<?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-8080905</id><updated>2011-07-09T00:29:34.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Path of Neo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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the movie. 5 min into the movie i realised the aspect ratio of the film is wrong. instead of a normal widescreen (16:9), it was a cropped dimension. i might as well have bought a pirated DVD and watch it on TV. i pay good money to enjoy a movie and expects the screen to be filled up but instead, i have a restricted view of the shots. what a fucking waste. i couldn't concentrate as i ponder whether to talk to the cinema people. then my boss called me and check on stuff. i didn't mind to get out of the theatre to take the call. after the call i decided look for cinema staff to ask about the dimension (since i'm already outside). i wasted almost 15min looking for people and finally get to talk to the manager. he checked and told me it is like that, nothing is wrong. i decided to forget it, and continue with whatever i have left of the movie. my final conclusion of the movie is good visual effects but weak story. maybe also part of it is spoilt by the wrong aspect ratio and bits i missed out on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i waited for the bus. it came, stopped in front of me but i had to see it go past me because singaporeans are so inconsiderate. there was a big space in the center of the bus enough for at least 4 people to stand but nobody moved in after some considerate passengers move further into the bus. so there was such a big cramp at the entrance door and therefore the bus driver drove away. i got really pissed. and i got even more pissed cos i had to wait for 15 min for the next bus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally got home and decided maybe i shd continue with my Lost. and i got this message "This video is no longer available due to a copyright claim by PASTECOPYRIGHTHOLDER." how lucky can i get. i am stuck at the last 4 episodes of the season 2. i have nothing to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-7028448763126267728?l=rayzyn.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-8080905.post-8110438952686561061</id><published>2008-07-07T01:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T01:24:38.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been a while</title><content type='html'>it's been a long while since i last blogged. the last post was abt finally going to leave ochre for good. and now i'm already into the 3rd month at iceberg. my freelance deal is supposed to be up by this week but i might be staying on. which shall do me some good, loads more things to learn. it's like the school for post production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually today was quite sian. i was playing with my guitar when i realised the volume and tone knobs got stucked. AGAIN. this is the 2nd time. i brought it back to the place the first time and i thought i've got it fixed. but NO. the problem came back again after 2months. though i don't change my settings often, stucked knobs are not acceptable. and only 5months with me. i'm going to send it back to where i bought it again since still under warranty. if this problem arises again i might as well spend money and bring it to a tech who can do the job properly. it just upsets me to see my guitar like this. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i read the forums it seemed like other guitars had this problem but not yet seen one abt a fender guitar. i hope i've not brought back a display set -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well i shall get it fixed soon and have a chocolate now =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-8110438952686561061?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080905.post-5594128451809367661</id><published>2008-03-31T19:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T19:56:31.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello world</title><content type='html'>i'm finally getting out to take a breather. though maybe for a week, and then i'll start somewhere new. but at least i'm out! finally giving myself a bit more time. i hope the new job is slightly better, with enough rests and breaks, esp during weekends. for 6 months with almost all ur weekends taken up, it's too much. even army boys get their weekends off. we are not machines we cannot work everyday. i dunno when they'll get that idea into their head. it's not as if they work everyday. well i don't see them do that. i think i'm not ready to get tied down to a place for a long period of time. like where i am now (for the last week!). so i'll try freelance, which is what i'll be doing for this new job, for 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm enjoying myself more these last few weeks. altho everything's a mad rush, i realised how i can find time for myself or other commitments if i have to. shd have done tt long time ago, but i know i won't becos i was still new, and will try to chiong. tt's so not right. but whatever it is, it's going to be over now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;colleagues are the only ppl i'll miss. enjoyed lunches, breaks, gossips and bitching with most of them. i'd also started jamming with some of them, which is a real de-stress after a hard day's work. for allllll of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still remember i was really looking forward to working here last year this time. in a year's time i can't wait to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. so much to say. i think most of u have heard most of it haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i think i can go off soon... so see ya soon, whoever i've not seen in the longest time!&lt;div 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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-8080905.post-1708528867387935864</id><published>2008-01-04T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T17:31:25.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am annoyed</title><content type='html'>not a very good start into the 1st day of work of the new year. it seemed like any other regular day, only worse. that was yesterday. i got very very annoyed with a couple of people. do not ask me redundant question while i'm working. do not distract me with ur nonsense. do not tell me random things when i'm trying to concentrate. if you bloody well wants me to concentrate on doing ur show, then DO NOT distract me with your ridiculous remarks and $6000 bag. if somebody is irritating you, go tell them off yourself don't drag me into it. you'll leave for the day much earlier than me so stop complaining about wanting to leave early. i have another shift coming up after your shift. so stop fucking whining. it makes me cringe. and another one. do not ask me questions again and again, for the millionth time i've been repeating myself, by telling you the procedures again and again. i have a bloody long week ahead of me without any break thanks to your arrangements. all i need is not making any of my day worse. i have even more annoyance to deal with at the end of the week. i am NOT looking forward to that. so stop making your problem sound like the biggest and the most important cos every fucking show are fucking urgent at the top of my list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-1708528867387935864?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1708528867387935864/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080905.post-3414280016293053114</id><published>2007-12-09T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T11:27:36.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good times bad times</title><content type='html'>weaving through the different kinds of music, i'm currently stuck at Led Zeppelin. and now i understood why they're heroes and why a million over ppl are fighting over 20,000 tickets for their reunion concert tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i wish i wish... i wish i have time to do things that i want to do. time really flies and then you'll realise that it's been a month since you've seen a soul. everyday you'll work and work and weeks just pass by like that. i'm on my 4th day of my 10 day stretch. it's madness if nobody's going to hire another person to help me and my colleague. though this week will be slightly better cos somebody is coming back to help for a week =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if interesting things happen will you work, then it won't be so bad. =) just like one of the nights last week (hehe). and that rainy day when me and my colleagues are stuck outside funan with packets of toilet rolls scattered around us as we waited for the rain. and this coming week shall be better as well. so you'll have to constantly find things to amuse yourself or wait for things to happen to amuse you, and your long day won't be a bore. rather than constantly sulking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a whole lotta love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-3414280016293053114?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3414280016293053114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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day</title><content type='html'>suddenly the song came to me the other day at the end of my night shift. i went on to look for the song immediately. it's making me happy. it's like a nice memory that pops up in your mind and you just want to re-live it again. then when i was having supper at bk eating house just now, the song was playing on the radio. that made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm ending my night shift earlier (director was tired as well). i'm getting very tired and aching from coughing. for the past 2 weeks i've been seeing the doctor on every tuesday. so was yesterday after work. the doctor had been giving me mc for every visit. i never use it today. only today. i hope i can break the tuesday-doctor curse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i'm lying on the green grass with blue sky and white clouds above me. and i'm falling asleep with stereophonics' "have a nice day" playing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-8080905.post-3705363106452143433</id><published>2007-11-25T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T02:46:19.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Love Waits</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;True Love Waits&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll drown my beliefs&lt;br /&gt;To have you be in peace&lt;br /&gt;I'll dress like your niece&lt;br /&gt;To wash your swollen feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don't leave&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not living&lt;br /&gt;I'm just killing time&lt;br /&gt;Your tiny hands&lt;br /&gt;Your crazy kitten smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don't leave&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And true love waits&lt;br /&gt;In haunted attics&lt;br /&gt;And true love lives&lt;br /&gt;On lollipops and crisps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don't leave&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don't leave&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh thom you've got such beautiful voice, no girl will have the heart to leave.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my director was afraid i'll cough my lungs out, she decided to finish an ep faster. and i'm sitting here, happened to get stuck to this song (again). it's so nice to listen to it at night. it melts my heart everytime i hear it. radiohead's acoustics are really nice to listen to these days, esp at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-3705363106452143433?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3705363106452143433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=3705363106452143433' 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night shift, everybody else in the world seemed to sleep early, then wake up early when u're just done with the shift. when everybody's meeting up for a chat and dinner, u're working at the office; while having supper with a colleague, ppl in party/clubbing/drinking mood walks past or sits around you. suddenly u'll notice you are missing out a lot a lot. there's much catching up to do after this. for the past six months, i don't think i'd properly done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it gets scarier when you start dreaming of waveforms and fcp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's raining out there. i have my coffee here. it's cold out there, it's even colder in here. but at least a director is with me right now. some kind of human presence is always good. to keep me sane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-4645624297248925078?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080905.post-6351087702927773039</id><published>2007-10-27T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T09:47:20.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bulletproof</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;waiting for the rain to stop, waiting for the tape to be dumped out. a week of night shift has ended! it went past pretty quickly. =) coffee and toast for me every night. i think i got a little addicted to coffee. i can't seem to work well without coffee. let's just hope that this is a night thing. well, i've still got 2 more weeks to go. i think i shd be able to survive on coffee, toast, my fav baby food, and the snacks offered to me (for me to search for... they're hidden stash). they've even bought a bag of tt baby food! haha =D i think i shd start my own little treasure box too. and they will be the only few ppl who'll know abt it as well. haha i missed having a lunchtime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i shall try and stay up till 1:30 to catch the show i'm editing right now. it's always different when u watch it on tv at home, with commercials and everything. that is, if i don't fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much happened these days. i think i can only meet up with anybody properly after these night shift days. for now, i shall make full use of msn. actually nothing happening has happened to me eversince i started working. sometimes it had been weeks since i've seen anybody. but my most recent big meeting up and seeing the many many ppl was last saturday. so it's not so bad for now haha. i shall see how long this will last...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay the tape's almost done. yay! time to go home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-6351087702927773039?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6351087702927773039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=6351087702927773039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/6351087702927773039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/6351087702927773039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2007/10/bulletproof.html' title='bulletproof'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-8619667054198794020</id><published>2007-10-09T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T09:35:19.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>loving the alien</title><content type='html'>i love this song so much it aches. this is one of the many songs that have this effect on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm done with the bloody edit. it looks pretty decent i'm proud of the director and me. tt's what i call: work done. thanks much to the coffeesssssss. i'm addicted to coffee esp when i do night shift. anyway it's the end of my night shift now. i'll be gone like a wind soon. i don't want to greet anybody good morning cos tt's depressing. at least i feel much better than the past few days. i felt awful about this edit and things tt happened cos of it. miscommunication is a bitch. but it's done and i guess it's fine now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired. my bio clock is fucking screwed. i think i'll take bus and sleep all the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-8619667054198794020?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8619667054198794020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=8619667054198794020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/8619667054198794020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/8619667054198794020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2007/10/loving-alien.html' title='loving the alien'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-4770938558665241105</id><published>2007-09-25T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T22:35:01.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blue bayou</title><content type='html'>i'd just wasted my time the whole day digitising and making sure the clips are in the right format. it appears that i'd neglected checking the setup yesterday when i showed the intern how to digitise. so now in turn, i have to waste my edit slot for today. i'm still sitting here waiting for the tapes to be digitised in the right format. might as well. better than finding out problems after editing the whole thing. that will be hell. meanwhile i wondered how to finish the edit by tml. that is according to the schedule. but i know since forever, that the schedule can never be accurate (but then again, what's new?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am going to treasure these 2 weeks of work. all the interns are leaving within these two weeks. i think i will miss them. they had been the motivation to drag myself out of bed every morning to work, and feel the dread when i get scheduled night shifts. haha. we can always cover up our stress by talking and laughing about it. that's what i liked most about lunch. we'll always look forward to lunch and have more discussion about where to eat than doing the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also the bitch fest in my edit suite. we can close the door so the ppl outside won't be able to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the office will be so cold and barren when they leave. i think the motivation next time will probably be finishing up work on time so that i can go home early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more tape to go... i think i'll go home by bus. dun want to stay late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-4770938558665241105?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4770938558665241105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=4770938558665241105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/4770938558665241105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/4770938558665241105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2007/09/blue-bayou.html' title='blue bayou'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-3009368701996514530</id><published>2007-09-06T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T16:18:58.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet solos</title><content type='html'>finally i have free time at work. waiting ard for feedbacks, burning dvds, taking my time to do packaging. and blogging. i blog when i'm stressed or when i'm bored. now is the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was quite an awful day for me. i got a little food poisoning/ indigestion/ chronic stress (according to wikipedia). diarrhoe whole day, and spoilt the movie date with danielle. but wendy and haslindah couldn't make it so probably we'll catch it together another day? during dinner, she ate while i vomitted. but i definitely felt better after throwing up. headache went away, and i can eat. probably it's thanks to the green tea at sakae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought a magazine to treat myself. slash made my day =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later i shall go chocolate shopping with a colleague. another treat for myself haha. so much excuses to treat myself. maybe i need to get a cd as another treat. and some new clothes. maybe i'll do so this weekend. i've been pushing back my shopping expeditions for 2 months. i have yet shop properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-3009368701996514530?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3009368701996514530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'>crumbs</title><content type='html'>long delayed deadlines not done pushes back everything. they are all building up in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to make things worse, electronics stuff don't go along well with me. it's almost like there's an aura ard me which makes computers and softwares to hang or slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm getting tired. i guess that's cos i had not have the chance to stop and reflect after graduation. i went straight into the next phase (working life) too quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i can still hang on and not drop dead earlier than that retarded discreet edit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-9166971314969941345?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/9166971314969941345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=9166971314969941345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/9166971314969941345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/9166971314969941345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2007/09/bread-crumbs.html' title='crumbs'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-3608739325916116135</id><published>2007-08-17T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T01:51:10.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the 24 hrs shift</title><content type='html'>i'm trying my best not to fall asleep as i strive to go on for another hour more or so. that's why i'm entertaining myself with itunes and this blog. i've still got a little bit more to go... my handphone batt has just died. it's like a part of yourself is gone or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fell asleep as i was trying to find a clip from the timeline. as i tapped on the keyboard and get things done to the timeline, i wondered if it's in a dream or reality. i jerked awake when i realised i'm still supposed to find that particular shot, while the director sat next to me sms-ing and waiting for me to put that clip in. i asked him if i'd done any changes he said he heard me tap a lot on the keyboard. and i wonder if i did productive changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had not gone home since wednesday noon till now which is a friday 1:30 am. i can't be bothered with travelling time. a nice clean shirt is enough to refresh me. finally the bosses realised i'm overworking. thanks to the fact that i'm the only surviving editor for this week. but i have to thank my upperstudy to take on the role of editor again to help me out. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fell asleep in the afternoon and almost fell off my chair when i dreamt of slipping while shopping at a mall. my fingers were positioned nicely on the keyboard to prepare to select and trim. i woke up tapping a series of buttons of my keyboard keys combination. i'd almost hit the delete button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the previous early early morning half hour sleep had me dream of explosions and collisions. both of which i'd almost fell off my chair as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i think i shd get back and do something about the trailer's date thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-3608739325916116135?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080905.post-3603513842603149876</id><published>2007-08-05T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T00:04:51.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>loving the alien</title><content type='html'>how can some songs just make you want to listen to them even more every single time? i've not wasted money on this velvet revolver cd. i think it's nice to keep a few good cds in ur cupboard once in a while. it also makes me feel better. but surprisingly i have yet owned a radiohead cd. hmm maybe i'm just waiting for the sale haha. and i'm waiting for their new album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've caught baybeats for the past 2 days. it wasn't as good as the past years. i don't feel the loss of not watching. maybe it's because i didn't know the bands. only performance i've enjoyed was plain sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i stood waiting around with danielle, a stampede marched past us towards this smaller stage in esplanade park. plain sunset deserved the big stage at makansutra. but anyway, it's enjoyable since i'd known some of their songs. it was fun. you see ppl moshing. the mosh pit is the entire enclosed area where they have to get past the bag checking people. the location for this stage is almost like in a movie, catching an underground gig kind of feeling, cos you have to walk under this bridge and all the traffic busy above you. everytime i walked under the bridge, i'd imagined a crane from top to bottom of the bridge then dolly in or something, to the stage area. then i'm standing up there with a tele or a les paul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a jam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-3603513842603149876?l=rayzyn.