wish that Blink 182 will come back and rock ! but no . that is  not gonna happen either .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway what i'm trying to prove is that . sometimes things happen and thats it . nothing is going to change the fact that it has already happen . nothing will make it the way it was before . maybe for the band's case . an apology would do . but for the War . will an apology be enough to bring back those who were killed ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things happen and nothing can change it .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745797985406643952-5314753903848534994?l=soundsandscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/feeds/5314753903848534994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745797985406643952&amp;postID=5314753903848534994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/5314753903848534994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/5314753903848534994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/2007/10/irreversible.html' title='Irreversible'/><author><name>Melodee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013805933155393246</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-4745797985406643952.post-124188522375185963</id><published>2007-10-27T03:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T03:22:03.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Innocent Lives</title><content type='html'>the events that happen in Myanmmar now . its not beautiful . some say its like hell to be there . just by walking on the road . you can see bodies . some are barely alive . some dead . some don't even have bodies . the monks . they did a peaceful demonstration . what did they get ? all of them were shot dead . for God's sakes . these monks don't even eat meat . they don't even harm animals . and they get shot . it's like a war out there . without even mentioning about the war between Palestin and Israel . which has been going on for God knows how long . you walk in your neighbourhood . you see childrens playing with soft toys . you walk in either of this 2 countries you see childrens holding weapons . ready to kill . ready to fight . and they are just childrens . you see what war brings into these young lives . you see children in schools being taught on how to do problem sums but those kids there are taught on how to kill . War is not a good thing . everybody knows it and do nothing  . Yes, you see it on the news where the Ministers go to their country to sign a Peace Agreement between Palestin and Israel . but nothing has happen . they still continue fighting . about the Myanmmar issue . let's just hope for the best .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745797985406643952-124188522375185963?l=soundsandscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/feeds/124188522375185963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745797985406643952&amp;postID=124188522375185963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/124188522375185963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/124188522375185963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/2007/10/innocent-lives.html' title='The Innocent Lives'/><author><name>Melodee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013805933155393246</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-4745797985406643952.post-3459712584936084577</id><published>2007-10-24T20:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T20:29:52.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the comeback</title><content type='html'>the change of my blog skin shall revive the aura within me that will in fact gives me the motivation to blog more . i won't be blogging everyday . i love this new blog skin . she's off to study for her exams now . all the best to her . i will pray for you . to all who is reading now . do me a favor . one fine afternoon at around 2 pm - 3.45 pm . please leave your house . get out to an open field . breathe the air that surrounds you . and look up to the sky . a sensation none shall ever forget .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745797985406643952-3459712584936084577?l=soundsandscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/feeds/3459712584936084577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745797985406643952&amp;postID=3459712584936084577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/3459712584936084577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/3459712584936084577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/2007/10/comeback.html' title='the comeback'/><author><name>Melodee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013805933155393246</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-4745797985406643952.post-1543557748336489746</id><published>2007-10-23T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T01:22:35.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been 3 nights now . i've been waiting . where are you ? if only i can give you the url for my blog and let you read what i really feel . but i can't . i keep looking at your house everyday . so that i feel close to you . i look up to the sky everytime . knowing that you'll look up too . i know i was wrong . now give me another chance please . things were great . now i'm losing . i feel helpless . oh i really need you now .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745797985406643952-1543557748336489746?l=soundsandscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/feeds/1543557748336489746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745797985406643952&amp;postID=1543557748336489746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/1543557748336489746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/1543557748336489746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-been-3-nights-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Melodee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013805933155393246</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-4745797985406643952.post-8207780765351559883</id><published>2007-10-19T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T18:31:21.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i looked up to the mid day sky today . i prayed that everything goes well for you and hope everything goes well for you and him too . when i looked up to the sky . i got a feeling you were looking up too . i don't know whether what i felt was true but its just a feeling . i hope you are happy with your life . i wish you all the best . i'm lousy . i am . i'm not worth anything . i'm useless .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745797985406643952-8207780765351559883?l=soundsandscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/feeds/8207780765351559883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745797985406643952&amp;postID=8207780765351559883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/8207780765351559883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/8207780765351559883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-looked-up-to-mid-day-sky-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Melodee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013805933155393246</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-4745797985406643952.post-5086966072067578883</id><published>2007-10-19T03:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T03:53:09.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>saddest day of my life .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745797985406643952-5086966072067578883?l=soundsandscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/feeds/5086966072067578883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745797985406643952&amp;postID=5086966072067578883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/5086966072067578883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/5086966072067578883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/2007/10/saddest-day-of-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Melodee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013805933155393246</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-4745797985406643952.post-4816927427581720282</id><published>2007-10-16T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T23:28:42.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am trying to be with a girl half a world away from where i am living . where the beaches has beautiful sunsets . where voices of a violin can be heard in a happy tune in the middle of a busy town . where townsfolk sits and enjoy the breeze . a country that is rather unknown to alot of people . somehow both of us found each other . or should i say somehow we met . and we talked . you told me alot of things . i remember them till now . i still remember the day i smiled the whole day .  i still remember it . it was the best day of my life . i wanna know everything about you . i wanna be there beside you . but i have to wait . cos now is not the time yet . i hope you'll wait too .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some say its impossible . some just give advices . i say its possible . there is still hope . i will meet you one day . i will meet your best friend . i will know everything about you . i will do the dishes for you .  i will even let you hold the remote control . i wanna grow old with you .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745797985406643952-4816927427581720282?l=soundsandscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/feeds/4816927427581720282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745797985406643952&amp;postID=4816927427581720282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/4816927427581720282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/4816927427581720282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-trying-to-be-with-girl-half-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Melodee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013805933155393246</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-4745797985406643952.post-1739834721782741736</id><published>2007-10-14T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T23:24:35.