<?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-6123664</id><updated>2012-02-17T10:44:21.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Studio of Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>hanyong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>381</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123664.post-2778373191222697805</id><published>2010-05-22T17:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T18:06:54.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fool again</title><summary type='text'>Its surprising what people can do to others. I kind of stumbled upon my old blog (previous one) and read the last few posts that were up there. Somehow it kinds of snaps me back to reality.People say that history teaches us about why the present is the way it is, and foretells the future. Doesn't that mean that we are all trapped in an endless vicious cycle? Probably. Even with the technological </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/2778373191222697805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=2778373191222697805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/2778373191222697805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/2778373191222697805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2010/05/fool-again.html' title='Fool again'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-5277513655423535473</id><published>2009-12-17T10:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T10:14:07.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem 3 exam results + Post Yunnan trip</title><summary type='text'>Donnerstag17.12.2009Half my holidays are over. And whilst I was climbing mountains and eating uber oily food in china, my exam results were patiently awaiting my return.One thing for sure, I did better than previous semester. But still it is disappointing to see Ds and Cs. Especially for my PS, which I got a C. (In relation to the previous D, this is an improvement)Aural and Sight Singing was a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/5277513655423535473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=5277513655423535473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/5277513655423535473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/5277513655423535473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2009/12/sem-3-exam-results-post-yunnan-trip.html' title='Sem 3 exam results + Post Yunnan trip'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-4989813111248638680</id><published>2009-12-04T00:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T01:07:20.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I-want-to-go-for-ITG2010" fund</title><summary type='text'>4th December 2009FreitagmorgenOh gosh. My sleeping hours are weird. Who sleeps at 4am and wakes up at 4pm? *raises hand*Anyway, I'll be flying off to China on saturday night, will be back in 10 days time and arriving in singapore on the 15th. Not sure what will happen there, but I'm guessing a LOT of walking, and staring at mountains and rivers. *scratches head*Time to start saving money! Because</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/4989813111248638680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=4989813111248638680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/4989813111248638680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/4989813111248638680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-want-to-go-for-itg2010-fund.html' title='&quot;I-want-to-go-for-ITG2010&quot; fund'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-9106425685855923501</id><published>2009-10-13T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T00:30:06.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing, losing, lost.</title><summary type='text'>13th October 2009TuesdayAfter staring at a blank screen for some time, I feel I ought to start somewhere.Following up from my previous post, I collected my pay yesterday. And the supposed steamboat dinner did not happen. What happened, was an improvised dinner for three - Sherrill, Jess and me, at Xin Wang HK Cafe. Not as exciting as envisioned. Weiwen joined as a while later, after his dance </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/9106425685855923501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=9106425685855923501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/9106425685855923501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/9106425685855923501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2009/10/13th-october-2009-tuesday-after-staring.html' title='Losing, losing, lost.'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-3080486616816896065</id><published>2009-09-30T15:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T15:42:36.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post F1</title><summary type='text'>30th September 2009WednesdayF1 is over. It was a busy weekend, with long hours of labour and little time to rest. Still, the company that I found on the roofs of the sky suites were invaluable.The sun bearing down harshly during setup; the hours of waiting before the first guests start arriving; the roar of the engines as the drivers control their machines from their cockpits.All these would have</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/3080486616816896065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=3080486616816896065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/3080486616816896065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/3080486616816896065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2009/09/post-f1.html' title='Post F1'/><author><name>hanyong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJQLPTpn4w0/SsML1IBY_CI/AAAAAAAAAHY/aykMh8VkRdg/s72-c/7223_171323625782_548910782_4140727_3621834_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123664.post-6308108979887921815</id><published>2009-09-09T14:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T12:24:48.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This too, shall pass.</title><summary type='text'>9th September 2009MittwochThis too, shall pass.Here is a story from Krissy's valedictory speech at TP's graduation ceremony 2009.It was said that, in old Jerusalem, there was a king who had in his possession the most magnificent collection of precious jewels. Yet, he was unsatisfied, for he was told of the existence of a magical ring.A ring with such power that it could take a happy man’s joy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/6308108979887921815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=6308108979887921815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/6308108979887921815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/6308108979887921815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-too-shall-pass.html' title='This too, shall pass.'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-3828188018636338219</id><published>2009-09-03T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T14:33:13.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossing rivers</title><summary type='text'>3rd September 2009DonnerstagThere were three men standing in front of a river.The first man swam across, and shouted back to the two men on the other bank. 'Come my friends, the grass here is greener than any blade of grass over on your side!'Tempted by the first man, the second man leapt into the river and swam across. The two man then shouted back to the third man. 