<?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-6755677356079953964</id><updated>2012-02-17T01:49:20.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The creator of despair and darkness</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755677356079953964.post-165256166061151046</id><published>2011-12-31T12:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T13:09:32.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day. 100</title><content type='html'>So it's the end of 2011 today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a "historic" moment for my blog as this is the 100th post. It's been long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The U.S trip was...not as fun as I would expect but oh well, guess I'm not suited for travelling about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas period was fun but the day itself was not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For someone who pretty much rebooted at the start of this year, I guess I cant ask for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodluck to everyone and me in 2012.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-165256166061151046?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/165256166061151046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=165256166061151046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/165256166061151046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/165256166061151046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2011/12/last-day-100.html' title='Last day. 100'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-7945765075920038593</id><published>2011-11-23T14:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T09:06:18.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost a milestone.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday had fun at jw's house celebrating meiyu's birthday, with cheesecakes and mahjong (weird combi eh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain has been on for a few long weeks now, pretty cooling, but cant really go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the holidays hit, I feel relaxed like everyone else. Maybe just too relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I say this post was almost milestone? I am just 1 more post away from reaching the 100th. Pretty interesting to see something so old to go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No ideas lately to start writing, but I was pretty satisfied with my part of writing the script for xueyi. Hope xueyi can really go on as planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished a new book titled "The darkroom of Damocles" by W.F Hermans. It's translated from Dutch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll like to share a poem here by Tomas Transtromer (Nobel Prize for Literature 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prelude&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waking up is a parachute jump from dreams.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Free of the suffocating turbulence the traveller&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sinks towards the green zone of the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Things flare up. From the viewpoint of the quivering lark&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he is aware of the huge root systems of the trees, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;their swaying underground lamps. But aboveground&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there's greenery - a tropical flood of it - with &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lifted arms, listening &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to the beat of an invisible pump.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;And he&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sinks towards summer, is lowered&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in it’s dazzling crater, down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;through shafts of green damp ages&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;trembling under the sun’s turbine. Then it’s checked,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this straight-down journey through the moment, and the wings spread&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to the osprey’s repose above rushing waters.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Bronze-Age trumpet’s&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;outlawed note&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hovers above the bottomless depths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In day’s first hours consciousness can grasp the world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as the hand grips a sun-warmed stone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The traveller is standing under a tree. After&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the crash through death’s turbulence, shall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a great light unfold above his head?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Translated by Robin Fulton)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to wake up someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-7945765075920038593?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/7945765075920038593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=7945765075920038593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/7945765075920038593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/7945765075920038593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2011/11/almost-milestone.html' title='Almost a milestone.'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-867246682774083731</id><published>2011-10-18T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T00:13:22.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Float.</title><content type='html'>Been rather busy with PW , so much work to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting to plan for Xmas stuff too. Hope I can make a nice present though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling rather okay these days, no deep areas....for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One must admit that people are busy too. No time for deeper chats, just asking for the sake of asking sometimes. Cant really strike up a conversation with them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally finished Kafka on the Shore by Murakami. Quite touching and intriguing, but a little draggy at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the U.S is snowing already, should be quite cold. But I am more concerned about U.K weather since she is going soon....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-867246682774083731?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/867246682774083731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=867246682774083731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/867246682774083731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/867246682774083731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2011/10/float.html' title='Float.'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-358466147846523407</id><published>2011-09-29T20:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T20:58:23.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The after-storm</title><content type='html'>Been through the promos, been through the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks as though I became one of them, waiting for results, waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we have to start again so soon after a long worn-out period, when we are always waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I do not really agree with what some expect of males. Especially those who think males should be of a certain mould, a certain build.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know males have their responsibility, but they are not machines either. Macho, gungho, dare to speak up, pride. It seems all too barbaric to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are actually so many grey areas that in order to feel part of something,we divide into black and white, hoping to be part of something special. We are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;待歇息，收拾旧残局。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-358466147846523407?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/358466147846523407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=358466147846523407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/358466147846523407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/358466147846523407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2011/09/after-storm.html' title='The after-storm'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-5478777518024926113</id><published>2011-08-29T00:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T00:33:47.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abuse.</title><content type='html'>It is at this time of the day that I frolick in the bottomless despair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to say sorry to those whom I have shown the other side. Yes you. If you think you are the one. If you ever read this post. I know I have been mentally and emotionally abusing and using you,as a pillar. In my waves I hope you stay strong. I have no intention to destroy you, for your existence is crucial to mine. Please don't feel offended. I speak my mind, only to you and you people. If you guys shut away, then probably I would explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been drifting away from those that seem close to me. Because of my intervention,my utter disgust at them and myself for feeling that way. WHY DO YOU GUYS CONTINUE PISS ME OFF. WHY PRECISELY YOU GUYS.&lt;br /&gt;I need a distance so that I can get rid of nausea. It's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has been drifting away too. Saw her having a new "brother". This jealously, this uncertainty irks me. I know I think too much but I can't help thinking that way. But rest assured that the problem is mine and mine alone. I can't even know what's she feeling right now, whether she's facing any problems, let alone be with her and care for her. She probably doesn't remember of my existence, for I am too small,insignificant with her towering presence. The greater she seems, it dawned on me that I have to go the other way. Be minute,wallow in absurdity, and pray that opposites really attract. For now it's one sided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's coming, the promos. Like a wave that will sweep over me. I do not know of the voracity of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence. It's called mental stroke. Stroke of the mental mind, not a physical brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-5478777518024926113?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/5478777518024926113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=5478777518024926113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/5478777518024926113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/5478777518024926113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2011/08/abuse.html' title='Abuse.'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-3452406844633889142</id><published>2011-08-02T22:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T23:00:45.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unbearable Weakness of Being</title><content type='html'>It's August already. And I am still feeling worse by the minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has become so unbearable for me....that I weep in silence every night and day/without the tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am experiencing Weakness. Physically, mentally,whatever one can think of to describe, it will be irrepressibly linked back to "Weakness". I feel weak even thinking about this Weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel despair when the Weakness impedes me to achieving what I want. If only I could have some willpower. Darkness overwhelms me when the thought, the mere thought of the Weakness will bring me even more pain on my journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a speck of sand blown around in vast deserts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unforgivable, but can anyone please forgive me? Not just a mere plea, but a unwavering holler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I open my eyes to see Weakness impeding solutions for Weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicious cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the Weakness is the key for not ending my life of Weakness. Ironic. If I only had a little more willpower, I would end it swiftly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crushing Weakness, frail strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A reverse blackhole it seems. I just need something to go back in for me to end it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-3452406844633889142?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/3452406844633889142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=3452406844633889142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/3452406844633889142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/3452406844633889142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2011/08/unbearable-weakness-of-being.html' title='The Unbearable Weakness of Being'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-4066714819369752123</id><published>2011-07-09T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T23:24:13.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revelation 3.</title><content type='html'>It's her birthday today, so it's pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time chatting with her over sms for such a long period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thereotically speaking, I should feel very very happy, and I do,I felt happy. But it came a point in time, that I felt tired. Felt tired because I was constantly thinking of ways,of lines to talk with her. Every line was planned, because I didnt want things to screw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should worry for myself. The preparation I undergo to engage her in talks is one unifying force;I can concentrate. But when the real talk begins,the conversation drains me quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot for the time being,engage her on a deeper level of chats,so that's what drains me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodluck to her, and to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-4066714819369752123?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/4066714819369752123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=4066714819369752123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/4066714819369752123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/4066714819369752123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2011/07/revelation-3.html' title='Revelation 3.'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-5602017632901530837</id><published>2011-07-01T20:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T20:19:20.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revelation 2.</title><content type='html'>A little time to spend it here I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are over, and haven't been feeling much better(feels worse now perhaps).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna post something here that I read(and edited a little of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在我们那些美好的时光，曾有过的平衡被打乱了；而我，孤零零地在一只秤盘里，仿佛在往下沉；往下沉，因为你在远方。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been sinking in,sinking in so deeply, that I am starting to love the mud,the sand, the water. The feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-5602017632901530837?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/5602017632901530837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=5602017632901530837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/5602017632901530837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/5602017632901530837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2011/07/revelation-2.html' title='Revelation 2.'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-5641113912667068656</id><published>2011-06-13T13:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T14:07:00.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revelation 1.</title><content type='html'>Was actually back from china a few days ago, but didnt have the time and mood to make some post. Quite fun for the trip this time round, with mr ho and mdm jiang. Rode a camel ^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine asked me a question: whether a person has the capacity to fall in love with 2 persons at once. I said yes. Well I think we can certainly love more than 2 persons at once. Why not? Our parents already makes 2. Plus a whole lot of other family members. Wouldn't be surprising if we loved (as in attracted to) 2 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My relationship with a particular person started to get rather complicated. Was probably the only person whom I revealed the weak side of myself in the recent months. Not that I "fell in love" with her or something, but certainly could feel a weird attraction. Well, I will treat her as a close friend, maybe even as a little sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been reading "Kafka on the Shore" by Haruki Murakami and kafka's diaries and letters (chinese translation).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feelings really get to me. When one has so much thoughts swirling through the mind, but unable to fully pen it down in words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kafkaesque?&lt;br /&gt;Kafkaesque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long, till the next time. If there is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-5641113912667068656?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/5641113912667068656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=5641113912667068656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/5641113912667068656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/5641113912667068656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2011/06/back.html' title='Revelation 1.'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-3556606362090510650</id><published>2011-05-14T23:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T23:27:11.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>放手.</title><content type='html'>收藏在眼眸 常徘徊左右 愛猜到沒有&lt;br /&gt;愉快玩笑後 能全然退後 你開心就夠&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;這種感覺太親厚 講一千句也不夠&lt;br /&gt;假使講了你聽到後 或會走&lt;br /&gt;這種戀愛太罕有 不須真正擁有&lt;br /&gt;成全 衷心祝福然後 就放手&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;放手 放開所有 彼此更自由&lt;br /&gt;放手 其實我絕非愛得不夠&lt;br /&gt;放手 豁出所有 還有這個好友&lt;br /&gt;已經 已經足夠&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;遙遠是宇宙 靜靜在背後 去看守就夠&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;這種感覺太親厚 講一千句也不夠&lt;br /&gt;即使一剎有過衝動 挽你手&lt;br /&gt;這種戀愛太罕有 不須真正擁有&lt;br /&gt;成全 多捨不得仍然 是放手&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;放手 放開所有 彼此更自由&lt;br /&gt;放手 其實我絕非愛得不夠&lt;br /&gt;放手 豁出所有 還有這個好友&lt;br /&gt;已經 已經足夠&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;放手 我的牽掛 找不到盡頭&lt;br /&gt;放手 期望你幸福甚麼都有&lt;br /&gt;也許 愛很深厚 然而我早看得透&lt;br /&gt;放手 至可擁有&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-3556606362090510650?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/3556606362090510650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=3556606362090510650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/3556606362090510650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/3556606362090510650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title='放手.'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-9001411128216365465</id><published>2011-05-12T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T04:27:28.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The squeeze</title><content type='html'>And so my bio test was done today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been really busy these few weeks, practising for SYF,chionging PI,doing csc essays,revising for tests....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw her yesterday at some event. A little weird feeling yesterday, I was pretty much spending a lot of time trying to avoid her. But I wanted to talk to her too. A little regret and feeling down now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulled myself out of the mess I was in for my studies last year,everything seems more fine now. Pretty much because I had mugger classmates too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be going to china again in the june hols. Not looking forward to it,really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still a slave of my own passions. Cannot get out of this vicious cycle. Wanted to break down in tears in front of my friends. They always dry up before being seen. Fortunately or unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got lost in the sounds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hear in my mind&lt;br /&gt;All of these voices&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hear in my mind&lt;br /&gt;All of these words&lt;br /&gt;I hear in my mind&lt;br /&gt;All of these music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;It breaks my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-9001411128216365465?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/9001411128216365465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=9001411128216365465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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align="left"&gt;藏在没人知的角落&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;又是我痛得想狂吼&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;有时也有脆弱的时候&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;我的心有一个缺口&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;从不轻易向人透露&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;只有在月圆的时候&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;才让不羁的情绪出走&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;我以为没人能把我看透&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;却逃不过你锐利的眼眸&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;我不想让你看穿我的忧愁&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;我不能让你触动我的伤口 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;我真的想逃走&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;你的眼神却紧紧相扣&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;我的心在颤抖&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;你在步步追踪&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;我从黑夜逃到白昼&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;就在月圆的时候&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;你把我逼上高楼&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;投降在你设下的阴谋&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;逼我做个生死搏斗&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-4988448157953433326?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/4988448157953433326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=4988448157953433326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/4988448157953433326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/4988448157953433326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title='心中缺口'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-2369932007451950329</id><published>2011-03-28T23:51:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T00:02:03.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The train</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm waiting for a train.