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>things are getting better . but i know that it won't be for long . soon enough i will be sad again . i had a great time talking to you last night . we talked like we use to . i miss you so much .  ihope we talk again tonight . i still do . only you do not know it .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745797985406643952-1739834721782741736?l=soundsandscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/feeds/1739834721782741736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745797985406643952&amp;postID=1739834721782741736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/1739834721782741736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/1739834721782741736'/><link rel='alternate' 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Happy Hari Raya To ALL . to all i would like to take this chance to ask for your forgiveness . for all the bad things i've done . everything . forgive me .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745797985406643952-1849061843128588108?l=soundsandscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/feeds/1849061843128588108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745797985406643952&amp;postID=1849061843128588108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/1849061843128588108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/1849061843128588108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/2007/09/memories-since-today-is-last-day-of.html' title='memories . since today is the last day of school .  alot of pictures !'/><author><name>Melodee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013805933155393246</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://bp3.blogger.com/_8g_Wk4KxtsM/RvqHqXMaCAI/AAAAAAAAAFc/B1Nd4ViEU-A/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745797985406643952.post-9206492764415080840</id><published>2007-09-19T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T00:21:17.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i feel like jumping off the tallest building in the world and just feel the wind flow through me . i wanna know how it feels like to fly . to be free and just fly around in the beautiful summer sky . to get close with the stars at night . to have a bird's eye view of everything . well i'm afraid of heights and seriously i am . you don't know how afraid i am with heights but sometimes i just don't care . i adore the sky . i always look up at the sky and just wonder about all the things that i've done for myself and others . usually i just sit in my room with the guitar and play a tune and think about what i have done that has benefit others . what have i done that make people smile ? make people laugh ? make people think that there is something good in this world that is worth going for even if its going to cost you everything . there was this once where i was at the bus stop waiting for the bus to go for band practice . when the bus finally arrived, there was this old lady who ask another lady to help her with her trolley with all her groceries inside . i don't know what the other lady was doing and it seems to me that she was not doing anything to help . so i took the trolley in my hands and lift in up and into the bus . it was kinda heavy but i managed just fine . she got up the bus and was saying some things in her own mother tongue and i didn't understand a single thing she said . i don't know whether she was thanking me or scolding the other lady but sure as hell she wasn't scolding the other lady . and it doesn't seem like thanks! or thank you ! . well i wasn't expecting her thanks . but it felt good to help . it really felt good . there was another time . i was walking with my band mates . its some time ago . i forget who i was with but i know i was with my bandmates . we were at the Bukit Batok Interchange when suddenly a guy came to me . with sad eyes and a sad voice . he came up to me asking me for money because he was just released from the prison and had no money with him . he wanted some money for he wanted to call his family who abandoned him(typical behaviour of a family in this type of situation) and he had no money with him . i was holding $6 in my hand and he saw the cash in my hand . my band mates was telling me not to give him any because he is lying . they were saying keep the money , just tell him you need it . i ignored what my band mates told me for i saw it in his eyes that he wasn't lying . his eyes was telling me a story . i gave him $2 . i regretted that i didn't give him more . he thanked me alot of times . i didn't know what to say . i just say it's ok . i wonder why my band mates say that . everyone deserve a second chance . he didn't lie . even if he did, it doesn't matter its over . but i saw his eyes . i know it wasn't a white lie . i hope his family is wih him now . right at this very moment . and hope things are good for him now . eyes are very good storytellers . you can ask a friend whether they are ok and they can tell you the (yes i am ok crap) but look into their eyes and you can see a whole new story . i was watching this show on TV called Kyle XY about a boy(Kyle) who was found in the middle of a forest with no family . no past . no memory . and i was watching this part of the show where the kids in the family told him to lie about what happen during the day to their parents during dinner . he kept quiet . the parents was asking him how was his day ? and he didn't say anything . the kids were lying . Kyle was on his chair looking at the kids eyes and looking at them lying . it was his turn to speak about what happened during the day . and he find it hard to look at the  mother's  eyes  because he didn't want to lie to her .  he end up telling the truth and feeling very confused . to me its true . i find it hard to look at the person's eye whom i'm about to lie to . i'm not an emo . i just feel like typing about what had happen to me recently . =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[x] I love at least one shade of pink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[x] I don't like being messy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[ ] My belongings are organized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[ ] I don't like rock music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[x] I like wearing accessories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[x] Bright colors amaze me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[ ] I hate black.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[ ] I go to the saloon once a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[ ] I comb my hair almost all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[x] I bring my phone with me everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;add up all your marks and multiply it by 10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you are 50% girly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boyish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[x] I wear baggy pants.(only my school pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[x] I play video games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[x] I listen to boy bands like MyChemical Romance, Yellowcard,Switchfoot, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[x] I like wearing jackets with hoods.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[x] I'm too lazy to do chores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[ ] I don't like shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[ ] I like to go bungee jumping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[ ] I like being sweaty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[ ] I'm a big fan of marvel heroes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[ ] I barely wear perfume.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;add up all your marks and multiply it by 10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you are 50% boyish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nerdy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[ ] I always carry a pen in my purseor pocket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[ ] I enjoy studying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[ ] I wear glasses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[ ] I'm a straight-A student.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[] I've never skipped any class in my whole life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[ ] I like my shirt tucked in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[ ] My favorite subject is science.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[x] I enjoy reading books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[ ] My assignments are passed on time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[x] I correct people with their grammar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;add up all your marks and multiply it by 10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you are 20% nerdy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Emo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[x] I love the color black.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[ ] I always sit at the corner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[ ] One side of my hair is covering one of my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[ ] I like listening to metal rock music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[x] I have a lot of problems in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[ ] I'm not much of a loud person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[ ] I don't talk much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[ ] I don't have that much friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[ ] I barely have fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[ ] I barely go out with my folks or friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;add up all your marks and multiply it by 10. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you are 20% emo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Childish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[ ] I am open to my parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[x] I sleep with a stuff toy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[x] I watch cartoons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[ ] I don't like watching horror movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[ ] I sleep with a night light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[ ] My parents are the ones who choose my outfit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[x] I'm scared of roller coasters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[x] I like being with my family relatives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[ ] I take bubble baths.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[ ] I've ran around the house in my underwear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;add up all your marks and multiply it by 10. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you are 40% childish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Popular&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[x] A lot of people adore me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[x] I hangout with the coolest crew at school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[ ] My parents are loaded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[ ] I get everything I want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[ ] I don't wear the same outfit twice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[ ] I always have the latest gadgets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[ ] I'm updated to the latest gossips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[x] I don't like people blocking my way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[x] I have a lot of friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[ ] A lot of people look to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;add up all your marks and multiply it by 10. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you are 40%  popular.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's from joey's blog which she took from esther's blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do it for fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745797985406643952-9206492764415080840?l=soundsandscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/feeds/9206492764415080840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745797985406643952&amp;postID=9206492764415080840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/9206492764415080840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/9206492764415080840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-feel-like-jumping-off-tallest.html' title=''/><author><name>Melodee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013805933155393246</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-4745797985406643952.post-7224211456482872665</id><published>2007-09-18T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T22:28:47.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what kind of life am i going to have in the future . i don't really care as of this moment . i just wanna get out there and have fun ! enjoy youth ! no matter how sad i get . one day i will smile =) . i will try my best to keep smiling . well as for my education . i'm getting really sick of it . i just wanna play music . i wanna compose songs . i wanna go for recording sessions at the studios . i wanna have an album . well its too much isn't it ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its no different here . whatever you're going through . i'm going through it too . cry . smile . go crazy . we will do it together . ok ? i'm always here if u need me . the first part of the post . to me its kinda redundant . OK! lets cut the story short . today after school went to play CS for one hour and off i went to meet Abu to go and send his lappy for repair . the problem is his hard disk(or is the hard drive . . well i have forgotten) inside has a problem and the only way to solve it is to replace it with a new one . after that Abu wanted to buy shoe . so we walk around Bugis and realise we were walking in circles . damn ! finally we come to a conclusion . Home is where we are suppose to be heading at that point so we were on our way home inside the pack train standing with me feeling like a junkie thats all .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745797985406643952-7224211456482872665?l=soundsandscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/feeds/7224211456482872665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745797985406643952&amp;postID=7224211456482872665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/7224211456482872665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/7224211456482872665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-kind-of-life-am-i-going-to-have-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Melodee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013805933155393246</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-4745797985406643952.post-5399248592263316429</id><published>2007-09-14T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T01:28:50.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i thought it was you . i thought i saw you . i was happy for like a few seconds . i couldn't believe my eyes . but i thought how can it be ? i felt sad looking at this girl who looks like you . she was walking beside a guy . its like i'm looking at you with another guy . she smiled at me when she pass by me . i felt even sadder . hoping that it was you . i'm still waiting .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745797985406643952-5399248592263316429?l=soundsandscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/feeds/5399248592263316429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745797985406643952&amp;postID=5399248592263316429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/5399248592263316429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/5399248592263316429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-thought-it-was-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Melodee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013805933155393246</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-4745797985406643952.post-5828084851054597941</id><published>2007-09-12T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T01:26:48.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life has change . everything is rushing . time moves even faster than it use to be . it feels like i'm trap in a glass box which has no time . and looking outside . seeing the world moves so fast . everyone busy with their lives . moving so fast . n levels are coming and i swear i have no mood for it . in fact i don't take it seriously . not to worry . believe it or not . tomorrow i'm off to study . well . this whole week i shall say that its redundant cos everyday we only have 3 different subjects at school which means 3 different lessons and after that its boom boom bang bang bye bye . with having time moving faster than it use to be . everyone get scared . i blog hop and i realise everyone is afraid that they will not do well for their end of year exams which to me is utter rubbish . TO ALL . don't worry you all will pass . you all are better than me in education wise so don't worry . i shall take my leave for now .    =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745797985406643952-5828084851054597941?l=soundsandscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/feeds/5828084851054597941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745797985406643952&amp;postID=5828084851054597941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/5828084851054597941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/5828084851054597941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/2007/09/life-has-change.html' title=''/><author><name>Melodee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013805933155393246</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-4745797985406643952.post-5552774682948903304</id><published>2007-09-07T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T16:12:05.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i still love you .</title><content type='html'>So hear this please&lt;br /&gt;And watch as your heart speeds up endlessly&lt;br /&gt;And look for the stars as the sun goes down&lt;br /&gt;Each breath that you take has a thunderous sound&lt;br /&gt;Everything, everything's magic&lt;br /&gt;Just sit back and hold on, but hold on tight&lt;br /&gt;Prepare for the best and the fastest ride&lt;br /&gt;And reach out your hand, and I'll make you mine&lt;br /&gt;Everything, everything's magic . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where are you ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745797985406643952-5552774682948903304?l=soundsandscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/feeds/5552774682948903304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745797985406643952&amp;postID=5552774682948903304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/5552774682948903304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/5552774682948903304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-still-love-you.html' title='i still love you .'/><author><name>Melodee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013805933155393246</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-4745797985406643952.post-3388612857393143375</id><published>2007-08-31T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T22:57:53.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i will .