'Come my friend, the air here</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/3828188018636338219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=3828188018636338219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/3828188018636338219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/3828188018636338219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2009/09/walk-on-water.html' title='Crossing rivers'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-2484601691138933038</id><published>2009-08-30T01:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T01:58:54.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day off work</title><summary type='text'>30th August 2009SonntagHad a tiring day at the beach barbecuing. But it was nonetheless full of fun and laughter - a luxurious escape from the daily stress. Tomorrow, or rather, later, will be another long day, with job training, followed on with what I hope would be a productive practice session.Orchestra concert's on Tuesday, and I can't seem to be able to find my bowtie. Gosh. I need to get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/2484601691138933038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=2484601691138933038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/2484601691138933038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/2484601691138933038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-off-work.html' title='A day off work'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-8441824974156470741</id><published>2009-08-28T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T22:08:04.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Filling Boats</title><summary type='text'>28th August 2009FreitagA kind fisherman lived in a village by a lake. The lake had sustained his family and his fellow fishermen for generations, and they all lived harmoniously. One day, they went out to fish. His friends asked him politely if they could use his boat to store some of their equipment. Being a kindhearted person, he agreed readily. His friends dumped their extra equipment on his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/8441824974156470741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=8441824974156470741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/8441824974156470741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/8441824974156470741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2009/08/filling-boats.html' title='Filling Boats'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-5539938852750111046</id><published>2009-08-27T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T01:04:38.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two little mice</title><summary type='text'>27th August 2009DonnerstagThis is a common story which almost everyone has heard before. But here is it again, with a twist to it.There were two mice who fell into a bucket of milk. The first mouse thought : "Oh, life is always hard on me. I will be dead before the evening is over." Having resigned to his fate, he stopped struggling and prepared to drown.The second mouse, equally shaken by this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/5539938852750111046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=5539938852750111046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/5539938852750111046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/5539938852750111046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2009/08/two-little-mice.html' title='Two little mice'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-1593680793373951719</id><published>2009-08-23T19:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T22:08:48.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burning Houses</title><summary type='text'>23rd August 2009SundayA man lived alone in a cottage by the countryside. He loves his house, and all of his belongings. One day, a fire broke out in his kitchen and spreaded to his dining room. The flames were licking at his beautiful oak dining chairs. In a bid to save the chairs, he moved them out of the house. The fire then spreaded to the hall. The man decided to move his antique clock, along</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/1593680793373951719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=1593680793373951719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/1593680793373951719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/1593680793373951719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2009/08/short-story.html' title='Burning Houses'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-3120139944478361481</id><published>2009-08-18T21:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T21:19:53.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of the tunnel</title><summary type='text'>18th August 2009TuesdayKnowledge is the key to the futureNo, I'm not referring to the end of the Kallang-Paya Lebar Expressway, nor am I referring to our favourite mode of transport - the MRT. What I am talking about is the end of a life well provided for by my parents. My dad just told me today that after getting this diploma, I can't study anymore. If I want to, i'd have to work part time and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/3120139944478361481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=3120139944478361481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/3120139944478361481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/3120139944478361481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2009/08/end-of-tunnel.html' title='The end of the tunnel'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-8792938541278766748</id><published>2009-07-09T16:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T16:22:32.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addictions do kill.</title><summary type='text'>9th July 2009ThursdayWhat?! It's already the ninth of July?! Woe be me! The summer vacation is ending!But what have I done so far? Nothing much really. My practice has not been entirely honest, and it is a far cry from what I had in mind at the start of this vacation. Dive trip was cancelled, and I have yet to optimise my trumpet. And I am thinking of getting new mouthpieces. Hmm. Cashflow </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/8792938541278766748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=8792938541278766748&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/8792938541278766748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/8792938541278766748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2009/07/addictions-do-kill.html' title='Addictions do kill.'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-6263197902068650319</id><published>2009-06-25T09:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T10:53:25.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubbles</title><summary type='text'>25th June 2009ThursdayTonight will be a memory too; And a new day will beginAnother weird dream again. I was in some random guy's house, and you were there with a fever in one of the rooms using the computer in the corner. Then you opened a couple of MSN windows and posed me an IQ question, and I'm still trying to figure it out.Thursday. School's starting in about a month's time. Meanwhile, I am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/6263197902068650319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=6263197902068650319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/6263197902068650319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/6263197902068650319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2009/06/bubbles.html' title='Bubbles'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-789448525879081901</id><published>2009-06-18T17:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T17:34:16.