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A train that will take me far away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know where I hope this train will take me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But I don't know for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But it doesn't matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;How can it not matter to me where the train will take me? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Because I am the train.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Immovable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-2369932007451950329?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/2369932007451950329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=2369932007451950329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/2369932007451950329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/2369932007451950329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2011/03/train.html' title='The train'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-6093165768746408794</id><published>2011-03-28T16:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T18:17:08.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The railway</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I watched people going full steam ahead,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I looked under my wheels.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; started to consider my tracks.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Broke them down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scruntinised every inch of them.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I changed them.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Started to build new roads for myself.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I began, they left me&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Further and further&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till they became a point.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;A mere point.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wondered to myself,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will I ever reach them again?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I turned void inside out.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crushing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-6093165768746408794?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/6093165768746408794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=6093165768746408794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/6093165768746408794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/6093165768746408794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2011/03/railway.html' title='The railway'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-4551292058187706009</id><published>2011-03-16T12:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T12:53:04.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the bicultural symposium 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty boring symposium,with so little people this year. With that super warm blazer around too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit I wasn't concentrating most of the time, only wanted to meet her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the symposium is over, I'm feeling a bit down. Maybe yesterday was the final time I could see her ,since that should be the last symposium that we are attending. There's a minute possiblity that I can see her again through stuff like bicul talks or something. but well....not very possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you, and the people that might be reading this, I shall post some short lines in chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;想要对你说的千言万语 一次恐怕还不够&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;又怕拉拉杂杂说得太多 害你不知所措&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;最后只能忍着依依不舍 保持一贯的沉默&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;（edited from 给你的歌 by 周传雄）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hope to see you again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-4551292058187706009?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/4551292058187706009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=4551292058187706009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/4551292058187706009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/4551292058187706009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2011/03/bye.html' title='Bye.'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-5996699395757901661</id><published>2011-02-22T17:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T17:26:37.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>高行健 《论戏剧》</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yo6eHGg-fVc/TWN_9CCckkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8KMbradGWTc/s1600/4684372509_f23175ff34_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576441450110685762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yo6eHGg-fVc/TWN_9CCckkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8KMbradGWTc/s320/4684372509_f23175ff34_b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just borrowed this book from JRL. Should be quite interesting, but oh well it's in traditional chinese, so sg peeps like me may have some difficulty reading it. Shall read it slowly and carefully. Maybe I should try to buy it somewhere so I can read in my own free time (since libraries have deadlines...)Hope I can get some inspiration from this book for the upcoming performance in april.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S. Sorry if you can't see the image clearly since my blog's background is in black,too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-5996699395757901661?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/5996699395757901661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=5996699395757901661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/5996699395757901661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/5996699395757901661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title='高行健 《论戏剧》'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yo6eHGg-fVc/TWN_9CCckkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8KMbradGWTc/s72-c/4684372509_f23175ff34_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755677356079953964.post-5533320398820515723</id><published>2011-02-14T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T23:31:50.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snake.</title><content type='html'>You are turning into a snake tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as you start to devour people,&lt;br /&gt;With that mouth that has eaten others,&lt;br /&gt;You cry your love to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the same as today, I do wonder.&lt;br /&gt;Will I be able to say my love to you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-5533320398820515723?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/5533320398820515723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=5533320398820515723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/5533320398820515723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/5533320398820515723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2011/02/snake.html' title='Snake.'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-1584201794273198757</id><published>2011-01-16T20:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T20:44:16.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Corrosion of identity</title><content type='html'>It's not like I have an identity to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just that I am losing myself so quickly,enough to drive me up the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not engage in actions anymore,merely feeling forced and separated from the rest of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tear my own mask everytime when I am alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And force myself to mend it everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cracks are already showing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long can the mask last?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside is a black hole. A gigantic one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absorbing everything and anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon the collapse upon its own core will happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-1584201794273198757?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/1584201794273198757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=1584201794273198757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/1584201794273198757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/1584201794273198757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2011/01/corrosion-of-identity.html' title='Corrosion of identity'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-4805433391353308405</id><published>2011-01-06T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T22:52:43.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>雨滴。床</title><content type='html'>是谁&lt;br /&gt;悄悄敲我窗&lt;br /&gt;豆大的雨滴&lt;br /&gt;滑落触心房&lt;br /&gt;本应多感凄&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我只&lt;br /&gt;呆呆待某床&lt;br /&gt;轻轻的风震&lt;br /&gt;飘落在脸庞&lt;br /&gt;只觉非感伤&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;---苏进凯&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-4805433391353308405?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/4805433391353308405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=4805433391353308405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/4805433391353308405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/4805433391353308405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title='雨滴。床'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-8977833128118700651</id><published>2010-12-22T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T22:57:37.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alienation</title><content type='html'>After coming back from China a few days ago, I feel vastly weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very very weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very very detached from everything. Like I will always have a third eye view in my mind telling me this is meaningless or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just me reading too much on absurdism and existentialism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been reading a book named "Tokyo-jima" or "tokyo island" by Natsuo Kirino. It's in japanese for the original. I am reading in chinese "东京岛" translated version. Rather interesting,something like the "Lord of the flies".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering why so little people are online these days. I feel rather.....alienated with people ignoring me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more weeks to start of school. Let's hope next year will be a lot better than  this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-8977833128118700651?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/8977833128118700651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=8977833128118700651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/8977833128118700651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/8977833128118700651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2010/12/alienation.html' title='Alienation'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-8234877781807301031</id><published>2010-11-12T15:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T15:38:45.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12/11/10</title><content type='html'>The date's way cooler than yesterday. Wonder why so many people are interested in 11/11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving for china in 2 day's time,so I thought I better make a post here before I leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much things happened,with the exception of the finishing of O Levels and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already coming to the end of 2010, and like so many things came and went. 4B just kinda dissolved after the last day of school. Not expecting much from a fragmented class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't achieve much this year. In fact, I think I've underachieved. Been distracted by too much random stuffs. Couldn't concentrate well in almost everything. Been down to the point where I almost couldn't promote and stuff. Really kinda demoralising when this spreads and so much people wants to ask you what happened. Pushed up to superstardom levels,except it's the other way round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really in the mood to leave for china for immersion. Many are so excited about it though. Maybe their excitement will rub off me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone's just way too up high there. Acheiving anything and everything,they fail to see the darkness. Is that why it's important to climb up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admire you. Sometimes you do way too much things that it hurts me. Not like I am trying to tell you to wallow in darkness,but sometimes it's good to see the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I've been quite interested in this character called Rorschach. This comic character is named after the rorschach inkblot test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes,I admire crazy people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least they do not have expectations to live up to. Whatever they do,they do not have consequences other than being labelled with "insanity".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing is,their voices cannot be heard by us. I think that's pretty sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-8234877781807301031?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/8234877781807301031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=8234877781807301031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/8234877781807301031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/8234877781807301031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2010/11/121110.html' title='12/11/10'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-6788315435124867652</id><published>2010-10-13T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T23:22:06.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After the exams....</title><content type='html'>Ended the exams on monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really feeling that ecstatic or what,since I think I didnt really do the exams well. So well......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday had a outing-cum-celebration for hueychyi at junweng's house. It didn't really work out at first since we had problems starting the fire and stuff,so was feeling pretty hungry. However it turned out to be quite a nice outing since we had sucessfully organised our first class outing. The few people such as xiaodan,zimin,kelly,hueychyi and liheng stayed back to chat a while though haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had the personality test analysis during assembly. Not that interesting though,although I was kinda surprised at the people with the S and N respectively character had such different personalities. I am a ENTP/ENFP myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yes during cca session yesterday I was told by zhanglaoshi that su laoshi is leaving soon. Pretty much expected this coz he already "hinted" to us like so long ago. So it's really true that he leaves when the 07' batch is gone. This teacher,or instructor(I do not really like this word) is really interesting and inspirational,or at least for me. Taught us a lot of things, things that is really unrelated to school and stuff. At least I can safely say that the years spent in RV until now,I learnt the most from him. I didn't really improve a lot in the aspects of the theatre or what,probably because I lack concentration and devotion,but in other aspects I really learnt a lot from him. Thank you su laoshi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really funny thing that happened yesterday was when chen laoshi really thought that I was exempted from exams. If the exemption system had been implemented 2 years ago then most likely yes I will be exempted. However, it seems like she didn't understand well me enough. When I told her I was one of the last few in results,she really(or I assume) thought I was joking. Maybe this is karma or something. I did not believe her a year ago,and now it's her turn. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I should clarify something with my friend,but I hope they will have their trust in me. Somehow or another, I feel I am beginning to close up myself,as I feel really disappointed by some people's actions. I am beginning to suspect, or close myself up,even to those closer to me. I hope this will end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of locking up my blog,which I will be able to post more personal stuff around here. However my blog is already kinda secluded so I'm thinking it should be quite fine for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bye for the time being.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-6788315435124867652?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/6788315435124867652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=6788315435124867652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/6788315435124867652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/6788315435124867652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2010/10/after-exams.html' title='After the exams....'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-8644484132830643366</id><published>2010-09-10T22:53:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T17:12:02.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living and Leaving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HjtvT1r41U/TIpJE7lx6QI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wFU7TsKnbJc/s1600/Pyramid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 436px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515301042733050114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HjtvT1r41U/TIpJE7lx6QI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wFU7TsKnbJc/s320/Pyramid.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post expresses my personal views and serves no discriminations to any other persons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the above diagram you would see a pyramid with the numbered columns,with the top numbered 4 and going downwards. Let me explain my concept today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Type 1.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Representing those people,who are truly ignorant and follow the system of doing things without doubt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Type 2.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Representing people,who knows something,who knows that they cannot follow the system wholeheartedly. However,because of percieved difficulty,fear,responsibility etc etc,they choose to remain silent and continue to follow systems, with doubts of course.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Type 3.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Representing people,who knows something,and fights for what they think is right. However in the process of doing so,destroys the system and sets up a new one. I will consider putting revolutionaries under here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Type 4.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Representing people,who know something,and fights for what they is right. However, unlike the type 3 people, they do not change the system. They instead get around the system, get what they want, but in the process of doing so, co-exist with the system but not within the system.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This idea,(or dream) appeared to me yesterday. Education's purpose is to let people move up and not let people move down. It seems to me though,that state education is moving people down the pyramid, to create a sense of social cohesion. Of course, the most risky part in the pyramid shown here, is type 3, where revolutions has to be undertaken to overthrow the current system, in order to build one that suits them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whether one believes in democracy, communism, facism or any other ideology which exist, the fundamental value of these ideologies is to give power to the people,and allow them to do their best. The route to this often results to 2 main forms of action, either by the means of revolutions, or by elections. The sole purpose of course, is to change the current system to better allow them to suit themselves. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Humans are social creatures,in which they need to live in a group,where common benefits are the main force in keeping them together. However,every human have a innate voice of their own that is unique to they themselves,which should not be suppressed under common ideologies. It is essential to know that humans live IN a group,but not UNDER a group. The distinction has to be made.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Currently,many countries in the world are practising the action known as elections, in which people vote in order to allow the governments to know what they need and what they want. In effect, the people are pinning their hopes on a group of people to better provide for them. However,it is not possible for everyone to have their desires fulfil and their voices heard by the government,and people's needs and wants are ever-changing. This results in many cases where protests are heard,governments are toppled or "democratically changed" every few years. The only way percieved now by most people,is to change,to start everything all over again,from point zero.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now the question is, how do we create social harmony,without suppressing the inner voice of every person. The answer to this is long and difficult to accomplish,but not impossible to do. The essential problem now is that many are pinning hopes onto someone else,to provide for themselves. The solution of course, is to allow people to put the responsibility of their lives back to them,and not onto others. This is in which people has to recognise the fact that everyone is different,and they do not share the exact same thinking as one another. They also need to understand that they are empowered,and are able to,live their own lives as they want.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course many would say that some rules and regulations in the system will stop them from achieving what they truly want. In this case, they must understand that they can essentially fight for themselves,without fighting against the system. Instead they can leave the system and co-exist with it,living one's life as "an individual",and not as "an individual in the system". This process is difficult and long, but as long as one truly knows the inner voice of oneself,he or she will have the willpower to do it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Education here therefore comes into place. By education I mean the process of learning by oneself,not through the process of schooling. Everyone has to understand that they are able to take charge of their own lives and not feel compiled to follow rules that supresses oneself. However they must also note that to begin with,they should not force ideas upon others, because essentially that will make them the "suppressor",with them becoming type 3 persons. Education has to therefore let people go up the pyramid,with as little time spent on type 3 as possible. Someday,when people realises that systems cannot provide for everyone and leaves,systems will therefore cease to exist,and people will be living as "true free individuals living in groups". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am not promoting anarchism here,neither am I creating a new ideology. This only serves as my own thoughts and views.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am still stuck in type 2 though....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-8644484132830643366?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/8644484132830643366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=8644484132830643366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/8644484132830643366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/8644484132830643366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2010/09/pyramid.html' title='Living and Leaving'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-HjtvT1r41U/TIpJE7lx6QI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wFU7TsKnbJc/s72-c/Pyramid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755677356079953964.post-2048314141237820527</id><published>2010-08-13T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T23:51:17.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The childhood,and beyond.</title><content type='html'>Lots of things had happened over the past month or so. Now currenly in AYLC week,so I have a bit more time to post here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which,my previous post about the performance is technically not relevant now. The fact that it has been shifted "till further notice" just makes my heart wrench. Disappointing I would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back chem paper yesterday. Should keep quiet about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today afternoon went to eat lunch at pizza hut with pengfei,hancong,xiaodan and yangyi. After the meal we were actually talking about our childhood. Technically speaking I was not talking,they were the ones talking. About their interesting childhood,about how they enjoyed life,played games,dig for potatoes (LOL),got scolded and stuff. Of course some content are much more personal stuff so I shan't post them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chatting session kept me silent,not because I was dumbfounded or what,but I didnt have much to say or share. The realisation that my childhood was kinda monotonous and empty kept me thinking. I can't say that I had a bad childhood. That is wrong. Maybe the word here is "too perfect".I recieved a lot from my family. My world was filled with just studies,tv and nothing else. No games,no other activities no such stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my memory had failed me,but I don't really have memorable times to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps my brain is leaking or faulty or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I just don't treasure stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it is real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I am making up for my lost time,for my lost experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too little experiences to form a identity that belongs to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The search for an identity will continue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-2048314141237820527?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/2048314141237820527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=2048314141237820527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/2048314141237820527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/2048314141237820527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2010/08/childhoodand-beyond.html' title='The childhood,and beyond.'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-286536048836535590</id><published>2010-07-25T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T22:53:30.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time,again</title><content type='html'>Junweng just asked why I didnt blog recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually speakin of which I am just running out of ideas to blog here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kind of handed over to the year 3s last friday,although in practice I will be handing over slowly and not just "throw things" to the year 3s to take over. Bad experience last year when I just took over suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are running out of time now for the performance in October,and we have come up with a number of plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Come back for cca on every saturday. I think this should be fine with most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Increase timings for cca on friday(most probably not on tuesday too) until 9+ or 10. Which means we will have dinner break from 6pm to 7pm,after that we continue training on our own. Some even said we sleepover to next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second part is the real difficult part,coz I noe most parents will STRONGLY object.(Even my own parents). Some already siad they will pull out their child out of the cca. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cham cham liao....how? August got AYLC and National Day,which means we will be missing a lot of practices.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now about myself. I am screwed. Technically speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My results are just.....nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am lacking motivation to have ideas for cca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And  my parents want me(they hinted) to take those science and math or anything normal in university. T.T how about theatre studies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And,there is still her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-286536048836535590?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/286536048836535590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=286536048836535590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/286536048836535590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/286536048836535590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2010/07/timeagain.html' title='Time,again'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-4894100589751740329</id><published>2010-06-30T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T22:41:49.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>June???</title><content type='html'>Last day of june,so I thought I should squeeze in a post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has started,so the emo season starts too lol. So many ppl emo-ing .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not an isolated case either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should be watchin "Ramayan" already......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-4894100589751740329?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/4894100589751740329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=4894100589751740329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/4894100589751740329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/4894100589751740329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2010/06/june.html' title='June???'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-4505242606533854002</id><published>2010-05-31T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T21:31:06.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>May</title><content type='html'>It's the last day of may already. Schools hols has already started....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In less than a week's time,I will be flyin to shanghai. Dunno wad to expect coz quite bored doing stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a real scary nightmare last night,but can't remember the details anymore.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Zero Online and Red Alert 2 are not bad games,been playin them today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long.... to the next post....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-4505242606533854002?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/4505242606533854002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=4505242606533854002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/4505242606533854002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/4505242606533854002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2010/05/may.html' title='May'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-7077449046351363505</id><published>2010-04-25T23:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T23:27:07.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The drag of time.</title><content type='html'>Exams are really useless. End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently things have been real draggy. I have seriously no aim,no goals and don't know what the hell am I doing. My results are screwed as compared to my previous years. I don't know what and why people are fighting for. Maybe they are just like me. I have a chem test tommorrow and unlike others I am still spending my time on something which they call irrelavant. CCA is screwed too 'coz it's been a few months and I still can't solve the problems,maybe even worsening it. Maybe I made the wrong decision. Maybe they made the wrong decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And recently a whole bunch of people are really emo. Emo over results,emo over something which I don't have a idea of. I really want to help them,help my old mates. Maybe I am just a bad influence on li heng that's why he became like that. And there is another old friend of mine which really changed over the past 2 months. Something real bad must have happened. Although she is in the process of healing but this will take a long time. Good luck to you although you most probably won't see this either. I will be hanging around. Trying to help those that are in the dark is difficult. I'll try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone's got to end this vicious cycle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-7077449046351363505?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/7077449046351363505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=7077449046351363505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/7077449046351363505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/7077449046351363505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2010/04/cool.html' title='The drag of time.'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-3106278005950882219</id><published>2010-03-20T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T20:47:34.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The perfect world.</title><content type='html'>Pissed. Obviously over the fact that the school reduces our breaktime to 30 mins,and stil acts angelic. However,that is still not enough to make me post here. What makes me even more pissed, is the pure lack of fighting spirit within the school community. Whenever there is a stupid change, there are bound to be people who will always say"Accept it la,that's the way,it wouldn't change". And then soon after,the voices of those oppressed will die down somehow. So clever of students who claim to be in a elite school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, of course things would not change if there are people who just accept it as they go. They have forgotten that our country,our nation is independent because our forefathers fought for our rights to self-govern. Oh yes, if they didn't do that and accepted how the British had controlled us for some hundred years,I bet you will be still living in your perfect slums. So darn clever to just accept change. Of course there will be some bastards who say"Yes,I support you", but when the time comes,all of them run away to some perfect wonderland. They just want to continue living in the perfect dream of theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue to live in your perfect world,the world that never fails, the world where everything works,the world where nothing is questioned.Someday I will force you down the rabbit-hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck and sweeeeeeeet dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-3106278005950882219?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/3106278005950882219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=3106278005950882219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/3106278005950882219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/3106278005950882219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2010/03/pissed.html' title='The perfect world.'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-7664813222740843550</id><published>2010-03-15T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T16:03:21.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On why we should not hinder the development of Singlish</title><content type='html'>Since independence,Singapore has always emphasized the policy of bilingualism. In Singapore, everyone needs to learn English and his/her own mother tongue. Campaigns such as the"Speak Good English Movement" and "华语 COOL!" has been running for many years to promote the learning of speaking good english and mother tongue. The Singapore Government discourages the use of so-called"Singlish ",or Singapore Vernacular English,as it believes in the need for Singaporeans to effectively communicate with other English speakers in the world. Being a small country, Singapore's economy relies very much upon trade links with other countries ,and therefore for economic considerations, the learning of Standard English is important for maintaining and communicating with other countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I disagree that we should discourage or hinder the development of Singlish in Singapore. Firstly, Singlish encapsulates our cultural roots of being in a multi-racial society. The vocabulary,grammar and pronounciation of Snglish is a great creation of Singaporeans. English during the colonial era was filtered out of English Language schools to be picked up by non-english speakers for communication purposes. This new form of english had substantial influences from southern varities of chinese, Indian English,Malay and Baba and become a very common language used in the streets,especially across different races. Singlish is now a fully formed and stabilised form of communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the fact that Singlish is derived from many languages and dialects, some may question the use of Singlish as inappropriate because it is a"very mixed and impure" language. We must then question this statement; which language in the world can safely call itself "pure"? I am sure that the Standard English and Mandarin does not belong to the definition of being "pure languages". English itself draws many influences from european languages, such as Latin, French, and German(It is considered a West Germanic Language). These languages that had a strong influence on English has also been influenced by other languages themselves. Standard Mandarin itself is a language family that has undergone many changes throughout the 5000 years of Chinese history. Can we then call these languages "impure" and therefore not recognise their importance? We must understand that Singlish has a relatively short development as a language of around a hundred years, as compared to the above 2 mentioned languages, therefore it needs more time to develop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are criticisms to Singlish because of its percieved lack of literary value, however they must understand that each and every language is a creation by its people, and therefore it holds a certain level of value. There are already works written in Singlish ,such as &lt;em&gt;Army Daze &lt;/em&gt;by Michael Chiang, &lt;em&gt;Eh Goondu! &lt;/em&gt;by Sylvia Toh and &lt;em&gt;No Parking on Odd Days &lt;/em&gt;by the late Kuo Pao Kun. These works usually hold strong social commentaries and is part of our small but ever growing Singapore culture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thirdly, there are fears that if Singaporeans get in touch with Singlish more and more often, the level of Standard English and Mother Tongue will drop. We must note that many people around the world learn a language that is different from their native language, but the fluency in their native language remains at a high level. We must also remember that many Singaporeans, especially the younger generations, can and continue to effectively code-switch between Singapore Standard English and Singlish. If given more time, Singlish will not serve as a handicap to learning English if people knew about the differences and importance about them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Singlish continues to hold cultural significance in Singapore and is already an important part in many peoples' lives. Many have deemed Singaporeans a group of "Cultural Orphans" and we ,till this day, continues to search for our own identity. Undermining Singlish can have a adverse effect on the identity crisis. Therefore we should not destroy the existence or hinder the development of this special language.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;All hail Singlish, La!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-7664813222740843550?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/7664813222740843550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=7664813222740843550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/7664813222740843550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/7664813222740843550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2010/03/on-why-we-should-not-hinder-development.html' title='On why we should not hinder the development of Singlish'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-9060710479789294457</id><published>2010-03-12T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T23:43:25.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Term 1 ends.</title><content type='html'>Official end of Term One of Year Four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect. And I thought I wouldn't survive the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one week break is ahead. Although filled with homework and stuff,but still it is a break from the hectic life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Term 1 has'nt been quite at nice as I expected. Filled with some kind of energy which I lost from since year 3,but the sad thing is,it went as fast as it came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learnt about too much heartbreaking stuff. Watched and read The Matrix over and over again. Really terrifies me though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been cracking lately. My spherical compass broke a few days ago, my watch glass cracked(many people realised this for some reason I dunno why) broke a week ago,and the side of my specs broke into half 2 weeks ago. Considering the functions of these objects,I feel a rather bad feeling weighing on myself. Or maybe I am just thinking too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voices,sentences are appearing out of nowhere in my head these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need something to release thoughts. That's why I am here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juz realised my blog address has existed for quite a long time (considering how some of my fellow bloggers can change url so quickly that I can't catch up).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still like my present url though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And till then,I shouldn't have any readers now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-9060710479789294457?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/9060710479789294457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=9060710479789294457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/9060710479789294457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/9060710479789294457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2010/03/term-1-ends.html' title='Term 1 ends.'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-7100220418729379882</id><published>2010-02-21T21:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T22:13:08.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And then it ends...</title><content type='html'>It ended today. So many months of preparation and non-stop chionging for this moment,a 20 mins moment on the stage was everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the performance day(Fresh Takes) at the Esplanade Concourse Area.Waking up at 5.30 isnt a very nice thing(I wake up at 6am on sch days) but the day was indeed fun though. Learnt a lot of things from the other 2 schools and the dramabox ppl.Special thanks to Hai Bin from ARTivate and the teachers-in-charge, You all had a long day too.Overall a very fun experience performing in an open space area. Talkback sessions were interesting too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All it needs to have the day ruined is the fact that tmr has a physics test and I haven't laid a finger on it.And the fact that I almost had excruciating pain in the stomach again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am essentially a pessimist. Always been like that. I always try to keep myself and others happy though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to finish &lt;em&gt;Toliet&lt;/em&gt; before something happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-7100220418729379882?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/7100220418729379882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=7100220418729379882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/7100220418729379882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/7100220418729379882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-then-it-ends.html' title='And then it ends...'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-4667678335615990444</id><published>2009-12-28T12:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T12:19:08.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the question goes on...</title><content type='html'>Oh man,yet another week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more week to start of the school days again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,anyway it's been a week since I came back from china. The trip is really really fun(although those who noe me well enough should get why is it fun...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week spent in singapore is kinda...slacky and I haven't touched my hw(omg).Went to 2A'08 class chalet on wed and thursday,had an class chatting session which made me feel so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of coz christmas juz passed not long ago and I gt a new handphone as a so called"x'mas gift". Still adaptin to the new phone in progress,so dun blame me if I reply msgs slowly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ytd went to an BSP camp grp outing. Not many went as some are overseas and others are busy, but still had one representative from each BSP school at the very least(hungs head). Watched Sherlock Holmes(highly recommended) and played a while in the arcade(shouldn't have done that...so diulian to get pwned -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't had any real thinking about the new year ahead,but it will be filled with much much more difficulties than I ever faced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes,when everyone has a goal,and when one doesn't,and still works hard aimlessly,it's very tiring. Everyone is fighting for their so-called goals,and yet,one is still stuck at the same point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to make hard decisions,very hard ones. Will disappoint some though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was having a chat with a primary school friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's so hard and tiring to be yourself, everyone wants to force you to do something good for the society,good for their own gains. I managed not to betray anyone, not to disappoint anyone. Except myself" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is so dead 'cause I don't add the stuff that people wants to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm,next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-4667678335615990444?