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-8080905.post-1599557812832539041</id><published>2007-06-12T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T12:18:30.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monday blues</title><content type='html'>yesterday's monday blues. i hate mondays sometimes. i was late for work. but i didn't have much to do when i arrive anyway. was waiting for stuff so that i can start. but i hate mondays still. i woke up late, at the time that i'm supposed to get out of house. but i did not cab down. i hate the traffic at cte. and when i finally started, i kept missing shots. so i had to digitise again and again, cos i did not find out where everything was. plus the intern is very sick so i did not want to bother her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm waiting to have lunch, waiting for tapes to be digitised, acting busy by staying in my room rather than loitering outside. office today is much quieter. most of the interns went for shoot. (ie most of the usual lunch kakis not around) so all the interns gone, left with like maybe 2 of us of the usual lunch group. wonder where to eat. it's bloody raining out there. i r not feel like walking anywhere. i'm wrapped with a jacket and a sweater now haha... it's so cold here, with 2 aircons blowing at my back at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, yesterday's monday blues. i thought i could finish by evening. but i was wrong. i stayed till midnight. i could not see the edit in my head, so i had a hard time piecing everything up. plus with the digitising that i need to keep on doing. i could only sit down with the director by evening to watch the 2 scenes. i took the whole afternoon to edit 2 scenes. tt's taking a very long time. and i got the sequence slightly wrong too. but i'm taking over from another editor so it wasn't easy for me i guess. then i took the night to finalising the edit with the director and tried to cut down shots. but we were too stoned to continue. and we decided to stop, since the director has a shoot the next day anyway. then came the news that i need to work weekends. possibly weekendSSS. and i thought i have another 4 day week again. then i went for teh late and i went home bloody late too. mood was bloody dampened too. and tt's not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, there shall be some rainbow after the rain so it won't be so bad after all.. hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-1599557812832539041?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1599557812832539041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=1599557812832539041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/1599557812832539041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/1599557812832539041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2007/06/monday-blues.html' title='monday blues'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-1534367055775852719</id><published>2007-05-05T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T11:25:41.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blue train</title><content type='html'>it sucks to end your day when you can't have a comfortable journey home. it makes the day worse than it already is. tt was last night. a day's work doing other projects when i've got another deadline to catch up. i think the scheduling is fucked. everything else was squeezed into a day. how the hell can i finish up what i have to do. fuck the plans i tried to organise myself to do for the day. what makes it worse is that i'm still adjusting and i'm bloody slow. i've just got used to one system, then i was switched to another. just when i've got used to working at night, i'm put to working in the day. and now i'm used to working in the day, i have to get used to working at night for the next couple of weeks. but tt's okay. as i struggled with the keyboard and mouse, the directors (for different projects) are quite patient. maybe they think i'm an intern. most ppl do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after staring at 3 screens for almost 10 hrs, i went groggy eyed and stoned as i sat around waiting for my colleague to have dinner (or supper?) together. then after we're almost done eating, an intern came and told us the mrt (clarke quay) is not available. i decided to walk to raffles place mrt. what makes it even more depressing for me is walking past ppl sitting outside the pubs drinking, having fun and looking forward to a bright weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the mrt, 2 stinky old men sat next to me, one on each side. it is one of my worst ride home. but i want to sit cos i'm lazy to stand. so i just sat through the journey. luckily they left halfway through my journey. their smell lingered on for awhile. it makes me feel like i'm surrounded by bad aura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i'm sitting at the office, digitising tapes. outside is bright and sunny. long john silver is quite tempting from outside the window. i think i'm alone in the office. though i thought i heard sound coming from outside. okay i shall stop now the laptop is lagging like hell. this laptop had been making my day bad each day.  bye now... asian kungfu generation will entertain me for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-1534367055775852719?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1534367055775852719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=1534367055775852719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/1534367055775852719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/1534367055775852719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2007/05/blue-train.html' title='blue train'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-3402908881827273644</id><published>2007-05-01T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T02:32:41.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yo spidey</title><content type='html'>yes indeed i'm proud to have a free ticket to catch spiderman 3 today (30th apr). given by the boss. i went with my other colleagues who got the tickets too. it was a huge theatre. i beamed as i sat there, on the row with a paper stuck to the side saying "reserved". we didn't care who it's reserved for... we just want centre seats. and anyways the sides are filled up (surprisingly). the special effects or whatever is enough to get u to sit up. esp so during the parts when spiderman swings around , or when he fights. fast fast cuts. some characters remind me of some other character from some other film though. but i won't say which if not it's not fun for ppl who've not watch it yet. you watch it for special effects, and special effects. i don't know but that's how i feel as the credits roll and ppl filing out of the theatre. was a little disappointed when ppl starts to leave the theatre at the last scene before the credits appear. what an insult to the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-3402908881827273644?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3402908881827273644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=3402908881827273644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/3402908881827273644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/3402908881827273644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2007/05/yo-spidey.html' title='yo spidey'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-753519154290992061</id><published>2007-01-28T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T19:52:42.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no longer hear the music</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K1RkJSU29B0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K1RkJSU29B0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pete Doherty (music when the light goes out) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How odd to cut to a top view, with the dolly, cameraman and assistant in shot. but it was a beautiful song sung, from one of the libertines album. it's a pity they've broken up. such beautiful talents. despite the split he had brought this kind music to another band babyshambles so there'll still be sightings and sounds of him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2 more weeks to the deadline. i'm glad there had been a week extension if not i won't be sitting here typing away calmly. i'll leave the panics for next week. feeling so tired and lethargic. i thought i had enough sleep. i didn't feel like continuing to shop after my sis left early yesterday. i went home early. the earliest i've came home since a long time. maybe i had needed this time to spend time at home, gearing up for the next 2 weeks of madness in the protools, endless looping of dialogue and fatigue in my ears. maybe i'll sleep early tonight again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hope everything goes well. really. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-753519154290992061?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/753519154290992061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=753519154290992061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/753519154290992061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/753519154290992061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2007/01/no-longer-hear-music.html' title='no longer hear the music'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-4900914351085713515</id><published>2007-01-12T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T12:53:30.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>obsessions</title><content type='html'>obsessions with chinese opera these days made me dreamt of chinese opera. i'd been wanting to recreate a warming up sequence which failed badly in the first two tries. it failed cos people who heard it will ended up laughing hysterically. that includes myself too. i hope the third one that i did a few days back is not so bad. i'm probably going to listen to it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i ended up dreaming that i was at some shoot, the location happened to be near a chinese opera performance. i was telling someone (forgot who but some sound people) excitedly, "hey! since we've got the location sound equipment, maybe i can take some of the chinese opera sound..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my dream changed location to some shopping mall. i don't know what happens to the shoot. i was probably teleported to a new location when i mentioned i want to record the chinese opera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-4900914351085713515?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4900914351085713515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=4900914351085713515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/4900914351085713515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/4900914351085713515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2007/01/obsessions.html' title='obsessions'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-7898996083670049572</id><published>2007-01-11T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T14:14:32.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zca675DCqq4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zca675DCqq4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Life is a Highway by Rascal Flatts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(love Cars. one of the cutest film. and this's the theme song!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018650195126673394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rpbUAbDdlfU/RaXTwzR4X_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/PDKarrFjRU0/s320/lightning+and+mater.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mater and Lighting McQueen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard that the story is kind of a true story about a small town, which had been catering to the needs of drivers who would like to stop over for a night. this small town eventually is not needed after a new expressway is built, so cars don't need to come by this small town anymore. cars get to travel to their destination faster by the expressway. the small town lost a lot of business. and this is depicted in this film, when a customer (a car) happens to come by, all the shop owners (they're cars as well) rushes out to do promotions. oh well, go watch the film if u haven't. it's like another Bug's Life film, where the story leaves a lingering impression on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018650293910921218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rpbUAbDdlfU/RaXT2jR4YAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TVJBn2ckedE/s320/co2B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018650392695169042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rpbUAbDdlfU/RaXT8TR4YBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/CnUcakvJ6r8/s320/2006_cars_wallpaper_010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and this is Guido, he had a story by himself. it makes people proud of him. yes, he's my favourite =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;seems like there isn't much stuff for me to blog about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-7898996083670049572?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7898996083670049572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=7898996083670049572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/7898996083670049572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/7898996083670049572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2007/01/cars.html' title='Cars'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rpbUAbDdlfU/RaXTwzR4X_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/PDKarrFjRU0/s72-c/lightning+and+mater.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080905.post-8174045433883691098</id><published>2007-01-08T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T00:50:06.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>catch me if i can</title><content type='html'>anyways been watching some films on tv at home during this weekend. other than that i've finished keying in the opera songs into midi format. which sounds really robotic and really like shit as well. also trying to fit the song with different chinese instruments. to my great disappointment for some of the patches. i realised i still have to record playing those notes physically in sch. but isn't it even better to have musician play it for recording instead? saves all the trouble and the lives of brain cells. so is there anybody out there who happenes to play erhu or knows ppl who plays erhu? i see myself faltering working on whatever i'm working on and not getting much out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that the birthday plannings are over, it definitely gives me more time to get things done. i'll just comfort myself about the fact that at least i have the notes out. and then? yeah and then i'll have to piece everything nicely somehow. i dun think i enjoyed the birthday thing that much come to think of it. maybe it's just the diarrhoea. well, i still think it didn't turn out that bad at all. in fact it was great fun. i would agree to that if i had felt better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i enjoyed the lives of the characters in the films more than my own. but then again, all because of some stupid songs and music?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only i knew how to play erhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, catch me if i can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-8174045433883691098?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8174045433883691098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=8174045433883691098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/8174045433883691098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/8174045433883691098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2007/01/catch-me-if-i-can.html' title='catch me if i can'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-116701278900973460</id><published>2006-12-25T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T01:38:52.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>path of neo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6494/530/1600/486052/Picture0322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6494/530/320/621893/Picture0322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; took a picture of the cover of this game while at work... finally found the picture to describe path of neo, tho i can always take from internet... anyways, this game was sold a day after i took the pic... no more neo =( i shd have ogle at the game manual a bit... now the copy left doesn't have a manual. tried the game a while, stealth action i think but i never play for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, spending this year's christmas at the shop... it wasn't so bad as i thought it might turn out to be (miserably lonely looking at ppl walking around happily celebrating christmas)... in fact i feel like a santa making ppl happy when they get the games or game systems they want. a santa cos they could find the stuff they want from me. =D still, they have to pay by themselves of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a noisy yet a quiet christmas. it's noisy with the crowd and especially with the little children running around shouting screaming crying laughing to be heard. but it's quiet sitting here in the comfort of my home typing on this blog, continuing where i left off in the morning. "oh lately it's so quiet, in this place " [OK Go] but then again who cares. i've never celebrated christmas anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D2llonevdKs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D2llonevdKs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"she moves in her own way" by the kooks (first song i heard from them; nicer song) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gQNpZuMC3HQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gQNpZuMC3HQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"eddie's guns" by the kooks (more interesting to watch) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and those british accents =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays let's have a merry christmas everybody!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-116701278900973460?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/116701278900973460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=116701278900973460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/116701278900973460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/116701278900973460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2006/12/path-of-neo.html' title='path of neo'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-116455639844727448</id><published>2006-11-26T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T08:23:34.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Production Shoot: Hua Dan</title><content type='html'>8 days of shoot and tt's finally over!!! tiring but fruitful ... the worry now is on how everything look like... i think i'll only start to worry my head off by january. by then i have to do sound design... loads of hours in front of the protools till the tso devils chase me off, skipped lunches and late dinners, feasting on junk food, very very cold room... just like those editing and audio post days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i been wanting to post pictures during the days of shoots on this blog but they can't seemed to load. but it works now after resizing them... here they are, the selected few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6494/530/320/127612/IMG_1781%20%28small%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SLATE !!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6494/530/320/980862/IMG_1601%20%28small%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the beloved cart named serials, shared between the sound and camera department&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/320/IMG_1582%20%28small%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how the shared cart is being used&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/320/IMG_1605%20%28small%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my audio setup&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6494/530/320/91643/IMG_1606%20%28small%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;boom in frame&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6494/530/320/790285/IMG_1631%20%28small%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the sound department slacks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(department sounds like a huge team but the truth is there are only 2 ppl in it) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/320/IMG_1647%20%28small%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hua dan crew (reelway pictures) - minus one member who was packing her props&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(me sound, francis producer, adam director, louis DP, khien editor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/320/IMG_1689%20%28small%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Super 16 film camera&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/320/IMG_1592%20%28small%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the unplanned same shirt day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/320/IMG_1666%20%28small%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the many equipments... this is just part of it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/320/IMG_1790%20%28small%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;overnight shoot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/320/IMG_1688%20%28small%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the day the camera went out of the window&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/320/IMG_1791%20%28small%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the many cutters used&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/320/IMG_1821%20%28small%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the challenge to load the lorry everyday at the end of shoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/320/IMG_1746%20%28small%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and no, we are not making a horror film &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/320/IMG_1751%20%28small%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this instead (that's a crew and a cast) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;these are the selected ones... suddenly i don't feel that my own shoot is over. but then again, felt more relaxed now that the shoot is over and that i'm helping out with another group. and this group that i'm helping out shall be the last production shoot i'm having in school. i end off with the same role that i took on in the first production shoot (location video) i ever had: boom operator. maybe i'll have more photos to post by then =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-116455639844727448?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/116455639844727448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=116455639844727448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/116455639844727448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/116455639844727448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2006/11/production-shoot-hua-dan.html' title='Production Shoot: Hua Dan'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-116084999827260634</id><published>2006-10-15T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T02:26:40.