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote by Ignacy Jan Paderewski</title><summary type='text'>18th June 2009Thursday‘If I don’t practice for one day, I know it; if I don’t practice for two days, the critics know it; if I don’t practice for three days, the audience knows it.’ – Ignacy Jan PaderewskiThat pretty much sums up my thoughts.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/789448525879081901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=789448525879081901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/789448525879081901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/789448525879081901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2009/06/quote-by-ignacy-jan-paderewski.html' title='Quote by Ignacy Jan Paderewski'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-5485336874007279715</id><published>2009-06-10T04:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T04:26:41.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><summary type='text'>10th June 2009WednesdayReflections from the water will reveal the truthI sort of lost control over myself today. I got emotional over my results, and a couple of memories that were invoked by certain words. I know the current predicament I am in was brought upon by myself, and I only have myself to blame.Liquor can't soothe the burns that has already occurred, and beer can't drown out all my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/5485336874007279715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=5485336874007279715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/5485336874007279715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/5485336874007279715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2009/06/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-3801587474057220912</id><published>2009-06-06T03:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T03:19:22.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results</title><summary type='text'>6th June 2009Saturday3am in the morning...Here I am, sitting at my laptop, with a litre of Erdinger beer in my belly. I am holding the letter which contains my examination results in my hand. But I am extremely hesitant about opening it.Here's an update on my academics. I failed Theory 1B due to attendance problems. And I screwed up my Principal Studies module. History should be fine. But </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/3801587474057220912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=3801587474057220912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/3801587474057220912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/3801587474057220912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2009/06/results.html' title='Results'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-7098344905037719380</id><published>2009-06-04T14:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T14:39:34.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>June Update</title><summary type='text'>4th June 2009ThursdayThe past month was totally horrible. If I was an ostrich, my head would have already been buried under 6 feet of sand.Exam was a total flop, extreme embarrassment to myself, my teacher, and the standards expected of me. Why? Probably due to nerves. Let me recall what I thought of it immediately after stepping out of the examination room.Went rather badly. Got stiff lips </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/7098344905037719380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=7098344905037719380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/7098344905037719380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/7098344905037719380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2009/06/june-update.html' title='June Update'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-4612482237850852346</id><published>2009-05-10T14:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T14:32:14.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>das ist nicht gut!</title><summary type='text'>10th May 2009SundayI held your hand, but you asked me to go. I sensed the bitterness in your words and the acidity in your gaze. Do you really hate me so?I have been having sleepless nights, probably because of the upcoming exam on monday. My mind is running all over the place, and when it does get settled and I drift off to sleep, I get weird dreams.I still can't get the triplets in Danza Movida</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/4612482237850852346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=4612482237850852346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/4612482237850852346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/4612482237850852346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2009/05/das-ist-nicht-gut.html' title='das ist nicht gut!'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-1833700295943016210</id><published>2009-05-06T11:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T01:05:55.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just bad</title><summary type='text'>6th may 2009WednesdayYou are deemed to have failed. Chew on that.I have been feeling pretty fucked up all the while now. Am I giving myself too much stress? But even so, it is simple things like pulse and rhythm. No excuse to mess those up. And also it has been almost 16 months since my embouchure change, and guess what? I am still hiding behind that excuse! Oh would you just give me a slap for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/1833700295943016210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=1833700295943016210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/1833700295943016210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/1833700295943016210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2009/05/6th-may-2009-wednesday-you-are-deemed.html' title='Just bad'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-5767009212927235457</id><published>2009-04-05T20:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T01:14:54.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakthrough!</title><summary type='text'>5th April 2009SundayButterflies and hurricanes. Checking in again after a long absence. And I have a feeling the next update would take quite a bit of time as well.There has been some progress in certain matters. Mood has been improving as well. And I do realise that mood has a lot to do with overall performance and attitude. Once I had a slight revelation in my playing, my mood brightened a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/5767009212927235457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=5767009212927235457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/5767009212927235457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/5767009212927235457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2009/04/5th-april-2009-sunday-checking-in-again.html' title='Breakthrough!'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-3814016385024362267</id><published>2009-03-24T13:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T13:14:01.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A bucket of ice, a bottle of wine.</title><summary type='text'>24th March 2008TuesdayI think I need to stop and look at what I am doing. Evidently, my methods now are simply producing a steadily rising blood pressure, and increasingly frequent bouts of tension headaches.What exactly is wrong?I need a cask of chilled wine. Coupled with a weekend on a deserted island.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/3814016385024362267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=3814016385024362267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/3814016385024362267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/3814016385024362267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2009/03/bucket-of-ice-bottle-of-wine.html' title='A bucket of ice, a bottle of wine.'