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/4667678335615990444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=4667678335615990444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/4667678335615990444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/4667678335615990444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-question-goes-on.html' title='And the question goes on...'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-9181797934784710437</id><published>2009-10-18T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T14:11:42.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And so...</title><content type='html'>It's been a week since the EOYs exams ended. I am sure that many are feeling very slacky right now though. Since the mugging season is officially over (and it will take abt another 4 months before mugging season is back), I am here to post more frequently I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results are back a little a day, so I shant really talk about them(although I screwed up many of them.....).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post-exams period is really dull, as we do not know what to do after such a long time of mugging season. Of course I went out with friends to play pool and stuff, but it really gets dull after a while. Staring at the comp for hours doesnt help either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things to worry about though. CCA is in a state of confusion coz too much things to handle and not enough time. Hope things goes well for the moving of school and next year sch's anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a few weeks time I am going to fly to Beijing for immersion. 1 and a half months over there seems really long(I never been overseas you see). And its snowing over there ,seems really cold. So I think my first usage of my passport will be quite interesting (1 and a half months in winter, wow). Although we need to do some research and proj stuff over there, I believe this will be quite fun spending time with my classmates.(P.S I shall remember to bring back some snow hehe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;K and so till then, and take care....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-9181797934784710437?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/9181797934784710437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=9181797934784710437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/9181797934784710437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/9181797934784710437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-so.html' title='And so...'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-3691101851037821009</id><published>2009-09-26T15:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T15:43:05.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final Post</title><content type='html'>Now, dont get me wrong. This is not a suicidal note of some sort. No. What I mean is the final post before the EOYs exams. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,yesterday night was very very fun, with the mid-autumn festival being quite a sucess.Thanks to CLDDS people, PA ppl and the chinese department! Although it was kinda tiring, but the chance to spending that few minutes with 2A'08 was very very fun. Kudos to 2A'08!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, jerian,jeremy,kengleng,hongkai and I went to hortpark to cam-whore LOL. Check out the photos at the 2A'08 blog if you want....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exams will start in just a few more days. Need to mug mug mug liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, gtg soon, but before I go, I would like to post a short short personality analysis I found on the web,kinda fun and true....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Desmond&lt;br /&gt;Date: 9/26/2009&lt;br /&gt;Colorgenics Number: 14352607&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are seeking an affectionate relationship, offering fulfilment and happiness. You are capable of powerful emotional enthusiasm. Deep down, you are a kind loving person, always helpful and willing to adapt yourself if necessary to realise the bond of affection that you desire. But you need the same consideration and understanding from others and it is this need that will sometimes hold you back... so let go, trust and you may pleasantly surprised at what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy taking part in anything that may constitute fun and excitement. You need to be stimulated and need to feel that 'Life is worth living' and you are awaiting that stimulation and you don't particularly care where it comes from!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the problems that you have been experiencing of late seem to have become a part of your life and there is little that can be done to change the situation. Your emotions run high - but even though you feel as if at times you are about to burst this situation will pass. Try to release your pent-up emotions by participating in some extra physical activities like running, swimming, whatever. There must be some favourite pastime, not necessarily strenuous, that can help you to relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are being unduly influenced by the situation that is all around you. You do not like the feeling of loneliness and whatever it is that seems to separate you from others. You know that life can be wonderful and you are anxious to experience life in all its aspects, to live it to the full. You therefore resent any restriction or limitations that are being imposed on you and you insist on going it alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wish to be left in peace... no more conflict and no more differences of opinion. In fact you just don't want to be involved in arguments of any shape or form. All you want is for 'them' to get on with it - and to leave you alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiayou to all for the EOYs exams!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-3691101851037821009?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/3691101851037821009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=3691101851037821009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/3691101851037821009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/3691101851037821009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2009/09/final-post.html' title='The Final Post'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-5411920712442021107</id><published>2009-08-12T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T22:49:28.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waste time...</title><content type='html'>I know I dun have much time(still nid type report) but I find this quite interesting and VERY true. LOL this is a personality test...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties. &lt;br /&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not looking merely for a girl/boyfriend - you are looking for your life partner. Perhaps you should be more open-minded about who you spend time with. The person you are looking for might hide their charm under their exterior. &lt;br /&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer to get to know a person very well before deciding whether you will commit to the relationship. &lt;br /&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love. &lt;br /&gt;Your views on education&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not like to study but you have many practical ideas. You listen to your own instincts and tend to follow your heart, so you will probably end up with an unusual job. &lt;br /&gt;The right job for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life. &lt;br /&gt;How do you view success:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous. &lt;br /&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of having no one to rely on in times of trouble. You don't ever want to be unable to take care of yourself. Independence is important to you. &lt;br /&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-5411920712442021107?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/5411920712442021107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=5411920712442021107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/5411920712442021107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/5411920712442021107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2009/08/waste-time.html' title='Waste time...'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-8916685626388301234</id><published>2009-08-02T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T18:30:46.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Erh...</title><content type='html'>K I am posting now coz my blog is getting real mouldy,nvr update or anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This few weeks has been filled with tests and tests every week. Kinda hectic. Somethings that are quite...erm..saddening happened though I will not post them here(show respect ma).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cca was resumed and we were back. Now we are divided into smaller groups to think,write and come up with a play. This is what I call basic training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, chen laoshi is back, not as a school teacher, but as a intructor. She will be teaching us "movements and the body" for the next few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National day is coming real soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been getting some inspiration to write my own script, but haven worked on it yet..haiz...but initial title would be &lt;em&gt;厕所&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;Toilet&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to watching "The spirits play" on Aug 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I am suddenly interested in Gundam again!!! Especially the Gundam Wing series...looking forward to free time to buy a model of gundam deathscythe and saving up money too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K gt to go do stuff le...till then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S hongkai I linked you liao)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-8916685626388301234?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/8916685626388301234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=8916685626388301234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/8916685626388301234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/8916685626388301234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2009/08/erh.html' title='Erh...'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-1981786656425501281</id><published>2009-07-02T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T20:41:53.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet....</title><content type='html'>K I think I gonna dedicate this post to one teacher that had just left the school to pursue her dreams. She is 陈老师.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think most of the students will be shocked to know that 陈老师 has left the school quite abruptly. Didnt really know until yesterday( or should I say tues,her last day in school). What happened was that she did tell me when we met in sch on tues, but I didnt really believe her(kinda shocked). And most people will know 陈老师 as a very friendly, always joking kind of teacher. So I did not really believe her and though she was joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out on wed that she has really left the school. When I heard this, I almost couldnt take the news. Lots and lots of questions ran through my head,felt kinda crushed. She was my favourite teacher after all. And because of myself, I did not even get to say a proper goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not many found out though. I think she meant to leave quietly. She will have her own reasons I guess. And I certainly hope she will come back and visit us someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out that she went back to the theatre to pursue her dream. For that,I dedicate a paragraph(by myself) to wish her good luck and all the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;&lt;风&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;风,&lt;br /&gt;永远摸不着的风.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看不见的风,&lt;br /&gt;已在我们身旁.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看不见的风,&lt;br /&gt;已轻轻地吹过.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在你往自己的舞台奔去时,&lt;br /&gt;在你往自己的梦想奋斗时,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;祝你,&lt;br /&gt;一路顺............风.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-------苏进凯&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-1981786656425501281?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/1981786656425501281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=1981786656425501281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/1981786656425501281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/1981786656425501281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2009/07/quiet.html' title='Quiet....'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-6764489087202978573</id><published>2009-06-12T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T17:50:06.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No title for the day....</title><content type='html'>Actually, I have no real thing to post over here right now.Ended BSP camp last week liao, so I think I would not bother posting about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been already half a year since 2008 passed, which means 2009 would also pass in the same amount of time from now. Can't believe time passes by so fast....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I really think I have really stopped walking on. Everyday is the same for me;mundane,boring, nauseating, cant think of better words. Maybe I myself has changed in the first place. Went to some old friends gathering a few days ago. All of them changed, but they say I didnt,still the old look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,maybe it is a good thing, maybe it is a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like they always say, things are ever-changing. In this world, nothing is permanent,except change itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I do really want to settle down for a quiet life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been really sleepy since the start of the year. Well its kind of a good change,coz I can fall asleep more readily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is always the flipside. They say I am not listening,they say I am not attentive.They say I dont care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been going out more. Gained new insight,new friends,new information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this meant I have been spending less time with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a good,real rest.But I think I have been resting for too long.&lt;br /&gt;I want a good real thing to jolt me. But I want to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the breaking point already?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-6764489087202978573?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/6764489087202978573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=6764489087202978573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/6764489087202978573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/6764489087202978573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-title-for-day.html' title='No title for the day....'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-5628818220414409034</id><published>2009-04-30T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T22:33:19.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple theory</title><content type='html'>Hmm...today my sis told me about her experience in her sch a few months ago. Really cool, and it represents 2 true theories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her class was unsatisfied with something about the planning of stuff for students, and she asked her class whether they should talk to the teacher about it. Her class agreed. In order to make a point to the sch, her whole cls sat outside the office to wait for the teacher to come. Really cool right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the first theory is, unity is strength. It may be an old theory, but it is true. You see, students and people are often "scared" to suggest or to question whether a certain thing implemented by higher authorities is correct ,by themselves,such as rules,regulations or anything. Then why not suggest it with a group? Or a large group if one still feels unsafe? They can't possibly lock up everyone or punish everyone just because they pointed out something is wrong with the system?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the thing is, when asked who suggested it, it is not beneficial to single out one of a few, then one runs or "siam" (dialect for dodging) away. A group then becomes only 1 person responsible. It is unfair because since one has supported him or her, they should stay on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second theory is that one should dare to question and do the act of questioning and suggesting in order for change to come about. People,when faced with some questions regarding whether something is wrong or right,often reply," &lt;em&gt;I think is okay lar, is just this part is A BIT ...." .&lt;/em&gt; I do not understand the need to first agree with something,before pointing out what one is dissatisfied with. Be direct and say" &lt;em&gt;I am not happy/dissatisfied with...". &lt;/em&gt;This will be more to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although readers will probably "shoot" me for encouraging the wave of " complain kings and queens", I personally feel there is no wrong for one standing up for his/her own suggestions and questions. Singaporeans have been slapped with the ugly notion of being "complain kings and queens". I feel this is happening because we only dare to question,or some say" complain" of "minor" stuff such as price of veggies being expensive or air-con not being cold enough in buildings etc. Maybe, singaporeans should be more daring to question bigger stuff, such as the overall economy,rules and regulations on a big scale, or even perhaps, politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, only when doing the action of dissatisfaction does changes come about. One must be willing to do actions to change his/her life for the better. Here's a quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Change will not come if we wait for some other person or some other time. We are the ones we've been waiting for. We are the change that we seek. _____________Barack Obama&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-5628818220414409034?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/5628818220414409034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=5628818220414409034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/5628818220414409034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/5628818220414409034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2009/04/simple-theory.html' title='Simple theory'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-8222338878796464127</id><published>2009-04-26T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T17:01:41.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complete works of Kuo Pao Kun</title><content type='html'>Just found this series at the library yesterday. Found it to be quite interesting, so I borrowed volume 7:papers and speeches home to read. Some general information of the series is that it contains the works of Mr Kuo Pao Kun, one of the pioneers for the Singapore theatre scene. He has indeed inspired many and his 24 pieces of work is noteworthy, some of which has been showcased overseas too, such as(but not limited to) &lt;em&gt;The coffin is too big for the hole(棺才太大洞太小),laojiu(老九);and the silly little girl and the funny old tree(傻女孩与怪老树).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I would like to talk about some of the works mentioned in volume 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the articles mentioned is" Better to have a Worthy Failure than a Mediocore Sucess"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He mentions that the spirit to explore to experiment and to break through, is innate in al artistic endeavours. In its remarkable effort to search for excellence, Singapore has created a twin monster------the fear of failure(also known as kiasu-ism).Indeed, on our way to greater achievements, we have forgotten the age-old wisdom that failure is the mother of sucess. The most important line in the article(I feel) is"Give more value to a 'failed' bold adventure than a 'successful' meek repeat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(My opinions) True enough, we are almost given direct paths to follow and "succeed" in life from the very day we are born. We always say" 学别人的优点,学别人怎么成功", but by "copying" other people's technique, we are merely repeating the successes of others, not our own. A good example would be how primary school language teachers teach(no offence). They often tell students to pick out the good points of others and put it into their own writing. What I wonder is, shouldnt the students writing be only dictated by the students themselves? Schools nowadays often teach students learn how to learn, but shouldnt students themselves learn how to learn by trying different methods and through experimenting, themselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also aptly defines art into 4 categories, mainly literature, visual arts( such as paintings etc), music and theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有的人, 想表达一种意思, 他把这种意思用文字写下来, 这是文学的根本.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有的人, 想表达一种意思, 他把这种意思用线条和色彩表达出来,这是绘画的根本.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有的人, 想表达一种意思, 他把这种意思用声音和节奏表达出来,这是音乐的根本.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有的人, 想表达一种意思, 他把这种意思用本身一些动作表达出来,这就是戏剧的根本.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;taken from page 22 和中学生谈戏剧, volume 7 of complete works of kuo pao kun)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting,isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, in the book, there are much much more articles on arts,culture and theatre which is very interesting, but I picked these 2 as they relate better to me (and my blog readers,if there were any).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highly recommend this series of books for 1) anyone interested in the arts or 2) anyone wants some enrichment and inspiration).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-8222338878796464127?