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prettiest Star</title><content type='html'>tagboard's not working... bye bye tagboard... at least the comments thing is still working... i deleted the tagboard cos it's super irritating to have to click cancel twice everytime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busyness with ibp... abt time i guess... how i wish i remain a student forever... regretting the moments where i spent napping in class, while free movies are being screened at class every week... but then again, some of them are black and white and they don't look appealing. if not it's cos of pure tiredness. this's the last semester... no more classes. have to concentrate fully on the project instead. it makes it almost like real working situation. sometimes i wonder if i'm really ready for the working world. cos i like being a student. but then again, no money makes it tougher to live. i guess this is the most expensive course around, and the need to invest the most amount of money in. but at least i enjoy what i do. talk about satisfaction from hard work. if hard work is really being put into it that is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the prettiest star for the night sky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's a video of a russian opera singer Vitas. a 25 year old with striking cuteness. and he plays piano =) too bad i can't understand anything that he sings. apparently the ppl in china love him. and ppl are amazed by the notes he hits. anyways here it is enjoy! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Opera 2 - Vitas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3BuRP4Wu-qM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3BuRP4Wu-qM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-116084999827260634?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/116084999827260634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=116084999827260634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/116084999827260634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/116084999827260634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2006/10/prettiest-star.html' title='Prettiest Star'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-115941861407400916</id><published>2006-09-28T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T12:43:34.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>small things</title><content type='html'>reviving many many things again. many many things i've loved to do, but had to stop. becos i'm busy. but why's there so much things to do? i can't understand. you can't understand anything once you're not as busy. just giving a small little time, why had it been so hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not working today cos there's ibp talk later in sch. so tt means i have some rest time for myself. i've started drawing again. drawing swirly trippin' candies. i've just practised songs for jam later. i'm jamming later. it's been a long time since i did any of these things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been talking to disabled people a lot these days. i think some of them made me happier, in their own way, that i don't think they know they have the ability to do so. looking at a simple drawing of a flower given to me by a cerebral palsy patient, it's amazing to see that they are doing things they love despite their disability. she is able to paint with her right hand only. even she still have a mindset of a child, she is still strong, having gone through her rough early part of her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of them are the most polite people i've seen. tt's the other lady i've not met but talked to over phone. she lived her life in her own cheerful way... it's like there's no trouble, other than her disability that's hindering her. if she had to tell me something early in the morning, she'll said good morning and apologise for msging so early, then her msg. maybe cos we're like strangers but her politeness made me want to be polite to her. tt time i had flu when i called her. she asked whether i'm sick and i said yeah. she told me drink more water and take care of myself. these small actions... sometimes many people like me might overlook in life. becos they will think that they have other things better to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways, one more week left of work... just hope to finish up as much as possible. it's tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah go to &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/trippincandies"&gt;www.myspace.com/trippincandies&lt;/a&gt; haha we've got one of our song playing over there... we'll work more on improving it... but then meanwhile... enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-115941861407400916?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/115941861407400916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=115941861407400916' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/115941861407400916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/115941861407400916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2006/09/small-things.html' title='small things'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080905.post-115885902274435824</id><published>2006-09-21T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T02:10:59.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's about work too</title><content type='html'>unlike peggy, i can only do things like blogging after work. and if blogging is about work, i doubt i should do that in full view to anybody walking around. msn is almost risky. listening to music is also risky. these things that keep me alive and happy at work are risky. i learned to find reasons to walk around more often. proud to do so. but i believe i get ppl staring and wondering if i'm doing my work at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;politics in office too. human and human. i shall just listen. politics about the office too. how interestingly things is going around the place. and i discovered my own view about things and people too. but the everybody will just go on as if nothing is wrong. with a smile too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just doing intern for 5 weeks. how come i feel like there's so many things i seemed to need to do? things didn't go on so well for the informal interviews as i would expect, couldn't find as much potential interviewee as i seemed to have searched for all the possible associations that's around, i've to do an audition which i seemed to be left hanging, people too busy to confirm stuff with me, things i didn't know until someone else tell me when i was supposed to be in charged of it (can't blame also cos she oversees me but i'm absolutely fine with her), unreplied emails that makes me wonder if those associations are still alive, empty promises zero replies, and some others which i can't remember what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if don't want trouble to look for potential interviewees, then just reply back and tell me that, so that i don't have to keep wondering and waiting until i finish my internship. i open google everyday and type in keywords and get useless sites in return. they never reply. no matter how wonderful they talk about their association, they never reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm disliking pre-production more and more. it makes me love the little shoots that i had on tuesday and wednesday, and dislike the thursday that i came in for work. the shoot was tiring and frustrating at first, but at least i was doing something i enjoy, even though things did fuck up on my side but was able to resolve. maybe it's just pre-pro, or maybe it's just the work i'm being assigned, it wasn't fun at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some other smallest things that adds on to the stuff i have to worry about. and recently the way certain things are done that makes me wonder more. it adds up, i cannot pin-point exactly what though. (pls dun be too sensitive abt the above 2 sentences. if your conscience is clear, then it's surely not you.) all the small things that adds up. feel free to clarify with me first. never fucking assume. i hate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been such a long time since i watched the martial arts serial. i'm missing it more and more. and it's been such a long time since i played guitar. i can't seemed to find the time to find ernie ball super slinky. i'm seriously longing for some break. i think i need some love. hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-115885902274435824?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/115885902274435824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=115885902274435824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/115885902274435824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/115885902274435824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-about-work-too.html' title='it&apos;s about work too'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-115846763144707962</id><published>2006-09-17T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T12:33:51.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no jokes - fact (HHH, 0:38)</title><content type='html'>suddenly i'm blogging. there dun seemed to be much going on ard me other than work. and work revolves ard researching. and while researching, it's msn chats and itunes. plus sending out loads of emails that will require patience for a reply. and phonecalls. morning phone calls to ppl seemed to be a curse for me. nothing good will come out from those morning phone calls. occasionally running out for delivery services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and once, a stroll to marina sqaure after alighting too early, not without walking past the high court where millions of policemen are loitering ard, holding onto rifles. no eye contact. dun maintain eye contact with them. they might think you are looking at them suspiciously in every kind of eye contact and dun be surprised if they "shoot you down". as i walked past them i was justing waiting for the moment where one of them will swing his rifle into my path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my path. also the path of neo. other than it being my path, or Neo (keanu reeves) path, or anything else, it's also a path of new. gonna watch matrix later at 7:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then as i crossed the road, i was also waiting for the moment where they will come running after me and charge me for crossing the road illegally. but hell, they blocked the traffic light path, there's no access to the lights. i got across the road. no poundering footsteps behind me. i was glad. the heaviness lifted off. i swear it wasn't easy breathing as you walk through them. the air was different in a way. maybe it's because there's too many of them. and it was a lonely pavement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strategic position. tt's where i'm sitting in the office. i'd like to believe i'm sitting in the middle of the whole office. but then again there don't seemed to be any other places that i can take. the boss office is right in front of me. and the office is made of glass. ie he can see me and the rest of the office. i can't see the face of the other boss cos she is blocked by a small piece of wood that was part of the design. i can't see her = she can't see me. the producer whom i was doing researching for is directly behind me. my laptop is positioned in the riskiest position. she's able to see what i'm doing. she's so near me that she can tap on my shoulder when i didn't hear her calling out for me. well, i had earphones stuck in my ear tt's why. so many a times i can't hear much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rubbish bin is at my feet. it stinks. seriously stinks esp over the weekend if ppl choose to eat dumplings and hor fun in the office. and the water cooler is behind me. i just need to twist around to drink from it. so everybody needs to access to these points every day. since the cooler is behind me, everybody have a clear view of my laptop screen as they fill their cups or bottles. everybody and i mean everybody. the bosses esp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess it wasn't all that bad cos the ppl there are friendly. some of us shared the same "hardships". heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingle jangle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-115846763144707962?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/115846763144707962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=115846763144707962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/115846763144707962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/115846763144707962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2006/09/no-jokes-fact-hhh-038.html' title='no jokes - fact (HHH, 0:38)'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-115609501595857636</id><published>2006-08-21T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T01:30:15.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the time has come</title><content type='html'>wat a sad news to read today at &lt;a href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com"&gt;www.ultimate-guitar.com&lt;/a&gt;, under this link &lt;a href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/news/general_music_news/ultimate-guitarcom_the_last_stand.html"&gt;http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/news/general_music_news/ultimate-guitarcom_the_last_stand.html&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently there's some stupid law in US tt guitar tabs being posted in these guitar tabs website has something to do with copyright infringment (tt's so &lt;strong&gt;media law&lt;/strong&gt;) and tabs are demanded to be taken down. it's very sad cos many of the big guitar tabs providing websites are now tabless, like in &lt;a href="http://www.mxtabs.com"&gt;www.mxtabs.com&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.guitartabs.com"&gt;www.guitartabs.com&lt;/a&gt;, among the few. personally i usually search for tabs at ultimate-guitar, but sometimes certain tabs sounds wrong so i'll have to go to these other sites like mxtabs. but i haven't been to these other sites for quite some time and it's only today tt i found out about this copyright problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mxtabs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Due to recent controversy regarding the legality of free guitar tablature on the Internet, MXtabs is temporarily unable to display this guitar tablature. We hope to be able to offer guitar tablature again in the very near future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you would like to support MXtabs in the meantime, please visit the new music review and music news site, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sputnikmusic.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sputnik Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, which was formed out of the community forums.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this link shows us the letters between the site and the law &lt;a href="http://www.guitartabs.com/nmpa.php"&gt;http://www.guitartabs.com/nmpa.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but but but ultimate-guitar is not affected cos it's based in russia! i've always thot it's from the US. luckily it's not! haha =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-115609501595857636?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/115609501595857636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=115609501595857636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/115609501595857636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/115609501595857636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2006/08/time-has-come.html' title='the time has come'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-115575161904415214</id><published>2006-08-17T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T02:06:59.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>picturespicturespictures!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/1600/IMG_0945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/320/IMG_0945.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just uploaded the pictures from the dinner with habib on the night before he left for further studies in the US onto my laptop. anyone who wants it can msg me on msn and i'll just send it over! but most of the pics are quite shaky, cos the flash wasn't on in order to save battery. but still, it's better than nothing heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still haven't finish the assignment for music for pic, doc pro editing, advance audio post. but after this week i shd be able to concentrate on exam. i hope today is the last night that i'll have to stay up to finish up the music for pic. pointbreakhorse5.1pointbreakhorse5.1pointbreakhorse5.1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and peggy went to the supermarket at beauty world in search for icecream just now, and we came across a little boy who was bouncing around happily and caught sight of us (just as we caught sight of him). we waved and smiled at him and he waved and smiled back. then he walked towards us, stop directly in front of me (which made peggy quite sad), looked up at me and smile. i was surprised by the fact that he wasn't shy at all and not afraid of strangers. he cheered me up. kids have always been able to make me happier. i dunno why. like the little girls and little kids who catch u by surprise by smiling at you. they dun have any worries so they just want to be happy and hope that others will be happy too. tt's simple =) i still remember the boy's smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-115575161904415214?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/115575161904415214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=115575161904415214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/115575161904415214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/115575161904415214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2006/08/picturespicturespictures.html' title='picturespicturespictures!!!'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-115547693002221756</id><published>2006-08-13T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T21:57:44.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thevinesthevinesthevines</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/1600/annabelle3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/320/annabelle3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No man or woman is worth your tears, and the one who is, won't make you cry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;received a chain letter thing. these are probably one of the few sentenses that seemed to make sense. this love thing, in every way, seemed so subjective. but like the chorus of the vines' song, called f.t.w., it makes sense too:&lt;br /&gt;c'mon fuck the world~~~&lt;br /&gt;c'mon fuck the world~~~&lt;br /&gt;c'mon fuck the world~~~&lt;br /&gt;c'mon fuck the world~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this they keep repeating over and over so you cannot say you dunno how to sing the chorus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their lyrics have no boundaries in terms of how many times they swear over and over. and they sounded quite angry. but somehow, i still like. reminds me of the hives, whose lyrics are worse. i dun even understand what they singing about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other song, called fuck yeh, with a shorter lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah ma ma my baby&lt;br /&gt;Yeah ma ma my girl&lt;br /&gt;Yeah ma ma my baby&lt;br /&gt;You'll never rule the earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ain't the real world&lt;br /&gt;It ain't a fuckin' thing&lt;br /&gt;People are full of hurl&lt;br /&gt;And so are all their friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah ma ma my baby&lt;br /&gt;Yeah ma ma my girl&lt;br /&gt;Yeah ma ma my baby&lt;br /&gt;You'll never rule the earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of a kind&lt;br /&gt;Three ain't a pair&lt;br /&gt;Real love were blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-115547693002221756?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/115547693002221756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=115547693002221756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/115547693002221756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/115547693002221756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2006/08/thevinesthevinesthevines.html' title='thevinesthevinesthevines'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-115523724428965173</id><published>2006-08-11T02:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T03:14:04.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>audiovisualfatigue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/1600/annabelle7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/320/annabelle7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; as usual, i'm rushing for something tt's gg to due tml tt's y i'm blogging cos i'm quite bored. this time i'm rushing for audio test which is going to happen in 7 hrs time and i have loads of stuff to read. only tt i can't concentrate after i went to drink soup. can't concentrate after my ma shut down my sis's laptop to sleep. she was playing some mahjong game which served as a distraction for me as my eyes will occasionally roll to the left to peek. but still i must say i had studied quite a lot even with the game on over there than right now. but it had been quite tiring tho i'm not tt sleepy yet. i hope i can finish skimming thru at least before i sleep. so that i can sleep in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/1600/IMG_0637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/320/IMG_0637.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;just checked the resfest website, in hope of seeing unrest being listed. but it was not. oh well, at least it had the standard that the school was confident to send it in for a competition/festival. and i can write tt in the cv. very impt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be helping the slip ends afp group do the audio post with peggy later. by today (fri). the time frame is quite confusing for me right now. it's dark yet it's already the other day. anyways, i attempted to do so hip hop tracks in sch just now. it's quite laughable as i had zero knowledge of the theory of hip hop music. i just followed the beats and what i think was conventional. but got the help from john as he tried to enlighten me with the types of hip hop and characteristics. what a crash course. i hope i'll be able to produce something better later. umm maybe after sleep. i really hope i can wake up later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-115523724428965173?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/115523724428965173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=115523724428965173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/115523724428965173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/115523724428965173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2006/08/audiovisualfatigue.html' title='audiovisualfatigue'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-115484986046381617</id><published>2006-08-06T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T17:05:28.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>npidolnpidolnpidol</title><content type='html'>went home damn late on friday night (which is a saturday morning) cos went to help out at np idol. shd have went off with julie and peggy but i was holding onto moneys$s$s and tickets and keys so i tot i might just stay a bit as i look at the people scurrying downstairs. who would have time for me? so i was already at 2nd level, i started to coil wire, as olivia climbed underneath 2nd level on the row of seats, trying to pull some wires free as i pull the wires up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed most part of the show, only managed to catch the jazz guy, Nathan singing and the winner announcement, which we managed to catch after we decided to pack up and shift our things and go up to level 2. julie was saying the other day as we looked at the np idol poster at the lift lobby, that we might actually asked the nathan guy for a ticket on the day since we'll be at the reception counter. and true enough, on that day, julie asked nathan for ticket as he tried to climbed into the reception area over the barricade behind me, illegally. i didn't even notice him, cos i can't recognise his face. so i can't be bothered and continued selling the tickets. it was julie who asked him for a ticket when she caught sight of him climbing over. but then again, he's got a good voice. hope that he will be seen often as the host claimed. such a young talent, and i saw chin boo nodding his head to the music, smiling happily. must be good music since he's a jazz drummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking abt chin boo, i haven't start on his assignment yet... haha hmmm well have to do it tml no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then after the np idol, everybody's shagged and tired, but we still went to KAP for a meal! who can say no to free food? tho i can't really finish. i think i ate too much fries. me john joel and royston had 5 packs of fries cos we refused to pass mutton his share. plus we had ice cream as 'first course'. so at my side of the table, all the jokes are about mutton. i think there was a time some joke abt mutton travelled from the other side of the table to my side. i think it was about smoking armpit hair. only jokes on mutton have the ability to circulate so far and such a long time. he should be proud of it. and the table is made up to nearly 10 tables, each taking 2 people. mutton had to share table with tat and mail. HOOOORRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/1600/lightning%20and%20mater.