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8g_Wk4KxtsM/Rtgr_ctLzBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/57IUMd45VYs/s1600-h/Karolina3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8g_Wk4KxtsM/Rtgr_ctLzBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/57IUMd45VYs/s320/Karolina3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104878546661919762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8g_Wk4KxtsM/Rtgr_stLzCI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CdJ0M7-C5nA/s1600-h/Karolina4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8g_Wk4KxtsM/Rtgr_stLzCI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CdJ0M7-C5nA/s320/Karolina4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104878550956887074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                          give me time . i will be there forever .  all i need is your trust .&lt;br /&gt;                                                 wait for me please . i love you . Karolina .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745797985406643952-3388612857393143375?l=soundsandscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/feeds/3388612857393143375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745797985406643952&amp;postID=3388612857393143375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/3388612857393143375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/3388612857393143375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-will.html' title='i will .'/><author><name>Melodee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013805933155393246</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://bp2.blogger.com/_8g_Wk4KxtsM/Rtgr_ctLzBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/57IUMd45VYs/s72-c/Karolina3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745797985406643952.post-7888649875402553767</id><published>2007-08-18T02:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T02:09:53.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8g_Wk4KxtsM/RsXjqstLzAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/qy4aUX0tL1U/s1600-h/helmlinae+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8g_Wk4KxtsM/RsXjqstLzAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/qy4aUX0tL1U/s320/helmlinae+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099732475761642498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks ziyaad for combining the picture . i sent this to her . i wonder what she'll think of it . hope she'll like it . i really miss her . Karolina is the sweetest girl i have ever met in my whole life . i hope things will get better . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745797985406643952-7888649875402553767?l=soundsandscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/feeds/7888649875402553767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745797985406643952&amp;postID=7888649875402553767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/7888649875402553767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/7888649875402553767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/2007/08/sweet.html' title='sweet .'/><author><name>Melodee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013805933155393246</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://bp0.blogger.com/_8g_Wk4KxtsM/RsXjqstLzAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/qy4aUX0tL1U/s72-c/helmlinae+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745797985406643952.post-4831971853077985501</id><published>2007-08-16T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T23:59:00.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love you always .</title><content type='html'>i'm happy with the way things are going now and i really hope things will get better . you're the sweetest person i have ever known my whole life . i really miss you today but hopefully tomorrow we will talk again like yesterday . i think of you every single moment of my life . you mean alot to me . we are worlds apart . i can't promise you this but one day if i have the chance . i will be there .&lt;br /&gt;i love you . HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOEY ! MAY YOU BE BLESSED WITH EVERYTHING GOOD IN THIS LIFE .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745797985406643952-4831971853077985501?l=soundsandscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/feeds/4831971853077985501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745797985406643952&amp;postID=4831971853077985501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/4831971853077985501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/4831971853077985501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-love-you-always.html' title='i love you always .'/><author><name>Melodee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013805933155393246</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-4745797985406643952.post-1066493257532096709</id><published>2007-08-09T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T23:09:59.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>national day .</title><content type='html'>when it's suppose to be special . .&lt;br /&gt;when everyone had fun when you didn't . .&lt;br /&gt;when the fireworks conquered the sky . .&lt;br /&gt;when you wished she was there beside you when she wasn't . .&lt;br /&gt;when everyone sang when you cried . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745797985406643952-1066493257532096709?l=soundsandscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/feeds/1066493257532096709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745797985406643952&amp;postID=1066493257532096709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/1066493257532096709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/1066493257532096709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/2007/08/national-day.html' title='national day .'/><author><name>Melodee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013805933155393246</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-4745797985406643952.post-6794630250871528385</id><published>2007-08-08T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T19:03:19.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a hopeless case</title><content type='html'>when a small box was opened and it's not the popping clown anymore . .&lt;br /&gt;when the gift you received was the very source of the war . .&lt;br /&gt;when a little is enough . .&lt;br /&gt;when a good day turns out bad . .&lt;br /&gt;when it hurts . .&lt;br /&gt;when you realise everything you did was in vain . .&lt;br /&gt;when you keep so much hope for yourself for the first time and it turns out bad . .&lt;div 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case'/><author><name>Melodee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013805933155393246</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-4745797985406643952.post-3567549653592220831</id><published>2007-08-06T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T22:54:56.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=) or =( ?</title><content type='html'>when you love someone but it goes to waste . . when you feel that she is the one but she's actually not . . when that 3 words can no longer be trusted . . when everything goes exactly the way you don't want them to . . when you feel that everything is ok when its not . . when you were thinking about her but she's thinking about someone else . . when everything seems impossible . . when there's no other way . . when she walk away without turning back to look at you . . when love is no longer felt . . when things ends . . when there is no more love . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745797985406643952-3567549653592220831?l=soundsandscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/feeds/3567549653592220831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745797985406643952&amp;postID=3567549653592220831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/3567549653592220831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/3567549653592220831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/2007/08/or.html' title='=) or =( ?'/><author><name>Melodee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013805933155393246</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-4745797985406643952.post-3035229083419766677</id><published>2007-08-06T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T02:29:52.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do you ?</title><content type='html'>do you believe that everything happens for a reason ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when you close your eyes . . . do you see the future ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you could escape from your past . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you be ready for the next adventure ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745797985406643952-3035229083419766677?l=soundsandscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/feeds/3035229083419766677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745797985406643952&amp;postID=3035229083419766677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/3035229083419766677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/3035229083419766677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/2007/08/do-you.html' title='do you ?'/><author><name>Melodee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013805933155393246</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-4745797985406643952.post-6803033222159853490</id><published>2007-08-02T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T00:16:29.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a million thoughts .