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-3815323982551411184</id><published>2009-03-20T23:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T00:56:44.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>20th March 2008FridayFucked.It has been a long walk since where I have begun, but everything is still fucked. Once, there was a glimpse of hope in the future. Maybe, just maybe, I could get a seat in an orchestra one day. But looking at the way things are progressing, I just get a blank in my mind. Why am I such a dreamer? Why do I have such high aspirations, but when I set out to do it, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/3815323982551411184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=3815323982551411184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/3815323982551411184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/3815323982551411184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2009/03/20th-march-2008-friday-fucked.html' title=''/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-3190566822907070052</id><published>2009-02-24T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T00:49:19.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fouler than a foul fowl.</title><summary type='text'>Tuesday24th February 2009Status quo: SNAFUMy views on trouble still remains the same. Everything will go wrong at the same time, including rehearsals and reports.Semester 2 has been a nightmare thus far. Excluding the usual PS workload, there is Wind band, Brass band, Trumpet choir, Choir, all spamming rehearsals without an end to it. And the pieces are not exactly 1 + 1 standard. Thank goodness </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/3190566822907070052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=3190566822907070052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/3190566822907070052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/3190566822907070052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2009/02/fouler-than-foul-fowl.html' title='Fouler than a foul fowl.'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-6040440226308903117</id><published>2009-01-24T17:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T19:18:36.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take 5</title><summary type='text'>24th January 2009SaturdayI am halfway through my spring cleaning of my room. Almost everything is going down the chute, and the amount of junk accumulated never fails to surprise me. This year, I am tossing old cellphones(irreparable), old books, and almost all of my lecture notes from my poly days. Finally getting rid of all those crap. My table's pretty empty now, if you were wondering about it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/6040440226308903117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=6040440226308903117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/6040440226308903117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/6040440226308903117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2009/01/take-5.html' title='Take 5'/><author><name>hanyong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJQLPTpn4w0/SXr2AOMFNzI/AAAAAAAAAHM/j8cxittIt_Q/s72-c/Image077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123664.post-6687136478299314799</id><published>2009-01-06T12:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T13:16:10.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mountains.</title><summary type='text'>6th January 2009TuesdayWonders of the natural worldMy routine has been thorougly trashed due to my inconsistency. And it is the last week of holidays before semester two starts. Two concerts right before school starts - NAFA brass band + Justbrass on Saturday and Ngee Ann Polytechnic Band on Sunday. I have a bad feeling about these concerts though. Hope it turns out fine.Lots of weird dreams </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/6687136478299314799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=6687136478299314799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/6687136478299314799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/6687136478299314799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2009/01/mountains.html' title='Mountains.'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-874963960978322414</id><published>2008-12-31T08:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T08:29:01.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, Goodbye.</title><summary type='text'>31st December 2008WednesdayYou say goodbye and I say helloEvery now and then I sit around and look at life pass me by. Then the fact that time is flowing by quickly as well hits me and I start panicking. But such periods of reflection are inarguably beneficial for oneself. Or so I say.2008 has slipped by, rather quietly, though not that smoothly. Every single event in 2008 left a notch in my soul</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/874963960978322414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=874963960978322414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/874963960978322414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/874963960978322414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello-goodbye.html' title='Hello, Goodbye.'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-8057143527202610877</id><published>2008-12-25T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T02:46:31.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely Christmas</title><summary type='text'>25th December 2008ThursdayWhere's the magic?For me, Christmas has sort of lost its magic. What else to expect other than frustration and loneliness from every aspect of life?The day passed by like every other weekend. The main difference lies in the fact that you have to act cheerful and keep a smile on your face when you meet friends and wish them a merry Christmas. Or even when typing out a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/8057143527202610877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=8057143527202610877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/8057143527202610877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/8057143527202610877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2008/12/lonely-christmas.html' title='Lonely Christmas'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-7346246443912632345</id><published>2008-12-24T12:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T13:06:01.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Denial of truth</title><summary type='text'>24th December 2008WednesdayIn our lifetime, we probably would have certain situations where someone close, or not so close, passes a passing comment that would resurface in your thoughts from time to time. Such comments, or rather, small snippets of advice, usually provides an additional resolve to carry you forward in life. At least it does for me. These small snippets of wise advice may come </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/7346246443912632345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=7346246443912632345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/7346246443912632345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/7346246443912632345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2008/12/denial-of-truth.html' title='Denial of truth'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-1301887534548222735</id><published>2008-12-16T12:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T12:46:31.