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/8222338878796464127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=8222338878796464127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/8222338878796464127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/8222338878796464127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2009/04/complete-works-of-kuo-pao-kun.html' title='Complete works of Kuo Pao Kun'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-8034375469332718839</id><published>2009-04-21T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T20:53:29.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are people really so.....</title><content type='html'>Something sparked my inspiration for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or rather, my thinking process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I will be talking crap with my friends but I learn something quite true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First question:Are people really so forgetful of what happened in the past?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say for example, do singaporeans still remember the mas selamat incident where the top terrorist escaped? Do they still remember the incident involving the white tigers biting the worker at the Singapore Zoo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most  people have no answer for this, because they forgot about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weird thing is, it is the old people who remembers. Do they really have better memories of such things, or is it that things just do not stick to the people's minds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a situation while taking the train today. Old people giving up seats to old people. Really sad case. But the special thing I saw it that, they just started chatting like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, pick out anyone from the streets and ask them to start chatting with some strangers. My guess is that most youngsters cant do it. But strangely, the middle-aged and the elderly can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arent youngsters lively and supposed to be unafraid of anything?Arent they supposedly have better communication skills? But why is this happening? Is it because of the fact that they did not experience the kampong life of the past to learn these things? Or is it education who tells us not to talk to strangers??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not the least, I found out the reason why small acts of kindness can warm one's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is because of the fact that people are getting too cold and heartless(I wouldnt really use this, but well,cant think of something better), that people find these small acts of kindness heart-warming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While of others, they would'nt feel so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the fact that that is an every day thing for them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything we watch those tear-jerking dramas on television(no offence though), do we ever, ever reflect on ourselves? 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href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2009/04/are-people-really-so.html' title='Are people really so.....'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-1164674437034030658</id><published>2009-04-08T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:45:10.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>巨蟹座终极完美分析</title><content type='html'>巨蟹是心软的，容易被感动，即使表面看起来总是有一副硬硬的壳，但那壳子底下是一颗柔软敏感到极至的内心。它们面对一份感情是犹豫再三的，不要说它们懦弱，它们只是明白自己是容易受伤的。他们对感情抱有信仰，相信纯真、相信天长地久，所以有时是挑剔的。 这是一层表面坚硬的壳，其实攻克轻而易举，因为蟹蟹有一颗柔软的心。蟹蟹恋爱了，这时的它们变的很粘人，很婆妈，因为你是它的中心，它会为你考虑很多，饭吃了吗？天气会变了吗？记得带伞哦！路上车多，慢点走哦！……..诸如此类！ 蟹蟹是深情而痴情的，爱上一个人会爱的很深，即使明知道没有结果也很难自拔。这是巨蟹的一种固执，想要得到的东西，往往不会轻易放手。有时，一段没有结果的恋情会成为蟹蟹的生活重心。这无疑是痛苦的，但又难以自拔。然而，巨蟹的不安全感又在内心大叫着放弃，所以这时的蟹蟹总是在坚持和放弃的巨大矛盾中苦苦煎熬着。学会放弃是蟹蟹的一门功课. 当然，如果蟹蟹真的决定放弃了，它的坚决会让所有人吃惊。 要记住：除了你自己，没有人可以伤害到你 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;蟹子是痴情的，但又不善于表达，面对自己心爱的人拘谨、放不开。它们的幽默感此刻变得生涩。蟹子是深情的，但又不善于把握，为什么一次次控制不住自己的情绪，说出明知不该讲的话？ 分裂而善于幻想的寄居蟹在说巨蟹之前，先说说几个一直以来欣赏的几个偶像，他们都不同，但他们有一个共同点，就是，他们都是巨蟹男。周星驰，王家卫，罗大佑，李宗盛，梁朝伟，张学友……一般在每次排行榜中总是靠末的巨蟹们，看起来并没有很明显的个性，但是，他们在艺术方面的直觉和敏锐却是别人难以匹敌，从这几个人名里就不难看出。他们在生活中都是温文尔雅的，被动的，甚至往往是沉默的，但是在他们的电影，歌曲中，却展露出令人惊异的才华，让我们总是不由自主的为之倾倒。当周星驰让我们笑得泪水横流的时候，我们也早听闻其实戏外的他认真严肃，不苟言笑，对待朋友和情人都很苛刻；我们知道在戏里演什么都神形毕似的影帝梁朝伟同性格南辕北辙的射手刘嘉玲20多年同居，至今都不愿结婚，他总是说，其实他的人生就是在戏里；我们知道张学友出道前曾经是黑社会的小混混，天天宿醉，自暴自弃，也看到张学友成名后依然为了家庭拼命打拼，几近崩溃……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这就是巨蟹，其实，最能说明巨蟹特质的，就是－－分裂无论是哪一种蟹，他们都有着分裂的思想。他们渴望安定，也渴望出人头地，他们内心充满艺术的灵感，夸张的幻象，但是在现实生活中，他们总是低眉顺眼，很难真正展露心中的狂想。所以在艺术的舞台上，他们反而得以施展，让心中奇异的狂想放大到极致，他们可以将任何一首歌一个角色演绎的入木三分，所有来自于生活中被动的接受，在艺术的殿堂上得到了最好的宣泄，所以巨蟹真的应该属于舞台。即使没有好的歌喉没有好的外形，但是他们有良好的感受力和表现力，他们的性格实际上更像是一只寄居蟹，在真正自我的生活中，他们常常将自己包裹的很紧，但在诠释和演绎别人的时候，他们那内心的感情得到了释放。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;巨蟹座的另一个长处是他们有着哲学的思考力世界因两股力量相互消长，而水象就是典型的阴柔之力。水象星座的人有一种天生的宇宙观，巨蟹也是如此，加之他们天生有母爱的情结，所以他们的思考往往带有着人性化的关怀。所以从事与艺术相关的行业的巨蟹，无论如何都可以算是幸运的巨蟹，因为能够得以发挥天然的性格所长。但是不是每个巨蟹都有这样的机会，所以大多数巨蟹都会感到自己的压抑和痛苦。他们不是没有渴望，相反他们需求很多，渴望很多，但是他们总是躲在自己的壳里做着各式各样的幻梦，只是在想，很少实施。所以如果你看到的总是低眉顺眼的巨蟹实际上并不是真正的巨蟹。那只是巨蟹的一个假象。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;永远无法抹去的自卑巨蟹们其实是自我感觉很好的心高气傲的一群人，但是却又难以克服时时刻刻想躲进壳里的自卑感。他们天生多疑和敏感，碰到困难，就先躲进壳里，自欺欺人，在梦中编织自我的安全感，而从来没有想到如何主动将危机转化为机遇。他们对待困难的消极方式，使他们总很难真正木秀于林，他们总在捕捉他们认为最好的时机，但是那个时机却总是无法到来，其实世间哪有万全之策？当蟹蟹们艰苦的自我互博之时，大好时机已经失去。但是要改变这种天生的自卑感确乎很难，蟹蟹们几乎完全不由自主。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;怀旧是巨蟹们的人生主旋律巨蟹们非常怀旧。他们喜欢旧东西，怀恋旧感情，对家庭有着天然的眷恋。泛黄的相片，褪色的丝带，尘封的梳妆台……所有一切带有浪漫情调的旧物，都可以让他们独自神伤，黯然追想，他们总是沉浸在过去的回忆里，永远记得年少时的孤寂敏感，永远记得初恋情人，多年后仍然四处找寻初恋情人的消息，慰籍多年来始终保持新鲜的记忆。所以王家卫的电影总喜欢用这样的句式开头：多年以后……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忽冷忽热患得患失的爱情他们天生悲观，永远需要多一点，更多一点的安全感。为什么他们如此需要安全感，因为他们天生就没有安全感，所以他们是很容易恐慌的，所以他们也就变得非常的多疑和猜忌。爱上一个巨蟹是要仔细思量的，因为他们会突然忽冷忽热，突然置之不理，突然恶言相向，但是其实他们并非不爱你，他们有时候是在跟自己呕气。他们渴望天天24小时同你粘在一起，他们对爱人有着强烈的占有欲，恨不得掏心掏肺给你，他们关注你的点点滴滴，小到为你买一支发卡，大到帮你选择哪路公车……他们都费劲心思，他们时时刻刻每件事都为你考量，但又因为付出的不停增加而变得越来越担心害怕，会不会得不到对等的爱。所以他们会突然变得冷淡了，也许只因为你一个眼神，他们就觉得你已经不如从前，于是开始无休止的试探，他们说话总是转弯抹角，但是却总希望你永远清晰表态，假设某天你也含糊了一下，那就完了，蟹蟹们立刻条件反射的开始惴想出无数个虚拟场景，在无尽的悲观中，意淫出种种悲惨场面，然后再见你时，就已经是冷口冷面，甚至说出无比绝情的话语－－所以，你和巨蟹的他们，是要努力去磨合的，给他们足够的信赖和安全，他们回馈你的，绝对让你感动的热泪盈眶。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虚伪包装下易感的心实际上巨蟹善于伪装。他们喜欢笑，无论何时何地，他们常常微笑，也许这笑容有时候让人欣慰，但有时候却会让人感到非常的虚伪。当然巨蟹们也总有自己的小奸小坏，但是他们虚伪的前提却总是先为了保护自己。他们对自己应得的利益是淄铢必较，有时候会让人感到他们是不是很小心眼，但是，在朋友聚会等场合上，他们又绝对是豪爽大方，主动抢着付账的人。所以其实巨蟹是个公私概念很明确的人，他们对该得的绝对毫不客气，而对待朋友，他们又觉得其实这点钱根本不算什么。他们是眷恋朋友和家人的，他们基本都有些喜欢酒。而且酒量都还不错，因为他们眷恋那种宾客相尽欢的气氛，更眷恋着家的和乐融洽之感。所以巨蟹们喜欢做饭，即使不会做饭也对美食有天然偏爱，他们懂得享受居家生活，所以巨蟹们有个理想婚姻是最快乐的事情。问题是巨蟹们却常常选择晚婚或不结婚，因为他们多疑又害怕，他们总是对新幻境充满怀疑，对新的家庭又向往又拒绝，在自我矛盾中，不断蹉跎了年华。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;自己为自己创造安定感觉巨蟹们总是不安，这是一种不好的感觉，因为如此，许多巨蟹枉然蹉跎，终日郁郁。其实，巨蟹们可以尝试自己为自己创造安定的感觉。找一个家里人都喜欢的对象，建立一个自己的家，也许巨蟹会发现自己会变得安稳很多。找个摩羯是比较理想的选择。或者找一个自己的爱好，倾注所有的心血，自己也会变得安定很多。当然蟹蟹们也许会说，你这是站着说话不腰疼啊，要是那么容易的话，还用得着你说吗？呵。但是，无论怎样，当我们自己意识到自己的不安，就该努力去克服他，其实壳外的世界，没有那么可怕，这是真的。 总的说来，巨蟹们很可爱，尤其是在艺术上有成就的那些人，他们创造的都是令人仰止的丰碑，所以巨蟹们不必没来由自卑，其实你们都很出色。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-1164674437034030658?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.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-6755677356079953964.post-125925006909593047</id><published>2009-03-28T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T20:15:52.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes</title><content type='html'>"We  must accept finite disappointment, but must never lose infinite hopes" ____ &lt;em&gt;Martin Luther King.Jr&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice quote I saw today somewhere. The quote obviously shows the importance of hoping, and there will always be light at the end of the tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T0 my friends and classmates(or anyone reading my blog) experiencing the difficult times, do not lose hope. Believe in yourself and you know you can do it. There is nothing too difficult to hope for, and let your hopes and dreams fly. Even if your dream seems distant from you, someday you know you will be able to achieve that childhood dream of yours. But remember, you yourself must believe in the dream that you treasure. It should not be forced out of you because of some situation, or an alternative provided by the schools or anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, what they always say is that your dreams must be practical. But, should'nt the right to dream and to explore, be available to anyone and everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人生十字路口, 由自己走,所以放胆去追求属于自己的梦想!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-125925006909593047?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/125925006909593047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=125925006909593047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/125925006909593047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/125925006909593047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2009/03/quotes.html' title='Quotes'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-1350788116305330784</id><published>2009-02-25T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T21:41:35.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bus-ing home...</title><content type='html'>Took bus number 176 home from JE today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usual bus trip anyway, bt I kinda observed something interesting today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A old man in his 70s or 80s would take his grandson(around 7 to 8 years old) to take the bus together(I saw this old man quite a few times le). But today, the bus was unusually crowded today, so I needed to stand. When this old man and his son came up the bus, I was expecting to see someone (esp. the students) to give up their seats to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, no one did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda feeling uneasy, but I had continued to observe the situation (which no one really did). One of the young people, seeing them walk near them, pretended to fall asleep immediately. What was more saddening is that no one had reminded anyone to give up their seats( I myself is guilty too).  In the end, it was a man in his 40s who gave up his seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are often told to be courteous and give seats to those in need. But has the courtesy campaign really achieved the results? Must people really need to wait for a "programme" to start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself am feeling very guilty right now for not prompting the students to give up seats. Writing about this topic in a 报章报到 a few weeks ago has obviously nt changed my mindset internally.It is really saddening to know that this isnt the case 20 years ago (I am nt that old though, someone told me this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said: Around 20 years ago, when the MRT system first started, people (esp the older people) did nt know how to use to elevator. Those who knew had helped the elderly to take the step to the elevator (using the elevator for that time was new to the elderly). People helped in all kinds of ways to this new transport system.People were excited abt taking the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 years later, we have forgotten to do a simple act of giving up seats. We have forgotten to treasure what we have and take what we have for granted. Why have people changed through the times? Or rather, why did we nt do these things now, although we have done it countless of times in the past?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to myself that I from today on, will change and act out my mindset...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-1350788116305330784?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/1350788116305330784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=1350788116305330784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/1350788116305330784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/1350788116305330784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2009/02/bus-ing-home.html' title='Bus-ing home...'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-2183831616811258870</id><published>2009-02-21T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T17:51:26.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk Of Life 1</title><content type='html'>Hmm..today I had my very first try at observing life. I have the urge to do so a few weeks ago, but was too lazy. But today I have decided to try it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My chosen location was at the area of the now closed JEC. Nearby there is some coffee shops and quite a lot of ppl since today is a weekend. Perfect. I decided to walk very slowly to observe better what people are actually doing and feeling. This trial took about 45 mins ( dun say I too much time hor, quite meaningful leh LOL).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised when I walked slowly, people around me seemed to be moving very fast. I noticed that most people seemed to be rushing for something.I see no reason to rush as today is a weekend. I also noticed that most people's faces were kind of..in a sad mood. Clearly their eyebrows were frowning about something. People at my age tend to walk very fast( lyk I saw some student alone walking, very fast). People in groups tend to be happier than those I saw walking alone. Those walking alone were either looking down or frowning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked past a maid agency and I kind of peeked inside. I could see a row of workers sitting down there, obviously nt in a very gd mood. One of them was looking at me. Through her expression, I could tell that she was quite down at the time. It is understandable as they leave their hometown and come a long way to singapore to work. They will of course be worried about their family back in hometown and whether they will be hired or nt in singapore. They were nt talking to each other too, making the atmosphere feel very tense although I was standing outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went inside a supermarket to continue observing life. I could see a grandson rushing his grandmother to walk and choose faster( the grandmother was choosing some fish). From this I can see the different attitudes they displayed. I can see very long queues for the counter. People were rushing to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I went to the nearby coffeeshop. A man in his 50s was selling tissue paper to the customers. Although he is handicapped, he maintains a smile when selling, even if customers dun buy from him. He also needs to endure the looks upon him by other people. This is a contrast as some shopkeepers sell their goods without a smile, or even grudgingly. Although I do not know whether the man selling tissue is truly happy or nt, I feel sympathy towards him as he needs to walk around to sell. The rainy day has obviously added to the burden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home by bus after that. The bus was quite empty at that time. For some reason, people were staring blankly at the front or outside, expressionless. It was quite scary though when I observed them carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first try has been a fruitful one, I say. Young people I saw walked very fast. Most people when walking do not even look to their sides, only walking(or striding) forward. Are people really that busy to even slow down, to really observe and enjoy the surroundings? Do they even know what are they really rushing for? Why are we even frowning all the time, although we are well-off financially? Why people like the man selling tissue paper generally frowned upon, although they are jus making a living in these hard times? Clearly, people are too stressed by the fast-paced life here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know when the next time I will be doing these kind of stuff again, but I shall be choosing another place to try out the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people should really consider taking a break like me, haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-2183831616811258870?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/2183831616811258870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=2183831616811258870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/2183831616811258870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/2183831616811258870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2009/02/walk-of-life-1.html' title='Walk Of Life 1'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-7627952426283763119</id><published>2009-01-26T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T16:32:34.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm...</title><content type='html'>OMG I reached my 50th post here LOL!!!! K today is Chinese New Year, wishing all a very happy new year here!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This few weeks started school already. New class, new people to meet. Spending a few weeks with the new 3B clsmates was kinda fun. But of coz, the hw part of Sec 3 was kinda scary. Out of nowhere so many hw to be done pops out. I am still in the transition mode of going into Year 3 though(haha LOL). Kinda busy nowadays, but strangely, the feeling of pressure is nt really there yet( hey ppl if u call the beginning stress right, let's see in midyear hor, that is crazy man LOL).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about cca then? Cca has started with some fresh faces, although the year 1s have nt come in yet. Started rehearsing for SYF le, but only just started. There are still quite a lot of things not yet confirmed. Hope all goes well and we can achieve a GWH this year!!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to the show " 私房话"  next week. Kinda anticipating it coz there is much talk abt it lately LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K short post here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing everyone a very happy chinese new year!!!! 恭喜恭喜!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-7627952426283763119?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/7627952426283763119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=7627952426283763119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/7627952426283763119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/7627952426283763119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2009/01/hmm.html' title='Hmm...'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-3135054893098439051</id><published>2008-11-29T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T21:32:25.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections in the past 1 year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Should be quite a long post here,but yea, dunno why I like doing reflections year after year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past year,2008, I would say, is a very exciting and memorable year for 2A, for my cca and for myself. The year had really started in mid december last year, where all of us was wondering who were our teachers for the year. Some continued teaching us, like Mdm Wan(黄老师) and mrs choy, some changed ( well apparently all of our other subject teachers, duh). Like who will forget the first lesson for LA. Everyone was practically silent and still when mrs look walked in. Scary.( Apparently, she had forgotten to collect the reading passports even till the year ended =.=") Haha, good for us then =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers aside, I feel 2A has indeed evolved(think pokemon or wad) as a class together throughout the year. There were exciting, angry,sad,happy and tearful moments for 2A. I remembered clearly that the problems we had in year 1 was dragged on to the first few months. Everyone, I felt, still did nt have the strong bonds we needed. Practically like a pile of sand, I would say. But clearly, we have indeed gotten rid of the walls between us and put aside our differences to bond, as a class. Throughout the many class and semi-class projects we have done, it is clear we have indeed grew strong together. We now proudly call ourselves members of 2A, 2Attactive 2Avoid!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, the year has ended,but of course with a bang. Who could forget the crazy and tearful moments in the last day of school, where everyone was practically hugging each other? But let's put that behind us and get ready for the very last event that the class would be spending together: The Class Chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about cca then? Cca for the year was very exciting and kinda tiring to say. We began our year preparing for the short play competition in may. In february, we welcomed our next batch of juniors. I remembered some were unhappy, some did not know what to do upon coming into CL. What's more, the period they came in was during intensive rehearsals, so we didnt have much time to communicate with them. Sorry!!!While we did not do as well during the short play competitions, we buckled up for the next important part of the year: 学艺新声 2008. Talking about this just makes me feel...excited once more. We have truly endured the hardships together as one. Who could ever forget the tiring rehearsals that mostly lasted till 6+ ? Who could forget the times we were being scolded by 苏老师( actually nt really scold but talked)?Who could forget the very last week, where rehearsals lasted for almost 6 hrs everyday? Most importantly, who could forget what we have learnt through drama itself? It is really very enriching, more enriching than any books you can ever read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For me, I have truly learnt how to communicate better and learnt much much much more things this year, whether in pursuing academics or life itself. Very special thanks to my friends, my teachers and of course my family who always stood by me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Below is some famous quotations by famous people I have learnt to either live by or not.Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;An individual who breaks a law that conscience tells him is unjust, and who willingly accepts the penalty of imprisonment in order to arouse the conscience of the community over its injustice, is in reality expressing the highest respect for the law.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;________ Martin Luther King, Jr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;An eye for eye only ends up making the whole world blind.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;____________ &lt;em&gt;Mohandas Gandhi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We must become the change we want to see in the world.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;___________ &lt;em&gt;Mohandas Gandhi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The death of one man is a tragedy. The death of millions is a statistic.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;___________ &lt;em&gt;Joseph Stalin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Change will not come if we wait for some other person or some other time. We are the ones we've been waiting for. We are the change that we seek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;___________Barack Obama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A 'No' uttered from the deepest conviction is better than a 'Yes' merely uttered to please, or worse, to avoid trouble.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;____________________&lt;em&gt;Mohandas Gandhi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We cannot change the world,but we can change how we see the world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;_____________Anonymous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's all for the post now, till then, signing off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-3135054893098439051?