</title><content type='html'>when everything feels so damn far away when u realise its just beside you . when you shouted for help and noone came to help you . when you were on the edge of darkness falling into the great path of magnificence . when the rhythms were composed by one man and heard by a million . when a storm is coming but noone turn back to run . when the dragons stop breathing fire . when she holds your hand and look into your eyes . when the birds start chirping sad songs . when the killer tomatoes starts being friendly . when the King dies for honor . when the warrior died for freedom . when the troops start running . when the bombs start exploding . when love is no longer true . when she looks at you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                     some are beautiful, some are not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745797985406643952-6803033222159853490?l=soundsandscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/feeds/6803033222159853490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745797985406643952&amp;postID=6803033222159853490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/6803033222159853490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/6803033222159853490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/2007/08/million-thoughts.html' title='a million thoughts .'/><author><name>Melodee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013805933155393246</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-4745797985406643952.post-6518409136391551885</id><published>2007-07-29T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T22:16:53.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally . .</title><content type='html'>finally after a few months . . i finally manages to compose a song . .  not fully composed yet . just figured out the intro and verse . chorus and bridge and end still not figured out yet . see how things goes . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;genre : bossanova&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's been good . . everything is ok now . . but just one thing . . i'm confused . . and i'm SERIOUSLY CONFUSED .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks everyone who was there when i'm down . . a BIG THANK YOU to you all . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745797985406643952-6518409136391551885?l=soundsandscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/feeds/6518409136391551885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745797985406643952&amp;postID=6518409136391551885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/6518409136391551885'/><link rel='self' 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everyone is trying to get as far away from it as possible . . things are bad . . really bad . .  i don't think i can smile anymore . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                     Con Te Partiro ?&lt;br /&gt;                                                               Time To Say Goodbye ?&lt;br /&gt;                                                         I Hope Not . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745797985406643952-2737389134578108733?l=soundsandscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/feeds/2737389134578108733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745797985406643952&amp;postID=2737389134578108733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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anymore&lt;br /&gt;it's like we're back to being strangers&lt;br /&gt;i feel so sad now that we're back like this&lt;br /&gt;you may not be thinking of it the way i think of it&lt;br /&gt;but i feel that we are drifting away .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745797985406643952-6000363591782838701?l=soundsandscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/feeds/6000363591782838701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745797985406643952&amp;postID=6000363591782838701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/6000363591782838701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/6000363591782838701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-happen.html' title='what happen ?'/><author><name>Melodee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013805933155393246</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-4745797985406643952.post-9095933395173597467</id><published>2007-07-17T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T21:50:35.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>perfection .</title><content type='html'>art is wonderful . masterpieces are formed . well painted by the tip of the brush . the sound of the paint being brush on a dry canvas . it is a totally different thing when it comes to understanding art . it is not how beautiful your masterpiece is . . its about how manipulative you can be to make it beautiful . . and its hard . but some has achieved perfection . to draw leaves . you have to imagine leaves being blown away . and the rustling of leaves which made contact on the hard floor . the wind blowing thru your hair . the sound of settling . you have to imagine it that way then you can manipulate it in such a way that you cn make your art piece beautiful . thats art .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745797985406643952-9095933395173597467?l=soundsandscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/feeds/9095933395173597467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745797985406643952&amp;postID=9095933395173597467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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Band has a concert .&lt;br /&gt;a concert that is to give us confidence and also makes us believe in ourselves .&lt;br /&gt;it was a memorable one . all of us were so damn happy . some were nervous . some were scared&lt;br /&gt;that they might screw up . but most of us were looking forward to it . it was a concert to keep everyone's spirits up . i'm proud to see my section made a come back on the actual thing . it was wonderful . everyone had a good time . it was beautiful . after concert went to mac and had a good time talking to juniors and alumnis . it's been a while since the whole band went to mac and hang out . today is a day that i will always remember . all the music we play . all the laughter we share . it ends up as a beautiful day . but happy thing comes to an end . . Joey . i kept my promise . i wore the eyepatch !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745797985406643952-1187406306973341799?l=soundsandscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/feeds/1187406306973341799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745797985406643952&amp;postID=1187406306973341799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/1187406306973341799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/1187406306973341799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/2007/07/it-just-ends.html' title='it just ends .'/><author><name>Melodee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013805933155393246</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-4745797985406643952.post-8714605425610370674</id><published>2007-07-10T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T19:58:46.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy ? i don't think so . .</title><content type='html'>i never thought that it 's true . i always thought that it was just a white lie .&lt;br /&gt;found out that it was true . things will never go the way i want it to be .&lt;br /&gt;life is already miserable . everything has become very meaningless at this point .&lt;br /&gt;with or without you . it doesn't feel right anymore .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this picture was not taken today . it was taken a long time ago .&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly feel that this picture is beautiful .&lt;br /&gt;N level oral was easy . today was a boring day .&lt;br /&gt;things are still not going the way i want them too .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745797985406643952-1061682034838736599?l=soundsandscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/feeds/1061682034838736599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745797985406643952&amp;postID=1061682034838736599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/1061682034838736599'/><link rel='self' 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feeling better each day . . but deep inside me i know i'm not . i know that one of these days i will feel even worst .&lt;br /&gt;any of you people have watch 300 ?&lt;br /&gt;it's the best movie i have ever watch in my whole entire life !&lt;br /&gt;it really shows how far a man can go just because he do not want to&lt;br /&gt;kneel down to a so called ' God King '&lt;br /&gt;300 against a million . they know it's a losing battle and they know&lt;br /&gt;all 300 of them will die .&lt;br /&gt;at the ending part of the movie . it really makes me feel sad .&lt;br /&gt;because of the speech given right before they charge to victory .&lt;br /&gt;it is the saddest part of the movie . some of you might think that its not .&lt;br /&gt;but it really is to me .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745797985406643952-7630184375417205112?l=soundsandscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745797985406643952.post-2648927949420881910</id><published>2007-07-05T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T01:00:55.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the government is lying . .</title><content type='html'>life is miserable . . life has a way of coming back at you . they jsut simply let you have all the good times and simply ruins it with a simple bad outcome . i don't really know what i'm typing but i just hope you people who read this understand what i'm trying to say . with the earth getting hotter and hotter day by day . i don't really see a change in people . green bags are all over the market now and people just keep using plastic bags . and its because of these plastic bags . which they burn causing air pollution and by causing air pollution . we are actually thickening the earth's atmosphere . and by thickening it . we are actually trapping the outgoing infrared radiation . and so . we are trapping more &amp; more of these infrared radiation and the earth is heating up because of this .&lt;br /&gt;      aliens are proven to exist . even though the US government is saying that there is no such thing as aliens . they are trying to not make people panic . obviously the government is lying . aliens are out there . we are not alone in this universe . they are out there and we know it . their technology is far more advance and better than what we have . sorry i have nothing to type about . so i type about aliens .