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One step forth, one step back</title><summary type='text'>16th December 2008TuesdayWeathered faces lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving handHow many times does a bird fall before it learns to fly? Too many a time I suppose. And surely there would be one or two doomed ones that fall and break their wings.This is the umpteen time I got out of one problem only to face another problem. And it is frustrating. Really frustrating, and I do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/1301887534548222735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=1301887534548222735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/1301887534548222735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/1301887534548222735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-step-forth-one-step-back.html' title='One step forth, one step back'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-2621116602716593699</id><published>2008-12-11T15:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:13:52.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raindrops keep falling....</title><summary type='text'>11th December 2008ThursdayRaindrops keep falling on my...On days like this, I feel really thankful for being born into a family which can afford a roof over our heads. Whilst other less fortunate people in rather backward societies have to stand with trees as shelter. I watch the rain through the glass panes of the window, taking in the steady pitter-patter like morphine to a drug dependent </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/2621116602716593699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=2621116602716593699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/2621116602716593699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/2621116602716593699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2008/12/raindrops-keep-falling.html' title='Raindrops keep falling....'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-4806021799447753002</id><published>2008-12-10T12:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:53:32.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbershop Quartets</title><summary type='text'>10th December 2008WednesdayWhy did the chicken cross the road? (Answer at the end of the post)I am back from Chiang Mai. Actually I have been back for a couple of days. The trip was fun and interesting. But nothing beats the wonderful weather in Singapore. Okay I am just kidding. Who in the right mind would love the warm and humid weather here?Results from semester 1 examination is out. I pretty </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/4806021799447753002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=4806021799447753002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/4806021799447753002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/4806021799447753002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2008/12/10th-december-2008-wednesday-why-did.html' title='Barbershop Quartets'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-6372211592221977206</id><published>2008-11-22T09:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T09:57:31.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Media wit? Simply a case of trying too hard.</title><summary type='text'>22nd November 2008SaturdayNothing-to-insert (no, not dildos)Pardon the lack of witty one liners. Cliche as it might seem, one liners still do a fantastically great job in opening a presentation, or conversation - in this case, a blog entry.Lots of things have been happening in the past week. First the masterclass right after Xinmin's band camp, then birthday celebrations where I got totally </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/6372211592221977206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=6372211592221977206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/6372211592221977206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/6372211592221977206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2008/11/media-wit-simply-case-of-trying-too.html' title='Media wit? Simply a case of trying too hard.'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-4114663795291861970</id><published>2008-11-13T00:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:45:41.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shouts of freedom</title><summary type='text'>13th November 2008ThursdayScreams of victory!History is history! Finally the dreaded papers, namely harmony and history, are over! The smell of freedom never smelt so much like a... practice studio. What on Earth? Oh well, since the Principal Studies examinations have not yet passed, what else to do other than coop yourself up in the practice studio and breathe trumpet.Now comes the complaints. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/4114663795291861970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=4114663795291861970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/4114663795291861970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/4114663795291861970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2008/11/shouts-of-freedom.html' title='Shouts of freedom'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-3291790231907368426</id><published>2008-11-11T23:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T00:27:07.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vincent</title><summary type='text'>11th November 2008TuesdayStarry study nightPardon the parody of the opening lines of Don McLean's song 'Vincent'. A song written in tribute to artist Vincent van Gogh, the opening lines of "starry starry night" makes references to Van Gogh's work - "Starry Night".Will someone remind me that the exams have barely begun? Alright. Not that I need the reminder. The problem with me is that I lack the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/3291790231907368426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=3291790231907368426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/3291790231907368426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/3291790231907368426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2008/11/11th-november-2008-tuesday-will-someone.html' title='Vincent'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-374138556284686208</id><published>2008-11-11T00:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T01:02:46.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let freedom ring!</title><summary type='text'>11th November 2008TuesdayOnce in a long while I decide to post a video to supplement my posts. Regulars would realise that in five years or so of blogging history, I have not put in any single video on my blog. I guess there's a first time to everything. Dump the words and pamper the ears right?Enjoy this fabulous video I somehow stumbled upon while clicking randomly on Youtube - I was initially </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/374138556284686208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=374138556284686208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/374138556284686208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/374138556284686208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2008/11/let-freedom-ring.html' title='Let freedom ring!'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-1446521102253185967</id><published>2008-11-07T02:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T03:08:41.