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/320/lightning%20and%20mater.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;anyways forgot to mention, the goodies bags are very good this time. there's chips, vouchers (eh i dun find it useful haha), pimple cream and mineral water. there's snapple and prerrier (how to spell?) to be picked up at the entrance area. managed to get one snapple to drink. peach. there's little car pictures from cars in the chips bag. haha just finished watching cars a few days ago so i still feel for cars. quite cute actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and one more thing... the np idol ppl gave us (me, peggy and julie) a keychain with our names on it, each... haha i like it... looks really pretty... =D amazed by how the guy cut our names in such complicated fonts. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, i enjoyed myself a lot, even if we're just sitting outside talking to each other, exclaiming in american accent, demanding to see the stamps on the people's hands everytime they try to enter, laughing at people tried every single door cos every single one of them are locked except for one, listening to danny's plan to put the barricade at the only door which is unlocked and opened and claimed tt ppl who are smart will see the barricade. actually tt plan didn't really succeed cos ppl still tried to open every other doors. me and peggy laughed at danny's attempt to place one more barricade and almost slipped in the process. he regained his posture in the most gracious way, like an ice skater. and act blur, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i shd stop... quite a shit load of stuff to read hahaha! thx for making this far cya!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-115484986046381617?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/115484986046381617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=115484986046381617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/115484986046381617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/115484986046381617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2006/08/npidolnpidolnpidol.html' title='npidolnpidolnpidol'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-115453983147826090</id><published>2006-08-03T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T01:37:46.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bus ride home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/1600/IMG_0833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/320/IMG_0833.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've thought i've had enuff sleep to make up for the time loss last week while i chiong my assignments. but i'm wrong. i've been sleeping on the bus till i need to be awaken by other passengers or the bus driver. once, i almost missed my last feeder bus home. luckily the bus driver woke me up, and as i step out of the bus i saw the feeder bus closing its doors, so i stretched out my arm and luckily, the bus driver stopped the bus and let me board. a few days back, i slept past my stop home, so i decided to just take the ride all the way to the interchange, and back again. wasted 20mins in that meantime. just now, i was sitting at the outer seat and i decided to sleep again. the bus jerks a bit and so did i. i jerked sideways and almost fell off the seat. but i decided to act as if i was going to sit inside. and continued to sleep. probably i wasn't able to wake up at the right time cos i was listening to radio. or maybe i'm really very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had some irritating old auntie with lion king hairstyle sitting at the front ranting madly on the phone. i could hear her clearly even with the earphone on. according to what i hear, i think some one said something wrong or made assumption and she thinks it's not right. so tt's the whole point which she kept repeating over and over, just changing a few terms here and there. and she kept on ranting as i slipped in and out of sleep. and to think the songs played is going to accompany me home with a pleasant ride. how wrong am i again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished logging the tapes from the doc pro shoot. need to start digitising. realised i don't have much time left for editing. and i don't have much time left for music for picture composition too. and i have zero idea to what kind of rhythm or tune i want. and tt sucks. i can't even bring myself to start something on fruity loops. i shd most likely get inspired and compose at home. normally ideas start coming to me after 12 midnight. oh well. it's due next thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i shd be sleeping now. and hope to wake up early tml morning to get some tune out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-115453983147826090?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/115453983147826090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=115453983147826090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/115453983147826090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/115453983147826090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2006/08/bus-ride-home.html' title='bus ride home'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-115428387337882938</id><published>2006-07-31T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T02:28:14.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/1600/fruit&amp;sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/320/fruit%26sky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was doing IS the whole day today... i'm incharged of the calendar. so first i remove the pics from the template rh gave me, arrange the format, then find quotes, then find pics, then put them with the dates and stuff. i been doing it since noon. cos i woke up late. and i'm still working on it. it's getting tiring but quite fun at the same time. for one of the month, i went to take a few photos of my ma's fruit tree's fruit. tt i took abt 15 mins to find a nice angle etc. i forgot how fun it is to be behind the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/1600/Picture0227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/320/Picture0227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so then, went for dec's band, K.E.G.S, yesterday where they were in the quarter finals of battle of the band. amazing performance by the three piece band! the competition was quite tough. out of 11 bands, they only picked 4. and K.E.G.S got in! to the semi finals! cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay... i think i shd get back to work. i'm left with 1/2 a year... for the calendar that is...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-115428387337882938?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/115428387337882938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=115428387337882938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/115428387337882938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/115428387337882938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2006/07/another-day.html' title='another day...'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-115358965459013770</id><published>2006-07-23T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T01:51:50.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blog request!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/1600/Picture0195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" height="222" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/320/Picture0195.jpg" width="265" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;as requested by yingru, i'm blogging now! well, went to help in her shoot today. not too bad, tho we're wasting some time here and there, but other than that it was an okay shoot. okay for me cos i hopped from one department to the other and back again but it made me feel like i'm not doing much at all haha. oh yeah and loads and loads of food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loads of deadlines coming up, by the next three weeks, plus exams and tests too. but i'm still quite lost. and relaxed. tt's sickening cos tt shouldn't be the way. had my ma's reading on my zodiac been right? "if i play too much this year, &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/1600/Picture0193.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" height="226" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/320/Picture0193.0.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my grades are going to suffer". i wun like tt haha. i hope for the best for myself &gt;_&lt; &lt;/a&gt;assignmentS. i've got the seminar and term paper due this week, wednesday and thursday respectively. fun. i'm sure i'm gg to have fun staying up late chionging everything the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting irritated by this laptop's disc drive. how many discs must it reject to just burn a few files? i've got a stack of useless discs in my cupboard for my pooh bear to sit on. and he is sitting higher and higher as i add to the collection. fine, i shall burn tml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" height="192" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/320/Picture0191.jpg" width="261" border="0" /&gt;i'm getting tired. i shall sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[pictures posted are from last week's shoot: top 2 pics taken at the field (i named it paradise) which is situated a distance behind my block. the crew were catching the beautiful sunset which sets fast. then comes the grainy pic of peggy and me. next, is of aki pointing the shotgun (mic) towards his throat (protected by headphones).]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzzz =D &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/1600/Picture0194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="170" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/320/Picture0194.jpg" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-115358965459013770?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/115358965459013770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=115358965459013770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/115358965459013770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/115358965459013770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-request.html' title='blog request!'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-115324329261147632</id><published>2006-07-19T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T01:21:32.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/1600/1393716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/320/1393716.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oh so he's got a girlfriend who's 8 years older than him... oh well... age dun matter... which is the spirit we have to keep up for the IS designing promotional product project, on the topic of reemployment. like how fun. first time have to stress for IS. everything seemed to be unaccepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways eversince busted splitted, his solo work ain't tt nice... sounds like any other male solo artists. quite disappointed. i tot he'll get another band up like his other two busted mates. but apparently he wasn't so interested playing the bass, seemed like he had no choice but to play the bass for busted. well tt's the impression i got from an interview he did. very disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i need to sleep... bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-115324329261147632?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/115324329261147632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=115324329261147632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/115324329261147632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/115324329261147632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh.html' title='oh...'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-115257272044271429</id><published>2006-07-11T06:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T07:08:15.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>addictive</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9kb_8LNTrpw" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dani california - red hot chili peppers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;i can't stop watching this. i dun have the excuse to say "i just want to listen cos i dun have the song." cos i've got the song a few weeks ago. we should listen to more upbeat songs every now and then. too much radiohead might be bad for the head sometimes, cos it depresses u with the radioheadism. but tt doesn't mean i'll condemn listening to radiohead. there's an OK Go dance competition for the song a million ways on youtube. the winner gets to dance with OK Go on stage in some OK Go performance thing. cool! peggy, want join? oh yah this song's video is quite entertaining also. watch it if u like long takes. and i mean long takes, without any cut. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i should be going now! i'm going to be late for class!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-115257272044271429?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/115257272044271429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=115257272044271429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/115257272044271429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/115257272044271429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2006/07/addictive.html' title='addictive'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-115216124052907828</id><published>2006-07-06T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T12:59:33.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let it rain, let it pour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/1600/IMG_0551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/200/IMG_0551.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the weather had been terrible. it had been bright and sunny the past few days. so warm everyday, but that was fine. love the warmth. suddenly, it rained this morning. how ironic the weather can imitate. dark clouds fill the sky. everything poured down heartily. except that the only thing that fell was just the raindrops. no more dry land to walk on. have to avoid the puddles of water. but still it rained on for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, there'll always be a time when the clouds subside to make way for new light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever the hell is happening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-115216124052907828?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/115216124052907828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=115216124052907828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/115216124052907828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/115216124052907828'/><link 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/1600/banner2.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;plus after some shouting/singing. plus plus the heat. and the late nights. rather sit around than sleep. rather keep swallowing and wince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/1600/jonnybow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/320/jonnybow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;radiohead keeps me awake late at night. i can't stop listening to them. radiohead for my head, in my head. seriously stuck in my head. i dun need an mp3. i have one in my brain to listen to. and radiohead is oways playing in there. even as i lay on the bed. they're extremely nicer to listen to at night, especially those acoustic ones and twelve eight beat songs. what talents. talented in everyway. though i have problem understanding the words and pictures. check out &lt;a href="http://www.radiohead.com/offroad.html"&gt;http://www.radiohead.com/offroad.html&lt;/a&gt; scrapbook section. it's like a maze. everytime i click i see new stuff. i wonder how things are linked up in this section. dead air space is my favourite. they still update quite frequently with pictures and words. mainly pictures, which is something fans would love to see. and many many pictures of jonny greenwood. i wonder who's behind the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i shall be off for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-115181435211385375?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/115181435211385375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=115181435211385375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/115181435211385375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/115181435211385375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2006/07/street-spirit.html' title='street spirit'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-115151124227299844</id><published>2006-06-28T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T12:13:54.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>colours, believe me, it's colours</title><content type='html'>after watching pleasantville, i start to think quite a bit. the concept of the colours seemed to represent changes, and in this film it makes you think that changes is good. when you decided to let go of the past, the old thinking, the normal proceedure, you'll see things in a different light, and in this film, you see colours. things look better and more interesting with colours. it's just like discovering new stuff, you start to think with another perspective, along with old and new discovery. i like to think a lot. i keep thinking and thinking. so preoccupied. but at least i'm using my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then i was thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used not to believe what ppl say. even till now sometimes, but i know i've cut down a lot a lot more, as in i dun doubt so much. i have problem taking compliments. i'm still learning how to take them seriously and gratefully and in the right way. i appreciate them, really. somehow it had been instilled in my brain that compliments might actually be sarcasism. i dunno how it started. i guessed it's in the secondary school season. maybe also people had lied about things they told me abt, tt's y the idea was in my head that certain things and topics, the person is lying. so i doubt a lot. then i'll think a lot again. and i had been too gullible back then (like sec one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worst thing is i can't remember any good example to support those points. tt's the most irritating thing abt my short term memory ability. sometimes, things just happen and you'll just come to a conclusion at the spot. so the conclusion sticks but not the process that proves it. tt's just me. so very often i'll like to say certain things but i had weak support to support my point. then what's the use? or maybe, just maybe there had been too many small small pts happening together that makes the conclusion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started being paranoid somehow. probably tt's part of growing up. i dunno. but come to think of it, i really had been doubtful of what ppl say, esp nice things and tt's the weird thing. i been observing myself and i realised i can't seemed to express my thoughts properly. quite weird also. maybe "lack of practise" from since then. who cares what i say. they never makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah i think i should learn to let go of the tenseness in me. it's just been there all the while. probably it had "harmed" myself in a way last time. things works in a circle. if i never really open up how will ppl approach me? issit how it's like? so then i had the idea tt i'm not wanted around, and that is why i thought the best thing to do is to stay away. and i stayed away quite a lot. tt was then again. or was everybody still childish? i'm not so sure actually. but i'll rather see the problem actually lies in myself. i'll never know the whole story of the other side. well tt's okay. at least i can find conclusion and answer for myself and from myself. i will be fine with this version, even though i still want to know what is really the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i can look back now and see how it is like. but i dunno how it is like now. there hadn't been a close yet to the season. without an ending i can't see how things happen. but from what i can see now, i'm enjoying everything and even myself more. tt's a good thing i presume. hope that there isn't an end? but surely there will be especially when you go out and meet new people, then this will be a closed season. the poly seasion. the next one must starr the people from this season also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seemed to be leading too far. wasn't it just on i used not to believe what ppl say? so then anyway if u've reached this far of this blog entry, i thank you and your patience, reading whatever i've written. if u understand at all haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beautiful music will always make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay quite random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(if i open the door, i'll see it. i'm just scared it will stab me.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-115151124227299844?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/115151124227299844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=115151124227299844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/115151124227299844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/115151124227299844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2006/06/colours-believe-me-its-colours.html' title='colours, believe me, it&apos;s colours'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-115134761767089806</id><published>2006-06-27T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T02:48:32.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=_=</title><content type='html'>blogging seemed to be part of the tradition when i need to chiong deadlines. so here i am, halfway throught the media law assignment. i've actually started a little bit a week ago, but had been quite lazy to finish it up. so i'll have to take away some sleeping time and do it now. anyways had been quite busy with preparing for gig for the past few days also. and more days to come for this week, since we're gg to have two more gigs coming up this saturday and sunday. it had been quite an okay gig last sunday... ma and pa and sis came also... peggy, julie, khien, francis, jj, aki, fiona, fiona, fiona's friends, danielle, etc etc came too... thanx for coming =) and donating haha... okay gg back to finish it up now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-115134761767089806?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/115134761767089806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=115134761767089806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/115134761767089806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/115134761767089806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title='=_='/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-115117075218972585</id><published>2006-06-25T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T01:39:12.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>performance eve</title><content type='html'>so then we're gonna perform tml. the longest slot we've ever had. 1 hour slot, which means around 12 songs. so we're gonna play around 12 songs tml, 25th june, outside paragon, starting from 8pm. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we jammed at jason's new studio today... sounds damn nice, i like it a lot... we can hear everybody, including vocals... i like all the equipment there, which are all new... i used the fender amp heh heh... drumset is so small and cute... smallest kick drum i've seen; smaller than normal floor toms... the place still have a little bit of reverb, but then again, the studio is still being renovated, etc... but the main thing is the place is big. like 3 times the size of the studio in alvron, 5 times the size of the smallest tiet studio (tt we went to for the fun of it last week).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and and, trippin' candies have a keyboardist now, who is zul! so there're 6 candies now... =) and he's gg to perform with us tml! provided they really provide the keyboard there as they said they would...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope ppl will enjoy this gig this time round... it's free but then again u might want to donate for the children's cancer foundation and we're performing on the streets. yeah, literally on the streets. and there's gg to be a lot of ppl around, cos it's a sunday... oh well... see how it goes!! till then!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-115117075218972585?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/115117075218972585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=115117075218972585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/115117075218972585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/115117075218972585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2006/06/performance-eve.html' title='performance eve'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-115051225640892215</id><published>2006-06-17T08:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T01:28:05.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heh heh</title><content type='html'>so then on a particular Friday, 16 June 2006, me, peg, julie, miki, ru, mathen, jj, john, fiona, aki, joel, holmberg, khien, francis, terence, ismail were sitting around 4 joined green round tables. it was after the jamming session of Trippin' Candies and people came randomly. ru passed me the photocopied book Speed Lead, which she said zul wanted to pass it to me. i was very happy. finally a guide to guide me. peggy and ismail talk to each other and disappeared out the alley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody got interested in knowing the juicy details of mathen's great adventure, all and whatever episodes, making him talk. so while he's speaking halfway, people started clapping (i almost clapped too) and sang happy birthday (i stopped when i heard "happy"). i turned and saw peggy holding the cake, ismail guarding at peggy's side as they walk back into the alley. it's a cheesecake! then someone (i forgot who i think it's khien) carried a huge package. a box wrapped in newspaper in the Spiel Toys bag. i'm told to just ripped the newspaper off. normally i like to keep wrappers and tend to open slowly. but this time i ripped the newspaper. and saw a Marshall amp. Marshall. M-a-r-s-h-a-l-l. a 15watt Marshall amp. amp. a-m-p. amp is short for amplifier. a Marshall amp for playing guitar. for me. tt's my birthday present! i seriously dunno wat to say, until even now. so there's such things as loss of words. and i know it's very very expensive. i tried on it... the sound is beautiful... i love it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then everybody's waiting for me to cry, cameras standing by and all, but i tried to ta han haha... then they bring the card to me. julie made the card... can see a lot of effort i love it too. it's still this kind of hand-made cards tt brings a lot of love around. and lot's of well wishes signed by all the friends who gave me the amp. plus another card, actually it's an album book (dunno wat's it called) of Trippin' Candies, the lyrics with pictures inside. i've seen it before of course, i've got the softcopy too. but each member signed their names at the pages tt've got their pictures. it's like receiving autographs from your favourite band. i think the printer tt prints this is running out of black and red ink. all the pretty cards... i still have the one given to me last year. who will throw such things away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came the other gift tt khien and adam gave me. it's a headphone. h-e-a-d-p-h-o-n-e. sennheiser headphone. i'm using it now haha... love it also... it is when i receive the gift until this point tt i cannot ta han and cry. and there's such things called tears of joy. seriously touching... all the time, effort, $$, love tt's been put into the gifts... it's unexpected too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the trick of making me go to the guitar store, (went with khien and francis). i really tot francis wanted to buy an amp for his guitar. how nicely planned. tt's oso the day we went to watch a local made film called love story by kelvin tong (i've i got it right?). quite confusing storyline but other than tt it's quite okay... okay tt's a sidetrack...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the trick of everybody disappearing on 15th june suddenly while i was freezing my ass off in the surround room and making little progress with the project... peggy suddenly need to go to grandma's house, julie who was at FCP (rh told me thru msn across 7 floors) and at home (peg told me tt thru msn across 7 floors too), ismail went to meet his friends (tt's what he said when he came back to ameen).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the silver pen too... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha anyways tt was cute... i can't say enough thank yous... here's the list of lovely frens who couldn't be there on the day and i'll like to say thanx to again: khai, wendy, danielle, fiona koh, tat, rh, zul, michael, dec, adam. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-115051225640892215?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/115051225640892215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=115051225640892215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/115051225640892215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/115051225640892215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2006/06/heh-heh.html' title='heh heh'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-115000443334978240</id><published>2006-06-11T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T13:40:33.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming up next...</title><content type='html'>here's the dates for Trippin' Candies upcoming performances:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25th June 2006                     8pm - 9pm&lt;br /&gt;2nd July 2006                       6pm - 7pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both will be situated outside paragon. addmission is free! this event is orchardjam, a fund raising event for the children's cancer foundation. so, you might want to bring some coins along if you want to donate. they will be roaming around with donation boxes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-115000443334978240?l=rayzyn.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-8080905.post-114960574105277975</id><published>2006-06-06T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T22:55:41.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogging !</title><content type='html'>so the weeks seemed to have flew past. had the gig at club momo last saturday which is a 3rd june. went fine, quite sian after making several mistakes. esp the first note i hit for paranoid android. how hard i've practised but my fingers still tied up. haven't watched the video yet. not sure if i want to haha. anyways, a few more performances for trippin' candies coming up. stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm supposed to study for music for picture test for tml but i distract myself with blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next 2 week's going to be the small little term break. hope i can get started with the sound without picture project for surround. since aki helped me book a slot next thursday, i shd go. but the thing is i have no idea what to do for the project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and big big sales everywhere! if only i have the money i would have bought loads of stuff. went shopping with my sis yesterday at far east and she bought me a pair of shoes. tt was the main shopping mission yesterday. almost bought a shirt but i realised i'll have nothing much left for food for the week if i were to buy tt. so i shall save haha maybe by then more designs will come out. and there's still one month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleh... okay shall go and try to study...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-114960574105277975?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/114960574105277975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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=)</title><content type='html'>children have an amazing effect on making your day better. had been feeling like shit this morning cos i've felt that loads of stuff were left undone, esp the song i promised to do for zul's video. as i did the music i felt better and i almost didn't want to go to help with swee tee. until khien called and said he's gg too. so i went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had the real smile of the day when i saw weiling who saw me walking outside the window. she smiled and waved at me. damn cute. so i smiled all the way into macdonalds, even as i walked past two teenagers on bikes with 2 security guards at their side. and so when i walked in, i saw swee tee queuing up for food and the little girls running around khien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first task was to bring them to the toilet. so then herded them to the toilet. chloris went in first. then she came out and said the toilet door is locked but there's no one inside. oh well, there paste a paper saying toilet's being washed. so me and swee tee brought them, all 5 of them little girls to the toilets outside. weiling actually slipped into the squat toilet. after toilet the little girls started running back to macs. so i chased after them, while swee tee struggled with the other 2 girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we ate and khien entertained the little girls, with fries. thx to khien they started playing with the curry and fries, getting curry all over themselves ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spending time with children can actually de-stress and make your day much better, as it did to me. this is the second time it's proven to me. it's their laughter and smile that make you want to be as simple and carefree as them. tt's what i realised. everything will flow. they really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the first time after living in woodlands for so long, i went to the al-ameen at woodlands for dinner with my parents. tastes the same =) they liked the teh. me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's the song that's stuck to me... lovely song... enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, she's walking through the clouds,&lt;br /&gt;With a circus mind, that's running wild,&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies and zebras,&lt;br /&gt;And moonbeams, and fairy tales.&lt;br /&gt;That's all she ever thinks about.&lt;br /&gt;Riding with the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm sad, she comes to me,&lt;br /&gt;With a thousand smiles, she gives to me free.&lt;br /&gt;It's alright, she says It's alright,&lt;br /&gt;Take anything you want from me,&lt;br /&gt;Anything.&lt;br /&gt;Fly on Little Wing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[little wing - jimi hendrix]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, se a vida e. a child's smile is priceless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-114822460033569083?l=rayzyn.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-8080905.post-114754303358600842</id><published>2006-05-14T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T01:57:13.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of radiohead and my head</title><content type='html'>in the mood for blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now here i'll like to express my love for radiohead. though i do not have many of their songs, but i think i really like them and their songs. i even stopped doing the doc pro discussion board entry to do an entry here, just for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking about you, radiohead, is no surprises. that's the street spirit, like a paranoid android of the creep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still like the dreams song.&lt;br /&gt;and the california dreaming song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/1600/Picture0097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" height="201" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/320/Picture0097.jpg" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went shopping with my sis today and bought picks... love this unique one. i'm gonna use it for the upcoming gig. =)&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;anyways, celebrated mother's day and dec's bdae... i managed to go for both. heard the surprise for dec went well... tt's cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then west ham lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, se a vida e.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-114754303358600842?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/114754303358600842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=114754303358600842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/114754303358600842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/114754303358600842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2006/05/of-radiohead-and-my-head.html' title='of radiohead and my head'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080905.post-114731894208374939</id><published>2006-05-11T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T11:47:16.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for some reasons</title><content type='html'>for some reasons i'm looking for faye wong's songs. she's got a wonderful voice. her music is unique in her own ways. something like an asian bjork? except tt faye wong's songs has got more radio-friendly tune in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some reasons i've digged out two of her albums from a corner in my house. tho they dun contain the songs i'm looking for, it's good enuff for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the reason for looking for faye wong's songs comes about after watching chungking express (by wong kar wai). i really i like it. the carefreeness of faye (faye wong) which i will not forget. and this was her feature film debut. and also the songs used in the films, they represent the characters. this is the only wong kar wai film tt i've watched which i can roughly make out what is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some reasons the films in the school library did not appeal to me. eventho there's a wide collection to choose from. i need to watch something tt can really wake me up. something like dancer in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some reasons i find the mood these days bland. i'm getting restless. it's only 3 weeks into the semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some reasons i want to be like the faye in chungking express. maybe i need cut my hair like hers to get tt effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha for some reasons. what the hell is happening. fucking restless. everybody wake up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-114731894208374939?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080905.post-114710403405298171</id><published>2006-05-08T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T10:23:44.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updating</title><content type='html'>yeah updating. a rollercoaster ride these few days. but love all the frens who've given support haha all settled !! and i dun need to change doc pro class, and have a grp for the IS design product shit with miki and rh... my grp members are fine, damn glad to be in their grp but not the lecturer for me. bleh&lt;br /&gt;but then, feel like uploading pics so here are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/1600/05051521.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/320/05051521.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/1600/Picture0083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" height="132" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/320/Picture0083.jpg" width="264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="162" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/320/Picture0068.jpg" width="217" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/1600/Picture%20028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" height="142" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/320/Picture%20028.jpg" width="170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/1600/Maildecjohnjoelaki%20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" height="118" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/320/Maildecjohnjoelaki%20.jpg" width="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="181" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/320/IMG_0637%28small%29.jpg" width="266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/1600/me%20and%20peg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/320/me%20and%20peg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/1600/swirl.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" height="161" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/320/swirl.png" width="242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="151" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/320/Ru%20and%20me.jpg" width="213" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay since you've scrolled all the way here, i have an announcement!! Trippin' Candies gig at Momo coming up on 3rd June. Anybody who's free on that day do make your way down and give us your support !! tickets selling at $16 , plus one free drink. this might one of the last few gigs that we'll be doing for a long break, so hope you guys can make it !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-114710403405298171?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/114710403405298171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=114710403405298171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/114710403405298171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/114710403405298171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2006/05/updating.html' title='updating'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-114633147441754451</id><published>2006-04-30T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T23:48:14.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shit happens (quoted: yingru msn nick)</title><content type='html'>there'll be times when u wish that u can turn back the time or click the undo button. but then again there is no such things. whatever that's been said or done can never ever be changed or corrected. that's why shit happnes. you'll then kick yourself for whatever had happened after what's done. you'll hate to see the reaction from others and probably your own too. the humiliation, regret whatever that you'll feel makes you want to disappear straight away but you'll feel the need to explain. so you'll stay. all the words that follows, somehow they just don't get registered. they'll be too busy tending to the wounds that cut them and can hear nothing from the person who held the knife dripping with their blood. you might not be the one holding the knife, it might be someone else whom you've shared the knife with. this makes things worse if your name is announced as the original owner of the knife. you'll feel worse. somehow someone else is acting as your scapegoat whether you want it or not cos that someone else can do whatever they want with the knife once you let them have a share of it. and again, that's why shit happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way home alone you'll think how nice it would be if nothing had been said, and that none of that will have happened, nobody gets hurt which might include yourself. this journey home is torturous sometimes. but it does not have the ability to undo the damage. "if only i haven't..." "but hadn't it helped somehow..." it helps nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you won't want others to knoe that you're still feeling sorry even after some time. and to cover up feeling awful, you'll pretend to laugh along with everybody, at least they'll think that you're happy and able to recover. sometimes by doing so, it does help with the recovery and you'll really feel happy. and sometimes the shit that happened truly is a blessing in disguise. if you can go on thinking it this way, tt helps yourself. but if there's still the bit of lingering thought that still blames yourself, tt's making yourself feel like shit every single day. one day you'll have to break down. it's a matter of how much you can tolerate. and again, it's cool if you can tolerate and try to forget about the incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to avoid such things is to keep all the knives to yourself. in a way, that's selfish. and sooner or later you'll end up wounding yourself when you can't hold all the knives and yet still refuse to lay them down. so it depends whether you want to cut yourself or others, and how it helps, who it helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody knives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-114633147441754451?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/114633147441754451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=114633147441754451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/114633147441754451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/114633147441754451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2006/04/shit-happens-quoted-yingru-msn-nick.html' title='shit happens (quoted: yingru msn nick)'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-114423910464576520</id><published>2006-04-05T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T20:11:44.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woooohoooo</title><content type='html'>update my blog&lt;br /&gt;been home all the time lately playing msn game with peg nearly everyday probably will start the edit with francis soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-114423910464576520?l=rayzyn.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-8080905.post-114339269707575147</id><published>2006-03-27T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T01:04:57.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phunk bar</title><content type='html'>just had another gig of this year at phunk bar yesterday night... smallest stage i've ever been on... the stages seemed to be getting smaller with each gig... can't see much onstage with those lights flashing 5 times per second... but it's absolutely trippin'... the first set was the first time the band playing by themselves... just the five of us onstage performing to a group of strangers... actually the crowd had been very supportive which is very nice =)  ... waited for eons b4 our turn onstage for set 2 and still we dun get to play all the songs we practised... -_- wasn't at my best performance too haha but still the experience was the bestest... i was there early, trudging in with a guitar, standing out among the sea of black (ie emo punks goths) in my brown yellow outfit, dunno anybody there. seemed to me tt every gig i been to is flooded with emopunksgoths in black outfit. nv seen a band playing indie brit rock... seriously nv seen... where are they? anyways... thx to everybody to came to the gig !! oways been there for all the gigs ... really appreciate ur support... ur presence had been very important... ^_^ okay.... no more gigs at the moment... resuming back to other stuffs... school's starting in a month...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-114339269707575147?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/114339269707575147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=114339269707575147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/114339269707575147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/114339269707575147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2006/03/phunk-bar.html' title='Phunk bar'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080905.post-113950993960414238</id><published>2006-02-10T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T02:32:19.