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745797985406643952-2648927949420881910?l=soundsandscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/feeds/2648927949420881910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745797985406643952.post-4577834045543817666</id><published>2007-07-03T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T00:06:36.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>down down down . .</title><content type='html'>today was a good day . when something came up and it was really disappointing and i was really down . i was down the whole day . i kept it in myself . things are not going the way i want it too . i don't know why . i feel so sad . i don't know what to do . i hate studying . i hate school . i love my friends . i just wanna quit school but if i do that . i won't get to see my friends . till here . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745797985406643952-4577834045543817666?l=soundsandscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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music . . they would rather have me waste money to go watch movie or play games . . go out and hang out . rather than me playing music . . that is simply stupid . . they rather have me go out and do something stupid than me actually playing music . . they simply hate the fact that i'm into music . . well they sucks . . BIG TIME !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745797985406643952-2052479329224216721?l=soundsandscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/feeds/2052479329224216721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745797985406643952&amp;postID=2052479329224216721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/2052479329224216721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/2052479329224216721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/2007/06/typicality.html' title='typicality . 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already left for fishing . . they haven't so i quickly make my way home so i could go with them . . reached home change clothes and straight away leave house . . had fun fishing . . caught alot of fish . .  then went home . . hours of fun quickly change to tiredness . . fatigue . . enjoyed myself today . . had fun . . sorry for not posting for the past few days . . was so damn lazy to post anything . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745797985406643952-8688445089540980237?l=soundsandscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/feeds/8688445089540980237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745797985406643952&amp;postID=8688445089540980237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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just don't seem to care . . like for instance . . there's this old lady who sells tissue . . right at the escalator at jurong interchange . .everytime i see her . .  i will buy tissue from her . . just one dollar and you get 3 packets of tissue . . some people ignores her. . i don't understand why . . can't you just spare a dollar for her . . i feel sad for her . . people just simply don't care . . well enough of this people . . make me feel sick . .&lt;br /&gt;ok . . everytime i walk . . or take a bus . . i will look at things . . i will look at people and see their behaviour . see how they walk . . i will look at the cars passing through . . the world just continue their lives and just forget about the things happening around them . . i always wonder how it feels like if i can feel what others feel . . like some sort of ability . . i can feel what others are feeling . . it might be painful . . it might be great . . all my life ever since i was a small kid . . i always wonder what it feels like . .&lt;br /&gt;every now and then . . i try to compose songs . . i keep failing . . i might have found chords which are so beautiful but i just can't find another chord to go along with it . . to me . . to compose a song . . the process of which you have to go through to compose a beautiful song . . really needs alot of hardwork . . i listen to many types of music . . psychedelic . . post-punk . . punk rock . . punk . . experimental . . soundscape . . orchestral . . indie . . alternative . . rock . . heavy rock . . modern rock . . and these people whom i listen to . . they can compose music in many different styles . . well . . i've been trying hard to compose another one of my own . . its hard . . music has always been part of my life . . i know i can compose one song . . but all i need is creativity and i don't think i have it . . i think i need to lock myself in a room with filled with a guitar . drumset and a piano . . for like a few days . . i think i can come up with one song . . but . . why go through all those stuff when u can just compose one peacefully . .well i obviously need help . . sorry for this crap blog . . i was just doing alot of thinking right at this very moment while i was typing this whole thing . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745797985406643952-2197879034520533092?l=soundsandscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/feeds/2197879034520533092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745797985406643952&amp;postID=2197879034520533092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/2197879034520533092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/2197879034520533092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/2007/06/songs-to-live-and-die-by.html' title='Songs to live and die by . .'/><author><name>Melodee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013805933155393246</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-4745797985406643952.post-2186393149698197000</id><published>2007-06-18T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T00:17:52.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With Or Without You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U2 - With Or Without You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;today and yesterday is boring i don't have much to say . . all i want to say is . . i'm just afraid that things aren't gonna go the way i want them to . . &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745797985406643952-2186393149698197000?l=soundsandscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/feeds/2186393149698197000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745797985406643952&amp;postID=2186393149698197000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/2186393149698197000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/2186393149698197000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/2007/06/with-or-without-you.html' title='With Or Without You'/><author><name>Melodee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013805933155393246</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-4745797985406643952.post-4557937489058984540</id><published>2007-06-15T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T17:17:27.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Travis - Closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DMB BBQ . had a good time . well in the morning i went to ben wu's house to take all the stuff for the bbq and then go jurong and meet the rest and go . well we reached there and quickly settle down . quickly organize stuff and quickly rent bikes ! well . it was fun . after renting bkes we went back to the pit to took a rest but abu asked me if i want to cycle all the way till the end ad i said ok ah . so me and abu make our way and later on found out yuan chuan was on our tail . so the three of us head for the end . and later on suddenly alfiyan came out of nowhere so now, theres 4 of us . well we cycle all the way till the end and found a NTUC Fairprice trolley . well my idea was to take the trolley back to our pit so that it will be easier for us when we go home . so we cycle all thew ay back to our pit with the trolley in abu and alfiyan's hands . well very soon . it was evening and people start to eat alot . we played soccer . frisbie (i've forgotten how to spell it) . and catching . it was fun . then while i was just hanging out with the usual people and making jokes and laugh . my mum called and told me that she wanted to pick me up . well i didn't want to go home as all my friends were there . so i told her i want to stay overnight and she said ok . so after sending my parents off . i quickly make my way back to the pit and there was only justin . abu . isaac . bojian . ziyaad . ben wu . alfiyan and aidil .so all of us hung out and sang songs which obviously made our pit the noisiest one . abu . aidil . bojian and ben wu decided that they want to sleep so left me . isaac . justin and alfiyan still up and awake and trying to entertain ourselves so . we just sit down and talk about ghost stories and aliens . . kinda stupid but it was fun . then soon it was dawn so we woke them up and make our way home . but then while walking to the bus stop . we decided to go home take a bath and make our way to school to help huldah and the rest of the sec 3s to paint the bannr . i went home and took a bath and go went to school . it was kinda tiring but i can take it . well i wanna apologize to Huldah and friends who were there doing the banner for i did nothing  to help . i'm sorry . well after prayers me . alfiyan and ziyaad meet up with dayna at mac and just talk . . well overall i think i had a good time . Thanks Everyone !&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745797985406643952-4557937489058984540?l=soundsandscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/feeds/4557937489058984540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745797985406643952&amp;postID=4557937489058984540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/4557937489058984540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/4557937489058984540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/2007/06/closer.html' title='Closer'/><author><name>Melodee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013805933155393246</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-4745797985406643952.post-349858697335672746</id><published>2007-06-13T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T19:44:08.