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smashing the Red Button</title><summary type='text'>7th November 2008FridayWhen life gives you shit, go to the toilet.When life gives you a bunch of sour grapes, use them to make wine.With all the exams coming right in my face, I have no other choice than to cram my face into the books and start smashing the panic button. Yes. I am panicking.As usual, at the very last minute (probably the second last minute instead - I started earlier this time), </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/1446521102253185967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=1446521102253185967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/1446521102253185967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/1446521102253185967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2008/11/smashing-red-button.html' title='Smashing the Red Button'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-1361219700709726115</id><published>2008-10-27T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T22:20:03.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading off the strokes</title><summary type='text'>27th October 2008MondayDeepavaliDone a online handwriting analysis, link gotten from Kosin, here are my results.i) Han Yong is moderately outgoing.             kind, friendly, affectionate and considerate of others. He has the ability to put himself into the other person's shoes.ii) Han Yong will be somewhat moody, with highs and lows.              Sometimes he will be happy, the next day he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/1361219700709726115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=1361219700709726115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/1361219700709726115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/1361219700709726115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2008/10/reading-off-strokes.html' title='Reading off the strokes'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-5104293308762467959</id><published>2008-10-18T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T02:09:23.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creator.</title><summary type='text'>18th October 2008SaturdayI used to believe there was a superior being somewhere, watching over us. Always compassionate and caring and full of love. I used to think that a creator created us all, equal amongst one another and full of brotherly love. I used to think that love built bridges from one soul to the other. I used to believe in a fairytale.But I came to realise that even if the creator </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/5104293308762467959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=5104293308762467959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/5104293308762467959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/5104293308762467959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2008/10/creator.html' title='Creator.'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-537167821781802343</id><published>2008-10-17T23:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T00:56:57.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Murder.</title><summary type='text'>17th October 2008FridayThey say words are sharper knives. How ironic for me, who takes pride in my words, to learn that lesson the hard way.For the first time in my life, murder ran across my mind. It seems like such a simple task, to place a nail gun against another's neck, to pull the trigger and feel the recoil. How long would it take for life to ebb away through a hole in the artery the size </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/537167821781802343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=537167821781802343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/537167821781802343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/537167821781802343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2008/10/waning-and-waxing.html' title='Murder.'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-2652857874523547790</id><published>2008-10-15T22:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:52:32.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Distant. Self bollocking session.</title><summary type='text'>15th October 2008Wednesday...into the primal stage...JEALOUSY and despair runs alongside frustration. Or so I believe. Along with a full array of other emotions, mostly negative. Negative negative negative.I guess all that hate is reflected in my writings and my choice of music. Even the sound that comes out from the end of my trumpet sounds brutal and cold. Why, after thousands of years of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/2652857874523547790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=2652857874523547790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/2652857874523547790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/2652857874523547790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2008/10/distant-self-bollocking-session.html' title='Distant. Self bollocking session.'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-5890917901078014177</id><published>2008-10-12T21:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T22:36:47.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrate. Life. Blind.</title><summary type='text'>12th October 2008SundayThe poor among the rich among the poor.Why do I feel my shell closing up on me again? Shutting out the pain. No. Rather, shutting in the pain. It is my own struggle, my own journey. No one can ever understand it. No one will ever experience the same fight. To put it in a simpler way, the feeling of life now resembles a long run in waist deep water. The only option is to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/5890917901078014177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=5890917901078014177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/5890917901078014177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/5890917901078014177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2008/10/frustrate-life-blind.html' title='Frustrate. Life. Blind.'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-8027216752774667661</id><published>2008-10-08T23:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T00:06:18.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making a living off sympathy</title><summary type='text'>8th October 2008WednesdayTest of goodwill, or sheer emotion manipulation?Brass band today was awfully boring. Playing the cornet sucks. At least, playing the cornet that I am using really sucks. Intonation is really bad, the mouthpiece feels weird, and I keep getting double buzz in my sound. Every brass band practice makes me feel totally demoralised, and it really is a waste of time.I always </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/8027216752774667661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=8027216752774667661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/8027216752774667661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/8027216752774667661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2008/10/making-living-off-sympathy.html' title='Making a living off sympathy'/><author><name>hanyong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJQLPTpn4w0/SOzW0E_laHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/UPMBqyKkt8I/s72-c/08OCT14.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123664.post-1788994906048049728</id><published>2008-10-05T13:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T14:02:37.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The mask 'neath the mask 'neath the mask.