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FCP</title><content type='html'>FCP rocks... it shall be the place i'm haunting for the rest of the semester... not much left of the semester anyways... loads of deadlines coming up, and tests too... have to survive sia. soon it's gg to be over just like before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-113950993960414238?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/113950993960414238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=113950993960414238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/113950993960414238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/113950993960414238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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"Luke, i'm your father." "Join the dark side." you knoe those robot voice tt have 2 or more voice layered togethered, sometimes one female one male voice talking at the same time kind of voice. i saw some guys turn and look at me when i attempted to produce some sound at the gate smoking point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i r discovered tt eye contact is impt when talking. i've realised we've been so busy tt we tend to turn away while you let the person next to u rattle on. and if tt person happens to be me at this moment, you can't hear anything at all. so you'll turn and repeat the question again and i'll have to crane my head in front of your head to get your attention and mouth "read my lips".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i happened to be able to produce sound and say sentences today. =) but it seemed to be very entertaining to my sister. this means i still sound bad... but at least i think ppl can understand wat i say today. we shall see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-113823591289987104?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/113823591289987104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=113823591289987104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/113823591289987104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/113823591289987104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2006/01/unleash-voice-in-me.html' title='Unleash the voice in me'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-113782105592562242</id><published>2006-01-21T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T13:24:15.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unleashed</title><content type='html'>after ten years of performing experience, yesterday was the first time i got sick on my performance day. and i was supposed to do some vocals. but i did. i managed, somehow. was feeling like shit the whole day since morning proplan, cold, warm, cold, warm. settled the IS poster thing... slept at 8 floor benches after we got kicked out of avid. tt's how i spent my four hours break. then to drama pro. and all these while ppl ask me if i'm okay... i want to say a big THANK YOU to them... i did feel slightly better as the day goes on... must be all that love tt make me feel better =P  ismail tried to make me eat panadol ppl ask me if i need panadol but i've got panadol too and i dun intend to eat it haha cos i hate tablets. and pills too. another thing is dec said he's gg to buy me liang cha, which he did (thanx ya), so i dun intend to mix western and eastern medicine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the sore in the throat moves up to the head at the gig venue which happens to be the lecture hall we used to go in year 1... we're the second last band to perform... was watching crossbred with envy... it's gonna take me 10 years to play liddat haha... anyways, some lecturers also come and support... like habib, chandler, douglas kwon, craig... anyways the tix sold is for charity... ppl were shouting TAT and how's it going everywhere. TAT especially when khien's band performed. anyways it's loads of fun when my band went up stage to perform... ^_^ my fever, headache and all aches were gone miraculously. (but they came back when the next band played)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways last night was fun... i enjoyed myself tremendously =D ... thx to everyone who has come to support the event and us, Trippin' Candies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-113782105592562242?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/113782105592562242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=113782105592562242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/113782105592562242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/113782105592562242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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haha... and talking abt money, chinese new year's coming so tt means ang pows many many which means i'll get $$$ many !! yay i r like it... and loads of stuff to eat =D and i r want to perform more this year... and i want to earn more... to help my specs and myself... my new year resolution is to get a headphone... a pro pro one ... and i want to learn more about music... wat else... i dunno... nv really set any resolution this year cos for the past few years, i've had little success ... okay enuff bullshit... this post seemed to have looked appropriate if posted 2 weeks ago haha but oh well, i really hope for a better new year this year... and i'm coming to an end to year 2 soon...... getting old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, se a vida e... and cya guys ard !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-113751440932424448?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/113751440932424448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=113751440932424448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/113751440932424448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/113751440932424448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2006/01/hello.html' title='hello'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-113494984761809550</id><published>2005-12-19T07:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T22:23:28.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;saturday, 17th dec 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's start with saturday... went to zouk for the canon dv finals. xiang qi din win though... well, it is very fortunate to get to the finals... but a pity it din win the technical thingy also... drank the screwdriver thingy for a moment everything is in slow shutter speed. then when i recovered, ppl said my face very red. i feared tt too haha cos i oways get tt after drinking... then ppl think i'm drunk. but never as drunk as holmberg who's talking nonsense all the way but very entertaining. i almost died running across 4 lanes to get to holmberg's parents' car. watched holmberg's amazing performance trying to act normal in front of his parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sunday, 18th dec 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally had the drama pro shoot... am the audio person... entangled in a web of wires... the shoot went fine... weather's nice too... just some grass cutter cutting grass, rooster crowing, dogs barking, cars going past... and as a result, we have to wait for these sounds to stop before resuming the shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;monday, 19th dec 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i saw a weird old lady three times in two hours at fms block. looks like she's a new cleaner... who mumbles to herself as she asks me questions. dunno if she can understand tt i told her the lift is going up but she was mumbling whether to go 5th or 6th floor. luckily she is smart enough not to exit with me at 9th floor. next time i saw her was at third floor down the steps. she wasn't wearing uniform. she started to look at me and talk to me about something which i wasn't able to comprehend so i frowned and walk away. the last time i saw her, also without her uniform, was when i was heading to library. she looked at me again and asked me some question. i made out tt she wanted to go block 72. i pointed it to her and walked off quickly. how lucky to see the same person in a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-113494984761809550?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/113494984761809550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=113494984761809550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/113494984761809550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/113494984761809550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2005/12/saturday-17th-dec-2005-lets-start-with.html' title=''/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080905.post-113354476898400082</id><published>2005-12-03T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T09:58:31.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A series of Unfortunate Events</title><content type='html'>i brought home the sound kit and had to carry my laptop. after i've finished editing, i decided to go home. after i got to the shell station, i waited for 1/2 hour for the bus to come. it was nine plus. i had thought there would be seats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i was very wrong. i had to stand. when finally somebody decided to alight, the seat was taken. i was glaring at the person and he even looked back at me. tt happened twice. and i was pushed against the railing as people are alighting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally i got to sit down. but then there was another problem. the person beside me had BO. for a moment i was pissed off at my luck. but tiredness overtook that and i my eyelids start to grow heavy and i went to sleep. next thing i knoe the guy next to me woke me up,"miss? excuse me... i need to get off the bus." it's already marsling. at least this guy is polite. but then he started to comment,"you didn't sleep last night arh? hahaha" as he tried to climb over the sound kit (my legs are at the side for him to walk out). i had difficulty opening my eyes so i had no comment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i alighted at the interchange, i saw my bus. i let the bus run away. i wanted to sit tt's why. on and on the journey back home, just as i reached the last third stop to my house, it started to rain. maybe i should have chased after the previous bus afterall. the sky is pouring out water when i reached my stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pulled on my kkk hood and digged for the umbrella that had been in my bag for 1/2 year. i thought finally i get to put it into good use. i carried my laptop and sound kit with one hand and held the umbrella with the other. a couple at the bus-stop shrieked and hug each other as they dig for their umbrella. they were screaming and giggling as they cross the road. i was ready to cross the road by then but a taxi decided to stop in front of me. well that's okay, i'll just walk around the front of the taxi and cross the road. as i took the second step, the wind blew my umbrella inside out, if u knoe what i mean. in conclusion the umbrella was useless. it caused more trouble for me as i struggled with the wind from snatching my umbrella away. finally i reached the void deck. i checked the umbrella and found it still workable. i hear screams and giggles again as the couple walked past me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was drenched. ma and sis said why i never called them blah blah... after a nice hot bath, i finally settled down to do my aesthetic analysis. i finally finished it and so i logged onto mel at 12.05am. but the turnitin link was gone. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay anyways i'm very tired now... i need sleep... thx for taking the time to read this haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-113354476898400082?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/113354476898400082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=113354476898400082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/113354476898400082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/113354476898400082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2005/12/series-of-unfortunate-events.html' title='A series of Unfortunate Events'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-113256252543427504</id><published>2005-11-21T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T16:42:05.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chasing blocks</title><content type='html'>editing for block-chase is done. it seemed not to be wat it's supposed to be... but we shall have to see. i'm numbed out, probably the lack of sleep, probably the stress. i'm so cold now. too cold. it's been the whole day of coldness for me. i'm paranoid too. i've been too paranoid these last few days. at everything. small things big things. i'll have to see about tt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it's good to sit down, close your eyes, with music in ears and let ur mind wander.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can go on and listen to unintended the whole day. i hope i can learn how to play it. i can go on and eat chocolate the whole day too. maybe i should open a chocolate shop someday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still sitting around in the matrox, listening to songs, blogging and freezing. sometimes i think won't life be easier if i'm not a human. if i'm a goldfish, i won't have any worries. i'll see something new every 3 secs. life is so much exciting cos everything looks new to me everytime i see it. but too bad, there won't be any memories of anything at all. but then again, soon i'll die and i won't have anything i'll miss terribly, no worries. swim round and round in circles until i die. but right now, i'm a human. tt seemed like a stupid and boring life. maybe a better example of a good and carefree life would be to be a child with a good life. the world is so colourful and joyful. no worries, just play and eat whole day. they get what they want. whoever you quarrel with now will be your best friend the next hour. it's so beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-113256252543427504?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/113256252543427504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=113256252543427504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/113256252543427504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/113256252543427504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2005/11/chasing-blocks.html' title='chasing blocks'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-113201175907811413</id><published>2005-11-15T07:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T00:35:27.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have been thinking a lot about me getting ignored and probably stereotyped yesterday that eventually i dreamt about getting ignored and stereotyped. what i had been thinking a lot really did happen to me in secondary but what i've dreamt, i hope it won't happen. apparently i doubt i'll even hang out with those people, not tt i knoe who they are. anyway the dream goes, they are going to have a party and this guy was asking around, inviting people to go. so i wasn't asked to go and this girl sitting next to me told him to ask me along and the guy said something along the line tt ask me also no use because i won't go. i dinnoe wat he really said because in the dream i was quite pissed to listen properly. and maybe i won't but at least ask rather than ignore totally... sometimes when u get angry u wun understand what people are saying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun understand out of anger reminded me about something tt happened to me a month ago at my workplace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this guy called to ask about his xbox set he sent for repair. so apparently it's not done yet cos i haven't get back to him. i forgot how he looks like even though i was the one to received his set but we communicated three times thru phone and i hate his voice and attitude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first time he called i tried to reason with him but he was fuckingly stubborn. i was quite angry but still i knew what i had to do. customer is always right. i asked my technician how was the set and when the guy can get it back. then i called him back after tt. and apparently he managed to damage his set cos somehow the game disc went in before the disc tray. so i tot i shd let the customer knoe about this and i told him. then he started to shout at me. i hate it when outsiders shout at me. i tried to reason with him again and i tried not to cry. i was quite insulted by his tone and the way he say things. the conclusion was he get back his set without repairing what's damaged. tt time my boss was overseas and i realised tt i was 'burdened' responsibilities... then i cried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then my technician returned the set on the day the customer requested. i called tt customer again to tell him to collect his set. and i made a big big mistake. i decided to remind him tt the set is not repaired whatever is damaged but had got the disc tray to close. and he dun need to pay a single cent. then his tone changed again. in the end he yelled whatever he wanted to say and i yelled whatever i think he should listen. while i'm talking he told me he dun understand what i'm saying. i almost broke the glass counter. i can feel people staring at me. my voice start to break and i decided to shut up and he concluded 'reluctantly' tt he had no choice. so it's like it's all my fault. i slammed the phone down and cried again. this time my boss was back and he was shocked. he wanted to call the customer back but i told him dun bother cos i see no point. this happened at the last week of me working. the whole week i prayed tt he won't come collect the set and he didn't. maybe he was a coward. if not he would have come down and confront me face to face. his son had actually come to ask about the set before he called me the first time. tt's where all the shit started from. now i wondered if the set is still at the shop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/rayzyn06/swirl.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-113201175907811413?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/113201175907811413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=113201175907811413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://content.streetwise.com/SW/MusicTeams/Deftones/Downloads/Banner/276x107ban.gif" width="276" height="107" border="1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken from www.myspace.com &lt;br /&gt;this is a website where u get to listen to bands and sometimes download their songs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah there's production planning stuff to do haha ... we have to design our own company, complete with logos and namecard... rx production house... rayzyn production house... R_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think yingru can act haha so probably xiao kang's theory of yingru "can't act to save her life" isn't tt true hahaha... u guys shd see her during drama pro...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-113172560879649881?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/113172560879649881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=113172560879649881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/113172560879649881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/113172560879649881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2005/11/deftones.html' title='deftones'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-113128846196337897</id><published>2005-11-06T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T22:59:40.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>deep purple</title><content type='html'>they are cool uncles. i r like them. highway stars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-113128846196337897?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/113128846196337897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=113128846196337897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/113128846196337897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/113128846196337897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2005/11/deep-purple.html' title='deep purple'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-113046877838503166</id><published>2005-10-28T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T11:06:18.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>had a weird dream this morning...</title><content type='html'>i was at aki's birthday thing at his house which dun look like his house. the next day is school. many ppl was telling me to stay and i was telling them there's school tml and it's the first IS lesson. then i heard aki said "stay lah, tml where got IS, tml where got IS haha" then i think i was drunk but i dunno how it's like to be drunk but in the dream i was. darkness for awhile and the next thing i knoe i was on my way to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was on the bus and a girl sat down next to me on my left. i turned to glance at her and saw tt she had a rash/infection thing on her right cheek. and she was scratching it. if u have read or watch dreamcatcher, she seemed to have the rash/infection thing like the character rick, which jonesy had mistaken as a frostbite. but hell, i've nv seen a frostbite before. anyway she was scratching it and she even smiled at me and i turned away quickly. i forgot to check if she had missing teeth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i was suddenly going up the stairs, going for tt IS class. i went to the nine floor according to my dream. the building looks old, dun look like ngee ann. i saw fei ge (taiwan's famous host) and he smiled at me and the smile reminds me of mr tan chin boo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised wrong place and went down the stairs. i remembered my lesson was at a laboratory. i seemed to have been to tt place before in my other dreams so it was like a deja vu in a dream. so i went into class and sat down at the seat closest to the door. i was late and the room dun look like a lab. i turned to see who i was sitting next to and lo and behold, it was tt girl with the rash/infection thing. i was suddenly scared. will tt thing spread to me? i decided not to make any noise. i might catch her attention. i looked up to see who was my IS tutor. and it's mrs choo cheh hoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she made us do worksheets and we're supposed to come up with hypothesis for each question. i wondered how is lifestyle related to hypothesis and wondered if i could change IS. many ppl around me complained. i was no longer sitting next to the door. the room expanded and my pri sch fren sheena was sitting next to me on my right. to my relief, the rash/infection girl swap place with someone so she was one place away from me. anyway sheena was playing the songs on my laptop and she accidentally played the songs tt i sang when i was little which had been recorded. i quickly change playlist. mrs choo cheh hoon was looming over us. she asked who was tt? i just said "heh heh nothing" and she moved on and yelled at the class to finish the worksheet and said someone finished tt worksheet in an hour before blah blah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class ended and i started to fret not getting to go home cos i din went home last night (or did i?) i tried to get my sis to bring stuff for me. blah blah and i woke up. this is one hell of a long dream. thanx for taking the time to read it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-113046877838503166?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/113046877838503166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=113046877838503166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/113046877838503166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/113046877838503166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2005/10/had-weird-dream-this-morning.html' title='had a weird dream this morning...'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-112969090030611682</id><published>2005-10-19T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T11:01:40.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mmmbop</title><content type='html'>In an mmmbop they're gone&lt;br /&gt;In an mmmbop they're not there&lt;br /&gt;In an mmmbop they're gone&lt;br /&gt;In an mmmbop they're not there&lt;br /&gt;Until you lose your hair&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;But you don't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in an mmmbop school's starting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-112969090030611682?