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/3135054893098439051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=3135054893098439051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/3135054893098439051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/3135054893098439051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2008/11/reflections-in-past-1-year.html' title='Reflections in the past 1 year'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-6385247194660158245</id><published>2008-11-08T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T21:42:39.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FLARE</title><content type='html'>Today went to watch Flare the theatrical performance. Rushed to dhoby ghaut mrt station from tuition in Bukit Gombak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for a while over there and lyk no one there yet. Then later found out they are inside the station,then I was forced to re-enter the station. Wasted 45 cents =.=. Later then walked to gallery theatre of national museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok the show was from 3pm onwards. Here is the show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flare was inspired from the Peter Shaffer's psychological drama &lt;em&gt;EQUUS&lt;/em&gt;, Flare is a narrative kaleidoscope exploring desperation and escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first part of the show was set in a village.The characters were represented by puppetry. This part of the show mainly talks about a boy which is fascinated with horses( Think of Euquus and Daniel Radcliffe) and he finds a man that shares his interest. After which the man asks a magical horse to kill him. The boy is very upset and asks the horse to use his own magical power to kill the horse himself. The horse then dies and the village has an earthquake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the second part of the show, there is an elderly man and his wife leading a peaceful life. One day, the man goes down to buy bread for his wife. He is confronted by two horse-frog(dunno wad is that) and he dies. After that, his wife is seriously affected and has illusions of earthquakes everyday. Her daughter then distracts her by taking her on shopping trips, going on facebook,getting the house repainted etc. When the man comes back,he cannot ever find his original wife again but finds one being IT savvy,acting young etc. The story ends with a sad tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the third part of the story, a bitchy-slutty woman (kudos to the actress, this kind of stuff is a real challenge to the actress. Normal acting will not satisfy the audience. You really need to be in the state of mind) tries to seduce a cop by making poses and throwing herself at the cop blahblahblah, the cop is pissed off by her actions. Result: so funny. But the woman is actually traumatised by the fact that her husband has a woman outside, and so she makes herself like that. When the cop is gone, she talks and confides with a red horse. The story ends with her separating with her husband .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last part of the story, a woman is obsessed with horse betting and she even goes to the extent of buying a horse( a big big metal shiny horse is made for this,kudos to the backstage people) from the turf club to bred and send to horse-racing. Her son tries to stop all this, but to no avail. The woman is slowly dragged into mental instability and crazy-ness with the horse. She starts illusioning the horse is a god and when the god dies, the woman becomes mad. There is an earthquake at the mental hospital. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I will explain why the horse appears in evry part of the show. The horse represents  a death-god messenger in mythical stories. When a person dies, there will be 2 horses bringing that person and judging the person. The horse is included in every part of the show in different colours or shapes. In the first part, the horse is represented by a human actor,unlike others which is represented by puppetry. In the third part, the horse is in red, which may signify lust or smth liddat because the man has a mistress.It also shows that death is not that scary,compared to the stories that is so sad bt yet can happen in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the earthquakes then? The earthquake is 地震 in chinese, which is "rubbling earth". It is included because the characters are being sort of "waken up" or shaken up by the events to live their lives.(震醒) It also makes us wonder why do we only realise the most important things in dire situations and take out compassions in our hearts. An example is the quite recent Si Chuan Earthquake in China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall a very nice show, but quite difficult to understand at first,especially if this is the first time you are watching a drama performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And till then,signing off...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-6385247194660158245?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/6385247194660158245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=6385247194660158245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/6385247194660158245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/6385247194660158245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2008/11/flare.html' title='FLARE'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-3815764108780716742</id><published>2008-10-25T20:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T20:23:23.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>K nothing really to talk about because I jus came back to post some crap here and of coz to update links.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams ended and I gt back a few of my results, kinda satisfied, although I am seriously praying hard(really hard) that my overall year GPA can reach a 3.5. A 3.5 GPA puts me in a good position to apply for triple science(I hope).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks left to start of hols, omg A year passed so quickly...many things had happened in this year though,both hard times and sweet times with both my class and cca was...interesting I would say. Next year, my class will be separated, feel kinda...sad to say. But of course, there will be new challenges in the coming year and we must brace ourselves for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to my class chalet and my cca camp in the hols now, with like nothing to do right now,slacking all day long in house playing com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Deepavali in advance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And till then...signing off...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-3815764108780716742?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/3815764108780716742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=3815764108780716742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/3815764108780716742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/3815764108780716742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2008/10/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-5166945400625171041</id><published>2008-09-30T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T18:48:36.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; font: normal 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="background: white; color: black; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;What is your True Fear?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 4px;"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;Losing Someone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 76%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: white; color: black;"&gt;You love affection and the people in your life more than anything. Your greatest fear is that one day someone you care about won't be there anymore. You are a very friendly and inviting person, who draws in a lot of friendships with your kind, considerate, and loyal nature. However, deep down you are slightly insecure and unsure of yourself. You couldn't deal with it if you didn't have one of your loved ones in your life anymore. You don't have too much to worry about though, because with a friend like you, no one will want to lose you either!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Being Alone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 65%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Disappointment&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 59%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Where Your life is Going&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 38%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Looked down on&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 32%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Death&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 20%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Commitment&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 19%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="text-align: center; padding: 8px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/what_is_your_true_fear"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your True Fear?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Quiz Created on GoToQuiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-5166945400625171041?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/5166945400625171041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=5166945400625171041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/5166945400625171041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/5166945400625171041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2008/09/hmm.html' title='Hmm...'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-747339238096145400</id><published>2008-09-15T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T20:15:19.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HjtvT1r41U/SM5RxEhLYCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9sRFr-dtmTQ/s1600-h/Picture+personality.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HjtvT1r41U/SM5RxEhLYCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9sRFr-dtmTQ/s320/Picture+personality.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246220519401545762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spontaneous Idealists are creative, lively and open-minded persons. They are humorous and dispose of a contagious zest for life. Their enthusiasm and sparkling energy inspires others and sweeps them along. They enjoy being together with other people and often have an uncanny intuition for their motivations and potential. Spontaneous Idealists are masters of communication and very amusing and gifted entertainers. Fun and variety are guaranteed when they are around. However, they are sometimes somewhat too impulsive in dealing with others and can hurt people without really meaning to do so, due to their direct and sometimes critical nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This personality type is a keen and alert observer; they miss nothing which is going on around them. In extreme cases, they tend to be oversensitive and exaggeratedly alert and are inwardly always ready to jump. Life for them is an exciting drama full of emotionality. However, they quickly become bored when things repeat themselves and too much detailed work and care is required. Their creativity, their imaginativeness and their originality become most noticeable when developing new projects and ideas - they then leave the meticulous implementation of the whole to others. On the whole, Spontaneous Idealists attach great value to their inner and outward independence and do not like accepting a subordinate role. They therefore have problems with hierarchies and authorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a Spontaneous Idealist as your friend, you will never be bored; with them, you can enjoy life to the full and celebrate the best parties. At the same time, they are warm, sensitive, attentive and always willing to help. If Spontaneous Idealists have just fallen in love, the sky is full of violins and their new partners are showered with attention and affection. This type then bubbles over with charm, tenderness and imagination. But, unfortunately, it soon becomes boring for them once the novelty has worn off. Boring everyday life in a partnership is not for them so that many Spontaneous Idealists slip from one affair into another. However, should the partner manage to keep their curiosity alive and not let routine and familiarity gain the upper hand, Spontaneous Idealists can be inspiring and loving partners.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-747339238096145400?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/747339238096145400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=747339238096145400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/747339238096145400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/747339238096145400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2008/09/personality-test.html' title='Personality Test'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HjtvT1r41U/SM5RxEhLYCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9sRFr-dtmTQ/s72-c/Picture+personality.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755677356079953964.post-681718370980170693</id><published>2008-08-25T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T21:27:27.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>学艺新声</title><content type='html'>It's finally over omg!!! Months of hard work just for 2 shows,felt really happy and sad at the same time. Hard work,seriously. Saturday's performance was quite a successful one,in fact,I think,one of the best performances ever held by CLDDS. Saddens me to say sec 4s are leaving us very soon, Special thanks to the following Year 4 seniors:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qian Hui( worried for her during these few months coz thought she wanna break apart liao)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song yi(funny but fierce at the same time,talk with her most often these few weeks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qiong Shan(haiyo,vice-pres leh of coz must thank right haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruolan(woa,this must thank like siao,thanks to Ruolan for teaching and coaching me and wentao these 2 years,really learnt a lot from you,once again thanks!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siyao(thanks for teaching me together with ruolan,thanks!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qiqian(sorry for not helping out at dao ju,but once again thanks!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of coz,the most important of all(I think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;苏佳亮老师!!!!Muz thank him for those important messages and principles about life.I have learnt to appreaciate life better with his coaching,he never scolds,but talks reasons,so you are rarely angry with him.Thank you su lao shi!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the whole of CLDDS  for the hard work too,especially timothy and wentao,my 2 best friends, who has endured the hardships together with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all of the audience too,without you guys the performance was nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to Jeremy here,who has encouraged me and I oso encourage him through the difficult times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-681718370980170693?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/681718370980170693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=681718370980170693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/681718370980170693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/681718370980170693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='学艺新声'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-5708329111568492451</id><published>2008-08-09T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T14:58:53.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forced to post</title><content type='html'>Haha,really,I am forced to post coz my blog dying liao....sian. These few days feeling a bit panicky,anxious and irritable. Dunno why, but i think because of CL performance so close already. Cant help it to panick a little becsuse this is human nature. Been very tired these few days, although I had enough sleep. Physically tired or mentally tired I dunno too, sian.Hope I can get past these weird feelings and chiong for CL performance and common tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on thursday,jerian,shimin,pekkhoon,xiuyun,xiaodan and me went together with fiona to see her poem presentation in RI. The ppl there very zai seh,all the poems so cheem...but then heng I still can understand. Fiona's one quite good too, although a little short, but then I love the title "Change". I dun have Fiona's poem here,or else I surely post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Junction 8 on foot.Not a bad experience walking for a long distance.I can walk long distance,but I suck at 2.4 km  run sia. One HCI guy ask us where is nearest mrt. We say Bishan mrt,I guess the guy also didnt expect Bishan such a long way from RI,haha.Then we went to eat at the foodcourt. I ordered some japanese bento set with Jerian,didnt expect it to taste so bad. After that, we chatted about an hour till 9,haha lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri even more sian,come school do nothing. Ok,the concert was not bad,probably the best that RV ever had,getting so high near the ending when singing national day songs.The whole class hold hands and joined up together,so cool. After that we went to Vivo eat lunch. Here's a very funny conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy: We respect the cows that provides the beef in the burger( all boys do the respect sign)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zihao:We respect the vegetables(all boys do the respect sign)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hongkai:We respect the money that was wasted badly on the food.( Boys burst out laughing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha,laughs man. After that,we watched "Money no enough 2" by Jack Neo. The girls waited for us for an hour plus,wah lol. Then I leave early first,so I didnt know wat happened after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,Happy national day to everyone!!!!Yeah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-5708329111568492451?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/5708329111568492451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=5708329111568492451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/5708329111568492451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/5708329111568492451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2008/08/forced-to-post.html' title='Forced to post'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-3103482512607878853</id><published>2008-07-19T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T21:35:11.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wah..cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Desmond Soh Jin Kai Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are balanced, orderly, and organized. You like your ducks in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are powerful and competent, especially in the workplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People can see you as stubborn and headstrong. You definitely have a dominant personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the total package - suave, sexy, smart, and strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the whole world under your spell, and you can influence almost everyone you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't always resist your urges to crush the weak. Just remember, they don't have as much going for them as you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, self assured, and capable. You are not easily intimidated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You master any and all skills easily. You don't have to work hard for what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make your life out to be exactly how you want it. And you'll knock down anyone who gets in your way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are well rounded, with a complete perspective on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are solid and dependable. You are loyal, and people can count on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a bit too serious. You tend to put too much pressure on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are truly an original person. You have amazing ideas, and the power to carry them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success comes rather easily for you... especially in business and academia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people find you to be selfish and a bit overbearing. You're a strong person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are fair, honest, and logical. You are a natural leader, and people respect you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never give up, and you will succeed... even if it takes you a hundred tries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are rational enough to see every part of a problem. You are great at giving other people advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a seeker of knowledge, and you have learned many things in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are also a keeper of knowledge - meaning you don't spill secrets or spread gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People sometimes think you're snobby or aloof, but you're just too deep in thought to pay attention to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-3103482512607878853?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/3103482512607878853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=3103482512607878853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/3103482512607878853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/3103482512607878853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2008/07/wahcool.html' title='Wah..cool'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-6198225981925947944</id><published>2008-07-09T20:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T20:15:52.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>中文学会.学艺新声 @ University Cultural Centre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expect a whole lot of fun at this year's 学艺新声, with professional entertainment and professional places, it is a new performance with a BANG! Tickets are priced at $18 for the afternoon show and $25 dollars for the night show. Come and join us and &lt;&lt;寻.找&gt;&gt;吧!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pls contact me if you guys are interested!!!! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-6198225981925947944?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/6198225981925947944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=6198225981925947944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/6198225981925947944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/6198225981925947944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-796732357592314601</id><published>2008-07-08T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T20:25:26.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Err...