</title><summary type='text'>5th October 2008SundayLazy sunday, as expected after a night of booze and insane laughter, which, unsurprisingly, done nothing more than effectively killing a couple of hours off the night.Yong Lin's birthday celebration was pretty happening, with a few good laughs here and there. Coupled with a truckload of booze, it was a miracle no one got drowned in his own beer.On lazy Sundays, usually work </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/1788994906048049728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=1788994906048049728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/1788994906048049728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/1788994906048049728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2008/10/mask-neath-mask-neath-mask.html' title='The mask &apos;neath the mask &apos;neath the mask.'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-9003552658703742894</id><published>2008-09-29T03:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T03:23:21.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deadlines that spur</title><summary type='text'>29th September 2008MondayTechnically, it is Monday. But at 3am in the morning, you'd say it is indeed hard to tell the difference between a late Sunday night and a early Monday morning.You know, people usually talk about having Monday blues. But now is more of baroque Monday, rather than blues. With my 'to do' list crammed full of presentation and history related items, no wonder why my head is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/9003552658703742894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=9003552658703742894&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/9003552658703742894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/9003552658703742894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2008/09/deadlines-that-spur.html' title='Deadlines that spur'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-8920715810531900208</id><published>2008-09-27T14:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T15:36:49.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Formula One racing</title><summary type='text'>27th September 2008SaturdayWhat's on the headlines these few days? You don't even have to look. Of course it's Formula 1 racing. Being a first in so many ways, the coverage of this historical event far surpasses the other upcoming events, such as the Singapore Sun Festival, the ongoing Festival Mexicano, and many others.As an international event that will ultimately draw more than a hundred </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/8920715810531900208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=8920715810531900208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/8920715810531900208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/8920715810531900208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2008/09/formula-one-racing.html' title='Formula One racing'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-8063061130667047627</id><published>2008-09-14T15:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T15:34:25.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NAPFA IS SPELT WITH A P.</title><summary type='text'>14th September 2008SundaySunny Sunday never fails to bring a back of sweat of the people toiling about their everyday chores. Even the short bus trip to Pasir Ris and back brought about a steady stream of complains.After enrolling in NAFA, I get increasingly irritated by people who misspell NAPFA (National Physical Fitness Award) as NAFA. Why can people get club names like MOS, DXO correct, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/8063061130667047627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=8063061130667047627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/8063061130667047627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/8063061130667047627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2008/09/napfa-is-spelt-with-p.html' title='NAPFA IS SPELT WITH A P.'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-3844886292539968024</id><published>2008-09-12T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T00:54:05.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of term break</title><summary type='text'>12th September 2008FridayEnd of term breakWhilst many other institutions are busy having examinations and regular lessons, we are blessed with a one week holiday. Though it sounds nice, the one week break is actually an excuse for lecturers to flood us with make-up lessons and mock exams.I had a lesson with Mr Richard Adams today. He fixed my embouchure, shifting the anchor point to right below </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/3844886292539968024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=3844886292539968024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/3844886292539968024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/3844886292539968024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2008/09/end-of-term-break.html' title='End of term break'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-7074624247477667779</id><published>2008-09-11T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T23:07:11.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>11th September 2008ThursdayIt has been a long time since I last wrote something in here. Or more specifically, typed something.As always, school has been occupying bulk of my time. But with the portfolios all subdued and placed behind me, the stress coming from assignments has been decreased dramatically. Of course, the remaining portfolios will have to be done sooner or later, and if left to my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/7074624247477667779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=7074624247477667779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/7074624247477667779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/7074624247477667779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2008/09/11th-september-2008-thursday-it-has.html' title=''/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-7611723461865198850</id><published>2008-08-20T00:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T11:55:51.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trumpet Recital</title><summary type='text'>19th August 2008TuesdayJust a quick update on an upcoming recital by my teacher.Commuter Concert Series 08/09 Date : 25 August 2008 Time : 6.30pm Venue : Lee Foundation Theatre NAFA Campus 3 151 Bencoolen Street Singapore 189656 Email : music@nafa.edu.sg Admission : S$8 (plus $1 booking fee)Buy your tickets on www.GATECRASH.com.sg, any SingPost Post Office counter or S.A.M kiosk island-wide! For </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/7611723461865198850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=7611723461865198850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/7611723461865198850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/7611723461865198850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2008/08/19th-august-2008-tuesday-just-quick.html' title='Trumpet Recital'/><author><name>hanyong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJQLPTpn4w0/SKrxazXRRFI/AAAAAAAAACw/V842kPRoB8s/s72-c/08AUG25.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123664.post-7981586017596378250</id><published>2008-08-16T02:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T03:06:27.