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/112969090030611682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=112969090030611682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/112969090030611682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/112969090030611682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2005/10/mmmbop.html' title='mmmbop'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-112891506775883758</id><published>2005-10-10T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T11:31:07.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jam</title><content type='html'>finally jammed yesterday. it's fine i guess. been years since i've seen anybody. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holidays seemed shorter this time. dunno when school's reopening... 3 weeks time? well then holiday seemed real short this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;small insignificant unimportant people shall remain unseen in my eyes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anger is just an allamagoosalum. they are stupid and deserve to die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se a vida e.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-112891506775883758?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/112891506775883758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=112891506775883758' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/112891506775883758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/112891506775883758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2005/10/jam.html' title='jam'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080905.post-112740455535277207</id><published>2005-09-22T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T00:13:53.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=_=</title><content type='html'>went to sentosa yesterday... waited for people to come but when they came i went off to teach tuition but it was called off in the end... apparently yesterday was the last day of tuition... there was no sun yesterday. so the plan to tan failed. the sun hid behind the clouds instead. no sunset too. it was fun haha even though there's only 4 of us: peg, danielle, khai and me. wrote words on the sand, building small mountain, digging holes... basically it was sian but slack... and it was fun in a way. want to go there soon hahaha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anybody want to watch The Devil's Rejects? apparently it is directed by rob zombie. i din knoe he directs and this's his second film. 'driving, driving, driving, black top rolling'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walked into a piece of glass door today. the door fell and broke into pieces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-112740455535277207?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/112740455535277207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=112740455535277207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/112740455535277207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/112740455535277207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post_22.html' title='=_='/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080905.post-112671076122203002</id><published>2005-09-14T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T23:12:41.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>la la la</title><content type='html'>everything for the semester is done !!! had film history today, submitted my sound final project... they named it redemption but i think everyone remembers it as sin full, the unintended title. i'm numbed. need to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-112671076122203002?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/112671076122203002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=112671076122203002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/112671076122203002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/112671076122203002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2005/09/la-la-la.html' title='la la la'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-112598182651434948</id><published>2005-09-06T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T12:43:46.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>^_^</title><content type='html'>yay!! my blog is bloggable now added some magical code to make it work... anyways, sound test WAS done, yesterday... one of the test tt i'll go out of the room numbed and knoes tt i wun do well haha if i ever ever pass it'll be a miracle. now it's film history and sound project. then i'm free. but i need job... may be going back to game shop haha i hear noooooo but the key word is 'may' ... but seriously i need job. i tried for the city music thingy and they want full time staff and told me to try again after i graduate. maybe i'll go around shopping centres and look around... haiya ... hope to start work in 2 weeks time or something... after exam and everything... then i wun get to see many many of my frens anymore... not as much tt is haha... are we having a chalet??? are we??? hello???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-112598182651434948?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/112598182651434948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=112598182651434948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/112598182651434948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/112598182651434948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post_06.html' title='^_^'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-112572412052228647</id><published>2005-09-03T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T12:35:21.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>Was looking at Khai's multiply site's pics... our location production pics haha... how short my hair had been durian head hahaha... i dun think i'll go cut my hair tt short ever... looks unstyleable... how did i style it last time? anyways, how fast time pass... everybody has changed in every way, everybody looked so different... let's come back again next year, and review how everybody has changed next year... i'm sure there'll be changes no matter what. everybody's changing everyday which is good if not life's too stagnant... what's the point of living a stagnant life? might as well be dead. i'm stating the obvious. i've nothing to write... need to study sound soon haha i've wasted my afternoon away with this blog. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-112572412052228647?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/112572412052228647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=112572412052228647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/112572412052228647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/112572412052228647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2005/09/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-112567297364415580</id><published>2005-09-02T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T22:56:13.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school</title><content type='html'>today is supposedly to be my last day of sch but next 2 weeks are gonna be busy for me... sound test, film exam (only exam in my course heh heh) and recording and mixing... then i'll be free... then i'm gonna work. work as ?? i've got no idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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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-8080905.post-112524753096113907</id><published>2005-08-29T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T00:45:31.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>production production shoot</title><content type='html'>been thinking tt this particular word "production" seems and sound normal to me. it's almost natural for me to go on a shoot or a production eventho there ain't much i've been to. studios is like another house to me. random thought... hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, been shooting tt surreal film for cam and lighting. it has been very very very slack tt's y it'll take us three days to shoot. 15mins shoot, 1 hr break for almost all the shots. okay maybe 1 hour shoot 1 hour break kind of thing. but it was fun... goldfishes, breaking locks, sunsets, lightings, entertainment, nuggets and smiley potatoes, calf/feet osim massager, aircon... we dun need to worry abt aircon noise for once... it was quite fun except for last minute permit stuff and last minute hunt for fishes (i really really shd have gotten earlier. in a production shoot it is my fault in every way =P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i better go do something abt my german thing. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-112524753096113907?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/112524753096113907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=112524753096113907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/112524753096113907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/112524753096113907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2005/08/production-production-shoot.html' title='production production shoot'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-112498506115429046</id><published>2005-08-25T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T23:51:01.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=_=</title><content type='html'>okay hey i'm here to blog very tired eventho i did nothing these days i'm gonna be extremely tired for the next few days... production shoots and german test on monday... deutsch... german pronunciation can be weird sometimes: "grossfarter" = grandfather; "farter" = father haha ... anyways school's gonna end in 2 weeks time... plus one or two more weeks for sound and film history test... tt's gonna kill me but then again... school's ending and tt's fast... it seems like a month ago when i last worked haha... school ends = not seeing my lovely friends much... going to miss you'all i think i r start missing everyone liao hahahhaa pls do not do not think tt since i'm working i can't go out or wat i still can... i can go for lunch or dinner breaks freely for 1 hour plus plus :P i'm actually quite free and i'm always bored to death over there (if i go back to game shop to work tt is haha) i r think i'll be too lazy to find jobs so i'll go back to game shop... i need to revise on games soon... and i need to play a new game soon... onimusha?? maybe hahaha okay i r shall go wait ard for my production thing to be done...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-112498506115429046?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/112498506115429046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=112498506115429046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/112498506115429046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/112498506115429046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post_25.html' title='=_='/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-112438267194041491</id><published>2005-08-19T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T00:31:11.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;_=</title><content type='html'>i realised i haven't really blog an entry for a long long time... yah peggy pointed tt out haha... been putting crap on my blog instead. anyways, i've finally finished my game devil may cry... so awesomely cool i really love it... wat should i play next ??? also, had been very busy with sch work, even tho i'm slacking now and mapling. had been doing props again haha this time it is drawing on big big cardboards. i shd be finishing my song for soupic, i shd be doing stu pro paperwork, i shd be revising (revise cam &amp;amp; lighting or soupic or film history) but i'm doing non of the above. i can't think now... tt's y i'm playing maple, which dun need me to use much of my brain cells. okay i'll go back to tt now or sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-112438267194041491?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/112438267194041491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=112438267194041491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/112438267194041491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/112438267194041491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post_19.html' title='&gt;_='/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-112393188351757065</id><published>2005-08-13T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T19:18:04.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/1600/wod11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/320/wod11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song of Childhood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By Peter Handke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the child was a child&lt;br /&gt;It walked with its arms swinging,&lt;br /&gt;wanted the brook to be a river, &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/1600/wod1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the river to be a torrent,&lt;br /&gt;and this puddle to be the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the child was a child,&lt;br /&gt;it didn’t know that it was a child,&lt;br /&gt;everything was soulful,&lt;br /&gt;and all souls were one.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wim-wenders.com/movies/movies_spec/wingsofdesire/wingsofdesire.htm"&gt;http://www.wim-wenders.com/movies/movies_spec/wingsofdesire/wingsofdesire.htm&lt;/a&gt;#&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-112393188351757065?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/112393188351757065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=112393188351757065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/112393188351757065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/112393188351757065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2005/08/song-of-childhood-by-peter-handke-when.html' title=''/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-112368836343584251</id><published>2005-08-10T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T23:42:03.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>= _ =</title><content type='html'>mapling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing maple story&lt;br /&gt;in a house in maple park&lt;br /&gt;decides to go for a drink&lt;br /&gt;walking down the pavement&lt;br /&gt;in the breezy night light&lt;br /&gt;past condos in maple drive&lt;br /&gt;to the bus stop&lt;br /&gt;and takes a bus to maple pub.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-112368836343584251?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/112368836343584251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=112368836343584251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/112368836343584251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/112368836343584251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post_10.html' title='= _ ='/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-112316231040320779</id><published>2005-08-04T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T21:31:50.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*_*</title><content type='html'>damn tired these days... i can finally take a short little break... been chionging assignments these past few days... tho it's supposed to be stressful but i feel numbed... haha again... everytime this point of the semester i'll oways feel numbed. nothing much happened these days... so sian yet so many things to do... oh well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-112316231040320779?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/112316231040320779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=112316231040320779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/112316231040320779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/112316231040320779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post.html' title='*_*'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080905.post-112264872873406524</id><published>2005-07-29T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T23:11:01.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-_-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/1600/01080022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/200/01080022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been thinking and thinking a lot and a lot... especially just now when i was doing props... when i was alone outside level 9... just think and think about all kinds of shit... even day dreaming... now i can't remember wat i day dreamed abt haha... but it is all quiet, except the ambience but it is quiet... can't remember when's the last time i have this kind of quietness... haven't been to my paradise hill these days. the quietness and peacefulness over there can really de-stress. oh yah probably the other time at the pond place at the teaching hub. it's quite peaceful over there too. stayed for 2 hrs over there with ter... stayed there as if there is nothing to do. but once i exited all these places, reach the roads, i feel stressed again. i think the traffic is making me stressful. the big buses and everything. even over at paradise, the expressway is behind the hill. but i cancel out the traffic noise. okay anyway, it was peaceful at level nine. john and mathen went inside becos low batt, so it was extra quiet. and it's quite nice to be alone once in awhile (but i still love all of y'all's company =D). i tot of listening to radio but decided not to destroy the quietness tt i'm getting. maybe i need to meditate more or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.radiohead.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;www.radiohead.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;drama punk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-112264872873406524?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/112264872873406524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=112264872873406524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/112264872873406524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/112264872873406524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post_29.html' title='-_-'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-112247678221317374</id><published>2005-07-27T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T23:09:41.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>+_+</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2616/1336/1600/jean_luc_bideau_christoph_koncz_the_red_violin_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2616/1336/320/jean_luc_bideau_christoph_koncz_the_red_violin_001.jpg" border="0" /&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;okay... fine... hello... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;drama punk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-112247678221317374?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/112247678221317374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=112247678221317374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/112247678221317374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/112247678221317374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post_27.html' title='+_+'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-112222210687984569</id><published>2005-07-25T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T00:21:46.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>,=_=,</title><content type='html'>the final straw has broke me i think i'm too stressed why does she have to do this everytime i'm having stress already and she's adding stress and never ever admits she's wrong that's the problem living in a traditional family they will never show affection and concern even if they show i would be uncomfortable. so will they. yah i finally cried. i've said tt's the final straw. a small matter but i can't help it. i will not tell her wat happened to me. she thinks i'm starting another argument with her like my sis everytime. she oways thinks we are living a fairytale life. our life is stressful enuff without her unreasonable reasons and logics. she has no worries at all but brings worries to herself. i'm sick of it. i'm fucking tired. i'm too stressed i think. i think i'll be fine. i hope so, so dun worry so much for me. worse come to worse i still won't kill myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-112222210687984569?l=rayzyn.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-8080905.post-112219762149526367</id><published>2005-07-24T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T17:33:41.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=_=</title><content type='html'>eh i think i'm okay le... thx girls... i'll go play games.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-112219762149526367?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/112219762149526367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=112219762149526367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/112219762149526367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/112219762149526367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post_112219762149526367.html' title='=_='/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-112217301873077036</id><published>2005-07-24T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T10:43:38.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=_=</title><content type='html'>watever i've seen i'm heartbroken. my heart is breaking. it's a stab in my heart. a very very painful stab tho i never know how a stab feels like. but the feeling is still here. even that little loser's comment causes a small stab. what if that little loser is someone i really know and really fucking hates me. what if people hates me. i dun want to cry anymore i've cried too much the past weeks. i'm hating it. my pulse is faster, hands are cold, mouth dry now. eventho i've always tell people to cry it out if they feel like crying cos holding it inside isn't good, but i refuse to do tt. i can't cry anyway. i think i've run out of tears. i think i'm not always as happy as i appear to be especially these few weeks. i try to humour myself. it's true that clowns are not happy people. i wonder when i can really laugh again. when will things be okay again. the thought brings another stab. what am i going to say. how are people going to know. i don't even knoe it myself. i'm too weak. i'm tearing apart. i want to tear myself apart too. this is too much for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so confused&lt;br /&gt;this industry has made me cold&lt;br /&gt;i trusted you to make me shine bright&lt;br /&gt;this is almost getting old&lt;br /&gt;- whisper (alien ant farm)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-112217301873077036?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/112217301873077036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=112217301873077036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/112217301873077036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/112217301873077036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post_112217301873077036.html' title='=_='/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-112213608189134832</id><published>2005-07-24T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T00:28:01.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-_^</title><content type='html'>been stoning at home all day. played devil may cry. wondered how many more stages. i r love dante. then played bejewelled, chatted, revised (yah i revised) and stoned and think and think. then now blogging. and chatting. tml shall be another boring day. devil may cry again yay then internet, chat. fucking no life. someone date me pls. haha okay nothing to blog liao boring day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;drama punk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-112213608189134832?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/112213608189134832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=112213608189134832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/112213608189134832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/112213608189134832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post_24.html' title='-_^'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-112177733991044471</id><published>2005-07-19T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T20:52:30.