</title><content type='html'>Ok, nth much today,my bday today though,lol,haha,thnks to Jacky,Jerian,Timothy and Wentao and all the others who wished me happie birthday,lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K,lets talk about CCA today,today su lao shi finally back from overseas. Was waiting for him to help us,lucky we rehearse number of times liao,so didnt get scolded. Later we went in to deep discussion of our own individual characters. Su lao shi talk so philosophical,but then so easy understand,my head swirling with a lot of thoughts I had nvr had before. This was the time I loved it the most,where u will get lots of inspiration from Su lao shi. Drama,as I have learned this past 1 1/2 years, is not just about acting in the correct way. U need to know why are u actually doing this,why are you actually showcasing this to the audience. Drama reflects the society,on why some ppl are lost in the heart,why ppl can do anything,I mean anything,to reach their goals. We might laugh at comedies,but few actually wonder why we laugh,in fact, those are true scenes in our lives,and we are actually laughing at ourselves. It's inspirational, and thats why I love drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We must never lose our true selves...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-796732357592314601?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/796732357592314601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=796732357592314601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/796732357592314601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/796732357592314601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2008/07/err.html' title='Err...'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-2780447950859073292</id><published>2008-07-06T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T16:04:11.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Happiness is not something you can feel every moment of the day; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness comes in small doses, so just be grateful for that; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pointless to wish for a Big Happiness because it won't happen; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps happiness is overrated.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                       From Sieuping's blog,one of my aquaintances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just felt that these words are so true,yet depressing....haiz,true happiness....cheem...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-2780447950859073292?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/2780447950859073292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=2780447950859073292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/2780447950859073292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/2780447950859073292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2008/07/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-2873850950802348513</id><published>2008-05-26T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T12:31:55.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm...</title><content type='html'>This post is just for fun and informational purposes, it only expresses personal view and no discrimination or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been to watch NYGHS performance on fri night with Jeremy,Xunkai and Timothy. The topic they are following on is good,but I can see that it is a bit rushed out for the storyline. Here's my view( I second row seh,see so clearly,lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First show&lt;br /&gt;A mute and deaf girl who is ostracized by the people, but loves to help people in need in watever ways she can,even risking her own life. 2 magical clowns appear one morning when she wakes up.They tell her thatthey can cure her,only if she promises not to help others.The girl makes a hard decision and recovers.She forces herself not to help others,and in the end,she feels lost and loses her true human nature. The show actually reflects on the real life people. The clowns represents represents the vast society and the girl reflects people who are actually forced by this system to change for their own "good". In the end,people nowadays do not feel true happiness and are actually lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second show&lt;br /&gt;This shows an ordinary school girl at first, but she meets the 4 gods,representing gender,beauty,intelligence and,the god of live and death.The 4 gods changes her to suit her requests,but in the end,the girl longs for the original her.The gods tell her it is impossible to reverse time,and she takes her own life.People are ever-changing,but they long for themselves.It is so weird,yet pitiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah,thats about it,i forgot the third show content liao,haha,ppl say I talk too cheem here? LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-2873850950802348513?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/2873850950802348513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=2873850950802348513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/2873850950802348513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/2873850950802348513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2008/05/hmm.html' title='Hmm...'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-52192517206987503</id><published>2008-05-08T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T15:12:07.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams are over</title><content type='html'>Omg today finally over seh.....maths paper no time,or else i could do finish the last question!!!ZzZ,now dunno wat to do seh,so sian,like no one wanna party like that....oso no games to play seh,lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-52192517206987503?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/52192517206987503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=52192517206987503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/52192517206987503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/52192517206987503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2008/05/exams-are-over.html' title='Exams are over'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-2506346583025256520</id><published>2008-04-21T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T21:02:47.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments and thoughts on CLASS SPIRIT</title><content type='html'>Ok,great posts from both pris and yuyan.Finally someone said something.I know I am in no position at all to say anything,but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly,an interesting interpretion of the word "team"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together&lt;br /&gt;Everyone&lt;br /&gt;Acheive&lt;br /&gt;More&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice right?But I am seriously thinking what the class as a whole did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps,maybe,there is something that you all want say,some way you all want to express your opinions. This is what is stopping you all from bonding together.You all have too much suspicions about the other party.We all need the very first step "Together".We should not prove to anyone,not to prove to Yuyan,not to Priscilla,not to miss Lim,not to huang laoshi. Do something to prove to YOURSELF,not to prove yourself to someone else.Man's greatest enemy is himself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-2506346583025256520?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/2506346583025256520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=2506346583025256520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/2506346583025256520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/2506346583025256520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2008/04/comments-and-thoughts-on-class-spirit.html' title='Comments and thoughts on CLASS SPIRIT'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-1268712782479261804</id><published>2008-03-06T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T19:40:46.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New blogskin</title><content type='html'>Yes!Finally a new blogskin.The old one was like tearing away coz no picture long time ago.Nothing really to post here,but give ur comments on the blogskin,thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;頂著烈日當空 眼底有迷霧&lt;br /&gt;不能再讓懦弱困住&lt;br /&gt;日子多坎坷 命運有變數&lt;br /&gt;只盼久旱逢甘露&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah,that's about it,tmr have maths test and chinese test,go for it everyone!!!Tmr oso have music.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-5143185821884812456?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/5143185821884812456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=5143185821884812456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/5143185821884812456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/5143185821884812456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2008/02/finally-back.html' title='Finally back'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-8076016655832365901</id><published>2007-12-27T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T11:46:12.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs</title><content type='html'>Here are the new songs on my playlist!!!&lt;br /&gt;My heart will go on by Celine Dion(first song on the playlist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night in my dreams &lt;br /&gt;I see you, I feel you &lt;br /&gt;That is how I know you go on &lt;br /&gt;Far across the distance and spaces between us &lt;br /&gt;You have come to show you go on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near far wherever you are &lt;br /&gt;I believe that the heart does go on &lt;br /&gt;Once more you open the door &lt;br /&gt;And you're here in my heart &lt;br /&gt;And my heart will go on and on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love can touch us one time and last for a lifetime &lt;br /&gt;And never let go till we're gone &lt;br /&gt;Love was when I loved you &lt;br /&gt;One true time I hold you &lt;br /&gt;In my life we'll always go on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near far wherever you are &lt;br /&gt;I believe that the heart does go on &lt;br /&gt;Once more you open the door &lt;br /&gt;And you're here in my heart &lt;br /&gt;And my heart will go on and on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're here, there's nothing I fear &lt;br /&gt;And I know that my heart will go on &lt;br /&gt;We'll stay forever this way &lt;br /&gt;You are safe in my heart &lt;br /&gt;And my heart will go on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second one is My love will get you home by Christine Glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wonder off too far&lt;br /&gt;My love will get you home&lt;br /&gt;If you follow the wrong star&lt;br /&gt;My love will get you home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever find yourself&lt;br /&gt;Lost and all alone&lt;br /&gt;Get back on your feet and think of me&lt;br /&gt;My love will get you home&lt;br /&gt;Boy, My love will get you home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the bright light blinds your eyes&lt;br /&gt;My love will get you home&lt;br /&gt;If your troubles break your stride&lt;br /&gt;My love will get you home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever find yourself&lt;br /&gt;Lost and all alone&lt;br /&gt;Get back on your feet and think of me&lt;br /&gt;My love will get you home&lt;br /&gt;Boy, My love will get you home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever feel ashame&lt;br /&gt;My love will get you home&lt;br /&gt;When there's only you to blame&lt;br /&gt;My love will get you home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever find yourself&lt;br /&gt;Lost and all alone&lt;br /&gt;Get back on your feet and think of me&lt;br /&gt;My love will get you home&lt;br /&gt;Boy, My love will get you home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever find yourself&lt;br /&gt;Lost and all alone&lt;br /&gt;Get back on your feet and think of me&lt;br /&gt;My love will get you home&lt;br /&gt;Boy, My love will get you home&lt;br /&gt;Boy, My love will get you home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-8076016655832365901?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/8076016655832365901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=8076016655832365901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/8076016655832365901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/8076016655832365901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2007/12/songs.html' title='Songs'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-6366989488720354849</id><published>2007-10-27T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T18:54:16.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah,finally,school has finally ended!!!!Horray!!!lets see what to talk abt......ok,the last day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day of school was basically about recieving our resluts and a looooong assembly.Part of the assembly was abt mdm connie chan leaving the school and retiring.Although we was not taught by her,we also felt the atmosphere,ppl felt sad naturally.Ok,then Mr Faizad was also leaving RV to teach RJC general paper 2,or something like that.We felt sad as he was our form teacher and also our lang arts teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok,enough of the teachers leaving.Firstly,I am very happy with my resluts,with a GPA of 3.4 and MSG of 2.1666666(for those who uses MSG for grading lar).Although I know it is not very very good and didnt really meet my target of 3.5,but who cares,only 0.1,and it is because of hist!!!!I got an C5 and it pulled my overall!!!!Sian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok,lets now do a wrap up of this year's school life.Personally, I felt that I had changed a lot from the once quiet person to a person more willing to stand up for himself.The whole year is met with a lot of difficluties like the beginning of the year when everyone was strangers with each other and as Mr Faizad said,we were perhaps too quiet.But at the end of the year,we have come together as a class and bonded very well. We finally won some prizes for ourselves at the end of the year,such as the History Competition and the PSS competition.These really helped to pull up the class morale as we did not win a single competition during the first part of the year.Our class spirit was really doown before this.We have also cheered on each other when we didnt do well.This was the most important thing.Special thanks the following ppl:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priscilla,for being our class leader and always helping out&lt;br /&gt;Shieu huei,for always giving me to copy some hw,lol&lt;br /&gt;Shimin,for the same reason as shieu huei and also nagging to bring newspapers&lt;br /&gt;Kuan Yuan,for being idiotic so that i laughed hard&lt;br /&gt;Jacky,for being a good friend and acting cool all the time&lt;br /&gt;Jerian,for forcing me bend my neck so i can see him.It always a torture to look at him as my neck would be in pain(no lar just kiddin =p)He is a good brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all other ppl that have helped me greatly this year.Gtg,be back a week later to post!!!!LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-6366989488720354849?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/6366989488720354849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=6366989488720354849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/6366989488720354849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/6366989488720354849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2007/10/yeahfinallyschool-has-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-1340269227933619543</id><published>2007-10-14T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T22:06:02.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sian</title><content type='html'>Feeling damn sian even it is after exams,it is like nothing to do leh...i like it more when we got worksheets,then i got something to do...now like damn sian,no goal for next year yet,but finding one,lol.Nothing much to post,jus now that I not feeling anything right now,not happy,neither sad,emotionless,maybe?Not happy with my results either,diaoz...scored damn badly for history,but expected,lol.Haiiz...wonder got anything for me to do or not,sian.Ok,gtg,few days later shld be back ba...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-1340269227933619543?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/1340269227933619543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=1340269227933619543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/1340269227933619543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/1340269227933619543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Warmth&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;|||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Intellect&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;78%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Emotional Stability&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;|||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Aggressiveness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;58%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Liveliness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;|||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Dutifulness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;54%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Social Assertiveness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;|||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;62%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Sensitivity&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;|||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Paranoia&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;|||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Abstractness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;54%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Introversion&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;|||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Anxiety&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;|||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;66%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Openmindedness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;|||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;46%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Independence&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;|||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;42%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Perfectionism&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;58%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Tension&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;|||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;42%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/cattell-16-factor.html"&gt;Take Cattell 16 Factor Test (similar to 16pf)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-372027715440034040?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-6755677356079953964.post-7166957701497865862</id><published>2007-10-02T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T19:35:49.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was the last day of EOYs,so damn happyyyy lor....played on my com for the longest time,break my own record ,lol,anyway it was fantastic.Today chinese paper 2 quite difficult,I would say,I heard that many ppl did not finish...lol,wonder if I would be ok...lol.I also played cards with shao xun on the back of the bus,very exciting.Anyway,I am feeling so shuang right now,wonder wat will happen tmr?Good luck to P6 students all over Singapore for their PSLE which starts tmr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-5886889176630343814</id><published>2007-09-22T16:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T16:37:32.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EOYs</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;							&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;object height='80' width='300'&gt;&lt;param value='http://media.imeem.com/m/GEpuPIbpIe/aus=false/' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode'/&gt;&lt;embed wmode='transparent' height='80' width='300' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://media.imeem.com/m/GEpuPIbpIe/aus=false/'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;This is for those reaching EOYS...must be strong,perservere,give it ur best shot!!!LOL!!Enjoy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;						&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-5886889176630343814?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/5886889176630343814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=5886889176630343814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/5886889176630343814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/5886889176630343814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2007/09/eoys.html' title='EOYs'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-1763252339631384798</id><published>2007-09-09T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T15:31:23.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tmr start school already sia,happy ending to holidays,lolnothing to post,today sold some pokemon cards for 12 dollars,not bad lar,siannow reading topic on change of subject of formulae,must start to pia for EOYs,lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-4066439654293933942</id><published>2007-09-06T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T20:32:14.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sian</title><content type='html'>Today very sian,sian,sian...nothing to talk...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-4066439654293933942?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/4066439654293933942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=4066439654293933942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/4066439654293933942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/4066439654293933942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2007/09/sian.html' title='Sian'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-8206333059843373013</id><published>2007-08-31T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T18:21:54.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teachers Day</title><content type='html'>Today was a very fantastic day sia.Early in the morning,play the damn cannon balls used for history.I was the only boy Mino around sia,kana got thrashed by the Pegasus ppl.Luckily got some other Gryphon ppl go and help me,then that was sooooooo fun.After that the concert was quite good,I loved the part where the dance society came in and the teachers came in to dance.It was fabulous.Then,after that,we rushed to pri sch.Then found out that we could only go in at 1pm,sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,we decided to eat luuch first at west mall.Aft that,we went to kick some soccer with ex-classmates.It was fantastic.Play for so long,then we walk to the sch there amd went in.We had such a hard time searching for the teachers.Then my teachers and ex-classmtes keep saying that i grew by three sizes,got meh?The food they sell is damn cheap lah,one bowl of noodles only 1 dollar sia.Then after that,we crap a lot.We went to play duel masters later,my friend was fantastic sia,keep helping me.Then we went home after that,the nicest thing for today is that we met our ex-classmates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-8206333059843373013?