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Morning And Amazing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Circa Survive - In The Morning And Amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;         Just feel like blogging early today . yesterday was boring so i didn't blog . today is in fact boring too . been trying to compose songs but nothing is produced at the end of the day . i wonder how those artists like Timbaland .  Nada Surf .  Trespassers William get their ideas for sngs like hip-hop . psychedelic and alternative genres . their music is so beautiful and very well composed . need to try harder then .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E.E Cummings once wrote, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To be nobody but yourself and the world which is doing its best night and day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to make you everybody else . . needs to fight which any human being can fight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and never stop fighting . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745797985406643952-349858697335672746?l=soundsandscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/feeds/349858697335672746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745797985406643952&amp;postID=349858697335672746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/349858697335672746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/349858697335672746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/2007/06/in-morning-and-amazing.html' title='In The Morning And Amazing'/><author><name>Melodee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013805933155393246</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-4745797985406643952.post-303363868319352630</id><published>2007-06-12T00:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T00:28:48.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daisychains</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Youth Group - Daisychains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;today me . abu . isaac . joey . ziyaad ben wu &amp; zulkifli went to IMM . to go and check the prices for the stuffs for the bbq . well walk around Giant and look for stuff . just walking around and checking all the prices . went to mac to eat . while walking around we met farhani and pei shi . its just a normal day la .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dr.Martin Luther King, Jr once wrote, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                     &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                       &lt;br /&gt;                                          Intelligence plus character -&lt;br /&gt;                                       that is the goal of true education.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745797985406643952-303363868319352630?l=soundsandscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/feeds/303363868319352630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745797985406643952&amp;postID=303363868319352630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/303363868319352630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/303363868319352630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/2007/06/daisychains.html' title='Daisychains'/><author><name>Melodee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013805933155393246</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-4745797985406643952.post-106403842431258440</id><published>2007-06-09T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T23:47:33.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Cigarette</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ed Harcourt - The Last Cigarette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    let me tell you about what happen today . . there was a concert and i was trying to get alot of people to go and in the end only ziyaad me and dayna can make it . but last minute only left me and dayna so i met her at jurong and quickly too kthe train to bugis as the concert was at NAFA . once we reach Bugis we lookedat the map to find the way there . once we knew how to walk there we quickly make our move there . well we were walking and we came across this dumpling festival and there was alot of dumpling shop . well isn't is the dumpling festival . then we walk on and came across this BIG Chinese temple . she told me about her grandmother who always came here and pray . well thats good ! keep on praying !! . then we walk and finally reach NAFA . well the concert was ok . as it was time for us to go home . we walk to same way and she called her dad whether he could pick her up . he told her to go jurong and he will fech her there . so we walk the same way we came and dayna told me about the legend behind this dumpling festival . it was kinda stupid but its still a legend . took the train home . we reached jurong and there was this guy who gave us a short survey about some stupid thing . so i end my post here .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dayna . if you're seeing this . Thanks for going to the concert with me . well it was a beautiful night isn't it . ? haha . .&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745797985406643952-106403842431258440?l=soundsandscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/feeds/106403842431258440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745797985406643952&amp;postID=106403842431258440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/106403842431258440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/106403842431258440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/2007/06/last-cigarette.html' title='The Last Cigarette'/><author><name>Melodee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013805933155393246</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-4745797985406643952.post-6362095923330631524</id><published>2007-06-09T04:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T04:47:50.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasted Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Highwater Rising - Wasted Days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                           &lt;/span&gt;  today's band practice was normal but still every band practice is good . . we played sounds from the 60s . chorale and jubiloso and pirates of the caribbean . all 3 wonderful songs . and next week there won't be any band practice cos only God knows why there aren't any . well 1 week of no band practice is stupid especially when we have a concert coming up on the july 14 . but nevermind . after band went to mac and eat and slept at mac . was so damn tired because i didn't sleep the night before . after mac they all decided to go to the AXS machine to do dome bbq pit stuff . i don't know any of those stuff so i decided to went home alone .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charles Bukowski once wrote,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                There will always be something to ruin our lives . .&lt;br /&gt;                                It all depends on what or which fins us first . .&lt;br /&gt;                                You're always ripe and ready to be taken . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745797985406643952-6362095923330631524?l=soundsandscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/feeds/6362095923330631524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745797985406643952&amp;postID=6362095923330631524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/6362095923330631524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/6362095923330631524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/2007/06/wasted-days.html' title='Wasted Days'/><author><name>Melodee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013805933155393246</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-4745797985406643952.post-4926083034035735047</id><published>2007-06-08T04:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T04:14:09.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irrelevant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Matthew Ryan - Irrelevant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;today was just a normal day . woke up quite late as i sleep very late . stayed home the whole day . i've been thinking alot . and i have decided that i want to make music as my career . i know its kinda early to mkae this decision but hell, who cares  . for a start . music is everything to me . its the only thing i have .&lt;br /&gt;                 music to me is . a thing that gives you a sensation . a feeling that is so pure . so strong . at the part where the music is at its climax . it makes your hair stands . gives you a sensation . a feeling that you will remember for the rest of your life . music is all i have . i want it to be the GREAT part of the chapter in my life . had a good time playing gunbound today .&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen King once wrote,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                             Time takes it all . . whether you want it to or not . .&lt;br /&gt;                       Time takes it all . .  Time buries it away . . and in the end . .&lt;br /&gt;                                       there is only darkness . .&lt;br /&gt;                                 Sometimes we find others in that darkness . .&lt;br /&gt;                                              and sometimes we lose them there again . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745797985406643952-4926083034035735047?l=soundsandscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/feeds/4926083034035735047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745797985406643952&amp;postID=4926083034035735047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/4926083034035735047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/4926083034035735047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/2007/06/irrelevant.html' title='Irrelevant'/><author><name>Melodee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013805933155393246</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-4745797985406643952.post-5765298957642730102</id><published>2007-06-07T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T01:00:49.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>late night partner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ed Harcourt - Late Night Partner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;today was kinda interesting . . i played timpani for Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon . . very nice song and the timpani part was very very easy . . i was enjoying every single part of it . . really nice song . . well after band went to mac to eat . . was laughing alot . . and justin thanks for the sauce . . after that went home . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nathaniel Hawthorne once wrote,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                         No man for any inconsiderable period, can wear one face to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                himself and another to the multitude without finally getting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                      bewildered as to which maybe the truth . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745797985406643952-5765298957642730102?l=soundsandscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/feeds/5765298957642730102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745797985406643952&amp;postID=5765298957642730102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/5765298957642730102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/5765298957642730102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/2007/06/late-night-partner.html' title='late night partner'/><author><name>Melodee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013805933155393246</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-4745797985406643952.post-2933038933244817963</id><published>2007-06-06T05:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T05:28:53.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matching Weight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Trespassers William - Matching Weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   just another day spent at home . . i woke up at around 5 plus in the afternoon . slept at around 5 plus in the morning the night before . . kinda having a bad headache but nevermind . . had religious class today . . on the way home, i came upon this very cute cat . at the void deck . . i'm talking about the cat because  people usually don't care about cats so this post goes out to all the cats out there . no matter where they are or what they are doing . . i just adore cats . cute animals . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T.H. White once said,&lt;br /&gt;                                          perhaps we give the best of our hearts uncritically,&lt;br /&gt;                                   to those who hardly think about us in return . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745797985406643952-2933038933244817963?l=soundsandscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/feeds/2933038933244817963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745797985406643952&amp;postID=2933038933244817963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/2933038933244817963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/2933038933244817963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/2007/06/matching-weight.html' title='Matching Weight'/><author><name>Melodee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013805933155393246</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-4745797985406643952.post-7594418576176094354</id><published>2007-06-04T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T21:42:26.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smile like you mean it .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Killers - Smile Like You Mean It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;beautiful song . i love it . today went for band . just like any normal day . only thing different was that i did alot of thinking today . i don't know why . . just like last friday . i dont feel like talking alot at mac again . i did talk but to me i didn't talk much . well life has been different now . sometimes i wonder if anything is absolute anymore . . is there still right and wrong . . good and bad . . truth and lies . . why is everything negotiable . . ? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745797985406643952-7594418576176094354?l=soundsandscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/feeds/7594418576176094354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745797985406643952&amp;postID=7594418576176094354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/7594418576176094354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/7594418576176094354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/2007/06/smile-like-you-mean-it.html' title='smile like you mean it .'/><author><name>Melodee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013805933155393246</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-4745797985406643952.post-3090073476340532753</id><published>2007-06-03T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T02:08:04.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there are doors . .</title><content type='html'>today is not a good day . i don't want to talk about it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;William Blake once wrote,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;there are things that are known and things that are unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   and in between . . there are doors . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745797985406643952-3090073476340532753?l=soundsandscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/feeds/3090073476340532753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745797985406643952&amp;postID=3090073476340532753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/3090073476340532753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/3090073476340532753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/2007/06/there-are-doors.html' title='there are doors . .'/><author><name>Melodee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013805933155393246</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-4745797985406643952.post-4733402125642543303</id><published>2007-06-02T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T01:02:49.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>well .</title><content type='html'>well . .&lt;br /&gt; today : went to school in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;went for band . while the band was doing footdrills, me isaac halimwent to stff room to help ziyaad with the tickets . isaac was cutting the tickets and halim was chopping them with the school stamp . (anyhow ah) when their DnT teacher came in and ask them to go for DnT and i was left alone to cut the rest of the tickets . . well thanks to Li Fang and Finna . they helped me chop the tickets . . Thanks so much . and well after getting sick of the tickets i decided to leave the staff room for the music room . . went in and realised that BREAK is over . so just sit down at the drumset and play songs which Mr Yeo wants to go through . after band we went  for prayers and then went to mac to meet up with isaac, nicholas, rui zhong, and forbes . well after eating and going into junkie mode at mac . i decided to go home . took a nap and bathe and went my grandma's house to send her off at the airport . she's going for pilgrimage . i was at the airport with my whole family waiting for them to go off . . well she will be back on the 15th . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey Tham  if you're seeing this . . KEEP POSTING MORE !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745797985406643952-4733402125642543303?l=soundsandscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/feeds/4733402125642543303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745797985406643952&amp;postID=4733402125642543303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/4733402125642543303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/4733402125642543303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/2007/06/well.html' title='well .'/><author><name>Melodee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013805933155393246</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-4745797985406643952.post-5619126878570808666</id><published>2007-05-31T23:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T23:24:19.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Blog</title><content type='html'>Firstly , welcome to my new blog ! i want to thank 2 people that help me with this blog . .&lt;br /&gt;1) Katrina&lt;br /&gt;2)Isaac&lt;br /&gt;Thanks So Much .&lt;br /&gt;Simple Blog . i will try my best to post daily .&lt;br /&gt;Once again . . Welcome . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745797985406643952-5619126878570808666?l=soundsandscape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/feeds/5619126878570808666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745797985406643952&amp;postID=5619126878570808666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/5619126878570808666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745797985406643952/posts/default/5619126878570808666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsandscape.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-new-blog.html' title='My New Blog'/><author><name>Melodee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16013805933155393246</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>