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>+_=</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;yah performed on saturday thanx to all the friends that have come down to support. we got to perform 2 sets. so we're up and down the stage several times. big big crowd over there. i wore a skirt. which i think isn't tt good an idea cos i have to squat nicely to press the buttons on my zoom zoom effects board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah went to watched baybeats on fri and sun. the only band i recognised is electrico. pinholes i never get to see. again. i'm fated not to meet them. but i met farmi (how to spell?) and he's a cool dude. very friendly. nice guy. the other bands are good too. there's this 3 piece band from KL (i think) where the bassist is a female and she's also a singer. and her bass isn't those simple simple riffs. tt's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very very tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm very very tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;drama punk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-112177733991044471?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/112177733991044471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=112177733991044471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/112177733991044471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/112177733991044471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post_19.html' title='+_='/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-112157338720707431</id><published>2005-07-17T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T12:32:03.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>which l'arc en ciel member are you</title><content type='html'>&lt;Li&gt; My #1 result for the SelectSmart.com selector, &lt;a href="http://www.selectsmart.com/FREE/select.php?client=junichi"&gt;&lt;B&gt;Which L'Arc~en~Ciel Member Are You?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/B&gt;, is &lt;I&gt;Hyde&lt;/I&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever. i think everybody who did this are hyde.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-112157338720707431?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/112157338720707431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=112157338720707431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/112157338720707431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/112157338720707431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2005/07/which-larc-en-ciel-member-are-you.html' title='which l&apos;arc en ciel member are you'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-112125924808726547</id><published>2005-07-13T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T23:07:33.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No way PUNK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/1600/dimebag1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/200/dimebag.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Re-spect, walk, what you say? &lt;br /&gt;Re-spect, walk, are you talking to me?&lt;br /&gt;No way PUNK&lt;br /&gt;(crazy guitar solo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been rotting at home today... been listened to many many songs... those tt aki sent me yesterday... i miss those songs ever since this fucking laptop crashed... now, it's healing, which means get back watever has been lost... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fucking annoy myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday is bad hair day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm rotting i'm too lazy to do anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh yah come for my band's performance this saturday, 16th July 2005, at Parco Bugis, at the fountain area. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay nothing le&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-112125924808726547?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/112125924808726547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=112125924808726547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/112125924808726547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/112125924808726547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2005/07/no-way-punk.html' title='No way PUNK'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-112108720084477504</id><published>2005-07-11T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T21:06:40.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gemini</title><content type='html'>i hate being a gemini sometimes. they are too complicated and confusing. i confuse myself too much. i dunno what i want. i can never be sure what i want. the devil and angel in me are always telling me things, making me very confused almost all the time. i cannot make up my mind, even the most simplest thing like what to eat. it's annoying. and yah i annoy myself. and that's freaking annoying. i think i'm very weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-112108720084477504?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/112108720084477504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=112108720084477504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/112108720084477504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/112108720084477504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2005/07/gemini.html' title='gemini'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-112105552590213855</id><published>2005-07-11T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T12:21:39.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_</title><content type='html'>sometimes i really hate myself that i'm not a good friend. i hate myself. i wasn't thinking. i need to wake up. i can't see the picture clearly and tt's wat i hate the most. the whole world seemed like a swirl to me. everytime. i dun want to be sad again but i make myself sad again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, my other self speaks again. wondering wat will happen if i have said what i should have said and everything might be fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if i haven't say anything everything will go on normal which seems to be the case for the past few weeks and not to get so bothered by it. maybe i was thinking and knew watever i was going to do is a waste. until i broke it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'd been right maybe i'd been wrong. even if i'm right, i'd often tot tt i'm at the wrong. i tot everything is my fault so i'm at the wrong. nothing is right anyway. for this situation i think i handled it wrongly. i may be right, may be wrong. i dunno. i just simply feel like shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-112105552590213855?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/112105552590213855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=112105552590213855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/112105552590213855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/112105552590213855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post.html' title='_'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-112084320344808568</id><published>2005-07-09T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T01:20:03.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grey world</title><content type='html'>nothing's black and white all the time. just grey. i dunno what i'm talking about, but just feel that one cannot just stay in one colour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-112084320344808568?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/112084320344808568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=112084320344808568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/112084320344808568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/112084320344808568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2005/07/grey-world.html' title='Grey world'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-112041118737750165</id><published>2005-07-04T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T01:19:47.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>living life like a dream</title><content type='html'>somehow when u belonged to somewhere, u feel loved, wanted, happier... i never knew i can feel as happy as now... i must admit i wasn't ever really happy in sec sch (sad to say but yah... until maybe the last part of sec 4??? i dunno). wat happened in sec sch it's a blur... i'll try not to think abt it cos i can't be sure what the hell had happened... things that are happening are more clear to me now, with all the humans, friends, darlings and dears i've been with, maybe cos i'm more involved. if u knoe wat i mean. the matters seemed related to u becos of who's involved who often happens to be ur close frens. in many many many ways sometimes i'm not sure myself... i'm always blur, living life like a dream... sometimes everything looks unreal, and fake, but it really is the reality... or is it not? what the hell is reality? what if after all these years there isn't such a thing called reality? maybe it is still far away, until the day i die. i'm making things complicated for myself i dunno why. punk must be crazy. i often think two kinds of thoughts. i'll always have a devil and an angel in me trying make me decide on the right path. it wasn't easy. i'm tearing myself apart, i'm stressing myself. but if, there isn't all these stress and self-mutilation, i'll be a very very stupid and boring person. (see, the devil and angel in me fighting again) &lt;br /&gt;okay i think i better sleep now... actually i just want to convey the message tt i feel lucky and blessed now. la la la &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(INDEPENDENCE DAY)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-112041118737750165?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/112041118737750165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=112041118737750165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/112041118737750165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/112041118737750165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2005/07/living-life-like-dream.html' title='living life like a dream'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-112023058307006129</id><published>2005-07-01T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T23:26:58.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/1600/felix1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6494/530/320/felix1.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time really flies. just last week i'm worrying about the production. now, it's already a week. one more week to term break. finally getting a little break. work is piling up, already piling up. ahhhhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-112023058307006129?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/112023058307006129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=112023058307006129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/112023058307006129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/112023058307006129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2005/07/p.html' title=':P'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-111996895419846406</id><published>2005-06-28T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T22:29:14.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>block-chase chasing the block of kids</title><content type='html'>finally the production is over. i've managed to survive it... it was quite stressful for me the past 2 weeks... sorry to anyone if i ever snapped at u... i was a mess and very blur those days and very very impatient... sorry to anyone not included in the shoot... dun kill me... if i ever have another production i hope i won't miss anyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i learnt one big lesson from this shoot: never work with kids. maybe girls are fine but boys... i'm like the 5 kids' mum during the shoot, choosing the clothes for them to wear and them screaming for attention; fold the wet wet sweaty sweaty shirts and pants, trying to dissolve arguments tt never will be dissovled, running after them and last but not least screaming at them. they seemed unable to stay still. i can die right in front of them. for a moment i tot i'm chester bennington (how to spell). a new boyband was actually formed. them boys singing at the roadside at buses driving past them. sometimes i dunno if i shd be mad at them or laugh at them. mostly i laugh cos there's this parent there i dunwan to be sulky. not good for health. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanx to the main main crew: yingaroo, peg peg and khai khai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanx to the peeples who helped: ismail, declan, haslinda, danielle, amanda, augustine, danny, jim ang, raymond...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah i'm feeling qutie sian abt the fact tt i have to reshoot my cam and lighting cos i really got back a long, transparent strip of film. apparently the uncle there said tt i din load the film properly. suayness. sianifornication.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-111996895419846406?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/111996895419846406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=111996895419846406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/111996895419846406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/111996895419846406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2005/06/block-chase-chasing-block-of-kids.html' title='block-chase chasing the block of kids'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-111928275803474958</id><published>2005-06-20T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T23:52:38.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the gig</title><content type='html'>it seems tt when things tt are done on the third time is normally the best out of the 3 times haha and this is the third gig and i enjoyed myself onstage. the equipements are better and i've got my effects to make my guitar sound have a range of different styles and sounding. i've only played with it for 4, 5 times only and i scare myself when i can't remember what effects to use before every song but somehow i din really screw up heh heh... but i did make some mistakes here and there but peeples say they can't catch any... oh wells tt's good haha but many peeples told me tt they can't hear me, while some say they can hear me it ain't tt bad. but i dunno haha i heard myself loud and clear from the foldback (which is actually my amp). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You shouldn't hear the guitar by itself. It should be part of the drums so it sounds like the drummer is playing chords - like the snare is in A or the hi-hat is D minor. You only notice the guitar when it's not there." - Freddie Green (Count Bassie's rhythm guitarist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if whatever this guy says is true (since he is quite famous tho i have yet hear any) then maybe i've accomplished it hahaha... danielle said tt when dec wasn't playing she can make out some guitar playing... yay haha... so it probably ain't tt bad :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the first time i can relax enough to jump onstage (if anyone noticed at all) just a couple of small jumps which caused me to play wrongly haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently i was neatly hidden behind my singer tt the girls told me they can't get a good pic of me wahahaha but there's this professional photographer somewhere so i dun think i'll be tt hidden. i was freaking scared tt ismail might get so tripped tt he might trip and fall. he is tripping. really tripping. i worried tt he might whack the mic stand into my face. i shifted the mic back a bit. i kept moving back and back. hahaha blame the small stage :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the place is damn small, with a small stage and all... cosy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i had a no. of deja vu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many many friends came to support us... i shall challenge myself to list out the names: peggy, ying ru, haslinda, aki, danielle, danial, danny, boo, ren, gordon, samantha, adri, august, fiona, fiona's friend, fel, valerie, sara (she there??), my sister, my sis bf, raymond, radli (?? wrong spelling??) and i can't remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, thanx everybody who have come to support us we love u !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-111928275803474958?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/111928275803474958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=111928275803474958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/111928275803474958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/111928275803474958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2005/06/gig.html' title='the gig'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-111911424474122135</id><published>2005-06-19T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T01:04:04.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>okay... here it is</title><content type='html'>ahhhhh in 12 hours time i'm going to perform at a proper gig ahhhhh ... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-111911424474122135?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/111911424474122135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=111911424474122135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/111911424474122135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/111911424474122135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2005/06/okay-here-it-is.html' title='okay... here it is'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-111907072976178085</id><published>2005-06-18T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T12:58:49.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boom boom !!!</title><content type='html'>thanx peeples who made my birthday filled with small little surprises that came really slowly hahaha tt's very cute... but i think u guys want me to get fatter hahaha all those chocos... well, gotta share with all of ya so that i won't get any fatter hahaha :P but still thanks everybody and everyone!!! but i must say this eighteenth birthday of mine is pretty "low key" haha cos it's like any normal days, sitting around with friends, only difference is i get dolphin(!) and chocolates(!!). i din actually sit down and think about what i want to do for this birthday, maybe cos there's a lot of work to do?? oh wells there's always another birthday to look forward to heh heh heh yah my birthday coming soon haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-111907072976178085?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/111907072976178085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=111907072976178085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/111907072976178085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/111907072976178085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2005/06/boom-boom.html' title='Boom boom !!!'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-111845420966751497</id><published>2005-06-11T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T09:43:29.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>Yay!!! finally the website is up hahaha www.juzzgame.com first time i made a website, other than the one in school. initially the pictures can't load but now it's okay. thanx ppl who helped me to see wat's wrong tt night haha oh yah the website is one of the links above the tagboard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-111845420966751497?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/111845420966751497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=111845420966751497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/111845420966751497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/111845420966751497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2005/06/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-111822974242982067</id><published>2005-06-08T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T19:22:22.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>+_+ count orlok</title><content type='html'>i din go for jamming today... not feeling too good abt it but can't help it... returned home early (too early for me) and sit around like a good girl... keep wondering wat's going on in the jamming room... have tons of work to do i dunno if i can ever get them all done... very tired... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;performing on 19th june tt's like one week from now... how fast... i still have no idea wat to wear... any ideas peeples?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am presenting on my director next week... pudovkin... still need to do online journal ahhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah we watched Nosferatu today :D this horror film has become comedy film with those sound effect tt weren't there at all... but even if it is screened with orchestra music, it'll still be funny and ridiculous. refresh my memory of my presentation of nosferatu...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-111822974242982067?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/111822974242982067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=111822974242982067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/111822974242982067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/111822974242982067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2005/06/count-orlok.html' title='+_+ count orlok'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-111764147161370324</id><published>2005-06-01T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T23:57:51.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gemini</title><content type='html'>CAREER --&gt; Opportunistic with a quick mind. Suitable for mass communication industry.&lt;br /&gt;CHARACTER --&gt; Academically inclined but always give up halfway.&lt;br /&gt;ROMANCE --&gt; Very considerate and knows what their lover wants.&lt;br /&gt;FORTUNE --&gt; Never worried about money, will get rich at middle age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calling all geminis is it true??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-111764147161370324?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/111764147161370324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=111764147161370324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/111764147161370324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/111764147161370324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2005/06/gemini.html' title='Gemini'/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-111737719646106236</id><published>2005-05-29T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T22:33:16.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/96/4062/640/dante.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/96/4062/320/dante.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dante&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080905-111737719646106236?l=rayzyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/feeds/111737719646106236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080905&amp;postID=111737719646106236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/111737719646106236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080905/posts/default/111737719646106236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayzyn.blogspot.com/2005/05/dante.html' title=''/><author><name>rayzyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246870899395956515</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-8080905.post-111720449788935559</id><published>2005-05-27T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T22:34:57.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>punk punk goes to school</title><content type='html'>been to sch for 4 days... tiredness, lateness, blurness, shockness, etc but mainly blurness. have been watching movies everyday during breaks and after school. hopefully this can help to improve my film knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;film history's fun, taught by melanie, have to do a presentation on a russian director Vsevolod Pudovkin. watched a film by him, Storm over Asia, which i will only recommend if u really want to waste ur time. i think u'll get the story even if u fast forward it all the way. i realised tt this film was rated with 1 and half stars. but his other movie, Mother, wasn't tt bad. but it's all about war, mother and son. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there was this bulgarian lecturer who pronounces my name as rui hin. i wrote down the pronunciation for him, racing. it's tiring when u'll have to try to get peeples to pronounce ur name correctly. but he's okay, except that have to get used to his accent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat else? 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