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/8206333059843373013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=8206333059843373013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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review,dunno considered low or not.Then yesterday pon cca again sia,last week already pon,becoming like shao xun,feeling a bit sick,and most importantly,i no need to see the damn teacher's face.Then today tuition quite sian lar,not very fun,bt at least learn new things and revise.But the maths so damn hard,wanna see some more easy questions,i give u all some examples&lt;br /&gt;Solve this: 6a^2+1+5a+1=0     Wat's a?&lt;br /&gt;The ans:ask from me&lt;br /&gt;Lol,we are not supposed to use guess and check,or trail and error that kind of thingy.Ok,the ans is -1/2 and -1/3(this type of questions got two ans, u will learn in sec 2 or 3)&lt;br /&gt;Seriously,i am not haolian or wat,jus to let u all see that i am NOT SLACKING when i go for tuition,ok?Sian..very emo today...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-8085486461557195849?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-6755677356079953964.post-6537366409833081915</id><published>2007-08-20T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T19:01:31.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eh,today very sian.Mr toh was completely crazy when he told us to do so much work.Then com lesson so fun,then when switching off,i need to save right?I save liao then the com hanged.I was screaming"oh my god".Then in the end dunno got save or not.Then aft got history thing,sorry ar,i didnt wat got into me,jus shouted at u all to keep quiet,sorry.But luckily,my anger haven even reach 10% yet,very little people see me at 100%,lol.But today only had bread for lunch,so hungry,now going to eat dinner liao,yeah,later go chiong hw...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-8874247909170741197</id><published>2007-08-18T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T18:38:19.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eh,today was fantastic,i chiong finish my jian bao in abt 1 hour time sia,so satisfied wif my work lor,then now doin some history already.Today tuition even better,Qin Jiang didnt irritate too much,great.Then go home so early take nap,shuang.Must post later,and yeah,almost forgot,remember there is an worksheet in ivle for maths hor,pass the message on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-917866397510125507</id><published>2007-08-11T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T18:48:25.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Skin</title><content type='html'>Finally got a new blogskin,saw D-gray man on animania so decided to find some blogskin on it.Anyway,today was a great day,i was slacking at home then went to tuition in the afternoon.Realised that i forgot to bring my worksheet,omg!!!Almost kanna get scolded sia,but teacher so kind,let me off this time.Then,yesterday hor,i went jogging on an empty stomach.The effect was better,can run longer distances,didnt know that.Then after that go try inclined pull up.Then try pull-up.Omg,didnt know that one pull up was so difficult sia.Must start training now,or else sec 3 that time die.Sian...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-917866397510125507?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/917866397510125507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=917866397510125507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/917866397510125507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/917866397510125507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2007/08/new-skin.html' title='New Skin'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-7884126543684915273</id><published>2007-08-08T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T21:25:54.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>National Day Celebrations</title><content type='html'>Whoa,today was like sooo idiotic,cant go back to my pri sch.The sports day was cool,but the sun was like damn hot,like so many ppl(especially the runners,like overheat)getting heatstroke.Damn it.Then the recess ws like damn early,how they expect us to eat lor.Then Minotaur was fantastic although it was last.Unicorn was like damn pro lah,got so many pro in running.Then see someone from the athletics team running.He was like siao,the hair was pushed up by his speed then KL say his legs were so fast that they went blur.Run so fast for wat,win already still cannot get anything wat.Damn intersting.I was like behind the grandstand for sooo long,very shady and windy,very good.Then in the morning see the marching contigent,like so damn funny.I not mocking at them,but it really seemed funny.Then i was like kidding in the morning when i said i knew the ans to some stupid question,then the vice-principal like forced me to go up and say the ans.I was like so damn embarrased.Sian.Gtg,post smth maybe over the next few days bah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-7884126543684915273?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-6755677356079953964.post-8903193394047173827</id><published>2007-08-06T20:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T20:18:10.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are An ISFJ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/isfj.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nurturer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a strong need to belong, and you very loyal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good listener, you excel at helping others in practical ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your spare time, you enjoy engaging your senses through art, cooking, and music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You find it easy to be devoted to one person, who you do special things for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you express your emotions through actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking care of someone is how you love them. And you do it well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, you do well in a structured environment. You complete tasks well and on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make a good interior designer, chef, or child psychologist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you see yourself: Competent, dependable, and detail oriented&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When other people don't get you, they see you as: Boring, dominant, and stuck in a rut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/"&gt;What's Your Personality Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Dominant Intelligence is Logical-Mathematical Intelligence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofintelligencedoyouhavequiz/logical.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are great at finding patterns and relationships between things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always curious about how things work, you love to set up experiments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need for the world to make sense - and are good at making sense of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a head for numbers and math ... and you can solve almost any logic puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make a great scientist, engineer, computer programmer, researcher, accountant, or mathematician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofintelligencedoyouhavequiz/"&gt;What Kind of Intelligence Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-8903193394047173827?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/8903193394047173827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=8903193394047173827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/8903193394047173827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/8903193394047173827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-are-isfj-nurturer-you-have-strong.html' title=''/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-7855934435586090153</id><published>2007-08-03T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T20:30:09.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why am i ignored?</title><content type='html'>The topic today is:Why am I ignored by the boys?&lt;br /&gt;1.I am not as handsome as Jerian.&lt;br /&gt;2.I am not as tall as other boys.&lt;br /&gt;3.I am not as strong as Zihao or Kengleng.&lt;br /&gt;4.I am not as crappy as Jacky.&lt;br /&gt;5.I am not as kind as Jeremy.&lt;br /&gt;6.I am not as cute as Xunkai or Hongkai.&lt;br /&gt;7.I am not as friendly as  and such shiny teeth like Benjamin.&lt;br /&gt;8.I am not as tech-savvy as Shao xun.&lt;br /&gt;9.I am not as clever as Kuan Yuan.&lt;br /&gt;10.I do not have a hot favourite cca.&lt;br /&gt;But does that mean you guys can ignore me?Freakin lah,i may be the slowest runner around,but does mean you guys can ignore me?Do you know it is so damn hard to find to find a group or partner nowadays?I never get recognised when i do something good.Please respect me and my cca!!!I hate it when you all think that CLDDS is a bunch of noobs.We are not!!!Put yourself in other people's shoes.The end.Damn it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-7855934435586090153?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/7855934435586090153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=7855934435586090153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/7855934435586090153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/7855934435586090153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2007/08/why-am-i-ignored.html' title='Why am i ignored?'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-9215656998419409992</id><published>2007-07-27T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T20:56:38.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I?</title><content type='html'>Wah lau,i kind of in a dilemma now,dunno if i should sit for something.I dunno if i should go,but one thing is,I LOVE 1A AND I LOVE MY CCA!!!If I leave,then i would leave these too...but has it to be done?Will I choose a correct decision?Will I make the same mistake twice?Haiz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-9215656998419409992?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/9215656998419409992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=9215656998419409992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/9215656998419409992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/9215656998419409992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2007/07/should-i.html' title='Should I?'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-567404738314754896</id><published>2007-07-26T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T21:41:21.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sian</title><content type='html'>Wah lau,today at sch so damn sian lor,stupid malay lesson,everyone was like half asleep in the lesson.Then today recess onli eat a bit of things onli,so damn hungry in the afternoon.Got a throbbing headache too,sian.Evertbody kanna chionging dreamweaver,then got announcemnt saying extended to monday,so gd,miss marlia last time also extend the deadline.Haha.Sian,so sleepy...everyone,remember to do assignment 11,very important!!!I know it is a bit difficult,but jiayous!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Sian'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-6103541139081094136</id><published>2007-07-21T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T21:10:02.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Birthdate: July 8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanforyourlovelifequiz/birthday.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love being in love... so much so that it's very hard for you to be single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, it's difficult for you to stay in love over time. Too many people intrigue you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only your true love will be able to keep you interested over time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of True Loves You'll Have: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of Times You'll Have Your Heart Broken: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are most compatible with people born on the 8th, 17th, and 26th of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanforyourlovelifequiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean For Your Love Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-6103541139081094136?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/6103541139081094136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=6103541139081094136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/6103541139081094136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/6103541139081094136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2007/07/your-birthdate-july-8-you-love-being-in.html' title=''/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-7341171883240480595</id><published>2007-07-07T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T21:33:52.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My birthday</title><content type='html'>Sian,tmr is my birthday,yet i dun feel any sense of happiness. PPl celebrate they birthdays,yet i dun look towards it. Knowing that i cant have any presents and the worse is,i still need to go tuition and do hw makes me feel sad.It is always been like this since i was 7 years old. Sian. Feeling a lot of pressure and i think i am going to break under it.Sian.To think i put a smile on my face everyday when i am feeling so damn sad nowadays. I am using hw to numb myself of the sadness.Am i crazy or something? I wish i could return to the good old days.To think my friend from RI could disown the fact that he was from PEPS because of face.What is the world coming to?How can he do this?Haiz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-7341171883240480595?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/7341171883240480595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=7341171883240480595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/7341171883240480595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/7341171883240480595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-birthday.html' title='My birthday'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-403212143620746654</id><published>2007-07-01T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T14:42:41.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sian,today is Youth's day,i am a bit sad that CHILDREN'S DAY is no longer for us....anyway,haven posted for a long time,this blog is certainly rotting.People are getting so sad nowadays,dunno why too.Why are u all sad,come on,cheer up!!!Life has to go on no matter what happens. Sian,chiong the D&amp;T last night,didn't noe anything at first(kind of forgotten how to do),then go to "help" to see how to assemble all the parts and made a photo album.Spent 5 hours sia.This is a great way to prove that anything can happen when u perservere.Stay happy,always,people!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-403212143620746654?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/403212143620746654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=403212143620746654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/403212143620746654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/403212143620746654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2007/06/siantoday-is-youths-dayi-am-bit-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-3134825230141750009</id><published>2007-06-15T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T13:29:00.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadness</title><content type='html'>Haven posted anything for a long time,today have some time to post.Sian,need to do soooo much hw,didn't even wish zimin happi bday(srry hor). Then,also so little ppl tagging on my blog,onli can see shimin tagging....feeling so sad nowadays,dunno why,temper keeps bursting,not happy with anything,is it because i still cant get over it,i dunno.Maybe i am mad or something.The rain has stopped ,the tears have stopped coming too,but the sour feelings remains...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-3134825230141750009?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/3134825230141750009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=3134825230141750009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/3134825230141750009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/3134825230141750009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2007/06/sadness.html' title='Sadness'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-8866640029267328761</id><published>2007-06-08T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T19:51:19.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today sooooo sian.Today need to do sooo much hw,then in the afternoon my bro,sis and mum went out to buy a laptop for my sis.Decided to "on"the com coz there's nothing to do anyway...Went tagging around and planned somethings to write.Later played with my sis pet online.I play so long then got so many points,bt wat the heck,NO score was recorded,wtf.So,ppl,pls feed my sis's pet(the chocopets that one,in case u wondering which one...).Go to links"Wan Qi" there.Feed it everyday hor,pls!!!&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; LOL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But really,feed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-8866640029267328761?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/8866640029267328761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=8866640029267328761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/8866640029267328761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/8866640029267328761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2007/06/today-sooooo-sian.html' title=''/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-5963480413223887565</id><published>2007-06-06T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T19:09:43.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New blogskin</title><content type='html'>This is the new blogskin i have chosen to use...hope u guys like it.In case you are wondering where's the tagbox,it's below the friends button.There is suppoesd to be some words there, but the pic is tooo big so cant see.Anyway,i can't go to the sat class outing,sad sad,i need to go tuition u know,sian....cant go out wif my class...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-5963480413223887565?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-6755677356079953964.post-8520061013189374786</id><published>2007-06-04T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T20:31:23.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing</title><content type='html'>i trying out,blogger have problem...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-8520061013189374786?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/8520061013189374786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=8520061013189374786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/8520061013189374786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/8520061013189374786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2007/06/testing.html' title='Testing'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-1329592535375501879</id><published>2007-06-04T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T20:27:03.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays</title><content type='html'>Er...seeing many of ur bdays are coming,i now wish u all happie birthdays!!!Although i can't go out wif ur all this few days to celebrate ur bdays,i sincerely hope all of u to have a meaningful and enjoyable time going out wif ur friends!!!Happie birthdays to zimin,shieu hui and shimin!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-1329592535375501879?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/1329592535375501879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=1329592535375501879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/1329592535375501879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/1329592535375501879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2007/06/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-7349131233770137478</id><published>2007-06-01T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T20:07:44.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CLDDS Performance</title><content type='html'>Two days ago,i was standing on this stage,saying some A1 words.They said i looked funny wearing the mask,was I?After that,I was wearing this damn thick shirt that almost caused me to have a heat stroke.The shirt looked like a monk's(I was supposed to be a monk,DUH).There was laughs throughout the performance,(a comedy was the performance).After the whole performance,we were supposed to bow and say"See you next year".Diaoz.Then, after that,i felt tired but also great.Everybody was cheering for CLDDS. I went home,had a good bath and went to sleep,Zzzzzzzz.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-7349131233770137478?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/7349131233770137478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=7349131233770137478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/7349131233770137478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/7349131233770137478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/2007/06/cldds-performance.html' title='CLDDS Performance'/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-2507909349657218725</id><published>2007-05-26T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T20:55:53.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today sooooo sian,need to go open house.So little ppl over there,then so slack.Need to carry all those tables...Then do halfway see my fren's bro goin to rv open house.He looked kind of weird(and cute,girls will say,coz he damn short)After that,when goin home takin bus that time,one boy walked up to me and say "Are u from peps".I said yes,bt i didnt noe who is that boy,anyway most likely he went to the open house.Then,go tuition again finally after soooooo many weeks coz of the cca practice.SIAN!!!Then,after that,go see tv and took a nap... smack the teachers who gave us sooooooooo damn many hw...well, i need to go now,haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-2507909349657218725?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/2507909349657218725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=2507909349657218725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/2507909349657218725'/><link rel='self' 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for lesson jus now,luckily never got scoled by miss choong.Watch a movie today,it was so damn funny,everyone was laughing(it is not a comedy,but a movie on love) The movie is called "Love actually".Later got dance, so sian,coz its graded.I dun want to fail!!!Well, i need to go now, go posting later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-8739004891074132628?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/8739004891074132628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755677356079953964&amp;postID=8739004891074132628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755677356079953964/posts/default/8739004891074132628'/><link 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title=''/><author><name>desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09862116557962659687</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-6755677356079953964.post-5268708675878483918</id><published>2007-05-23T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T11:49:36.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my first post</title><content type='html'>hi,i am trying out onli&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755677356079953964-5268708675878483918?l=desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmond-the-unsuspected.blogspot.com/feeds/5268708675878483918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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