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self expectations</title><summary type='text'>16th August 2008Saturday...a degree more severe.Yes it is officially saturday now. But the way I see it, it feels like a late entry from the Friday mood.School is getting pretty stressful, and the true colours of each classmates are beginning to show. (Since the cohort is so small, I refer to the entire cohort as a class.) For some, the colours are really vibrant and sweet. Others, not as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/7981586017596378250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=7981586017596378250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/7981586017596378250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/7981586017596378250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2008/08/self-expectations.html' title='Self expectations'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-2300615091260762640</id><published>2008-08-03T22:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T23:03:13.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Predictability</title><summary type='text'>3rd August 2008SundayPredictabilityMaybe the world remained as it is, with the only change happening being me. Quite a selfish way of thinking. But surprisingly, some people do think in such a manner. And by placing all the blame on themself, they think they can appease the world and everything will be fine. Purely being naive? In some cases, I think simply "being naive" is an understatement.The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/2300615091260762640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=2300615091260762640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/2300615091260762640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/2300615091260762640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2008/08/predictability.html' title='Predictability'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-5899326477386502604</id><published>2008-08-03T05:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T06:34:39.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>comme il faut</title><summary type='text'>3rd August 2008SundayThe proper way, as it must be.It is 5am local time, I am losing sleep primarily because of sore muscles.Comme il faut. Literally meaning 'as it must', is a phrase adapted from the French language. It means that one should do things according to local norms, or accepted conventions.Looking at it, I get reminded of how the 'norm' path of education is like in Singapore. Primary </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/5899326477386502604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=5899326477386502604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/5899326477386502604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/5899326477386502604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2008/08/comme-il-faut.html' title='comme il faut'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-1431966322396674300</id><published>2008-07-23T23:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T00:26:06.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Precarious apprehension.</title><summary type='text'>23rd July 2008Wednesday...the mist will clear one day, and the path laid true.Pardon me if my entry doesn't make sense. I just need an outlet to release the excess pressure within.After three days in NAFA as a full time student, I realise that the requirements are very much different from the access course. Those fears and worries that were embedded and stowed away from the frontal lobes of my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/1431966322396674300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=1431966322396674300&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/1431966322396674300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/1431966322396674300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2008/07/23rd-july-2008-wednesday-pardon-me-if.html' title='Precarious apprehension.'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-3205422347639143135</id><published>2008-07-16T20:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T21:08:07.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>16th July 2008WednesdayOrientation was not as fun as I imagined it to be. Well, it really is more of matriculation than orientation. The main purpose of the whole orientation business is to register the modules, which I think had some problems. I am expecting a really chaotic first day for everyone due to the confusion in the modules registration.Here is the quiz that some people have been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/3205422347639143135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=3205422347639143135&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/3205422347639143135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/3205422347639143135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2008/07/16th-july-2008-wednesday-orientation.html' title=''/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-3861056224023840828</id><published>2008-07-14T21:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T21:53:53.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Milestone</title><summary type='text'>14th July 2008Monday...A new beginning.Tomorrow's the orientation for NAFA. It feels weird to be going through another orientation after experiencing the one at Ngee Ann. Somehow it's like a milestone in my life, signalling a new beginning. As dreamlike as it would seem, it's happening tomorrow starting at 9am. It'll definitely be a new experience, to know everyone new that I'll be living and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/3861056224023840828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=3861056224023840828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/3861056224023840828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/3861056224023840828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2008/07/milestone.html' title='Milestone'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-8962350905081358270</id><published>2008-07-11T19:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T19:53:03.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A sea of flames</title><summary type='text'>11th July 2008Friday...the glory of the setting sun.As the seconds ticked by, the clouds above the land erupted in a blaze of flames, laying a beautiful red across the entire sky. Ripples of orange and yellow laced the fiery red. The clouds were still. There were layers upon layers of them, all immersed in the glory of the setting sun.The colours intensified to a climatic point, from which it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/8962350905081358270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=8962350905081358270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/8962350905081358270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/8962350905081358270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2008/07/sea-of-flames.html' title='A sea of flames'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-8765412132711178872</id><published>2008-06-23T13:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T15:03:14.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the backseat</title><summary type='text'>23rd June 2008MondayLost in the backseat of life.For all the students out there, welcome back to school! Holidays always feel too short no matter how long they are. But then again, school term always drag on forever. So I guess that negates each other.When holidays come, all the work is thrown into the backseat and forgotten. Until when the holidays are running short, then everyone starts </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/8765412132711178872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=8765412132711178872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/8765412132711178872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/8765412132711178872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-backseat.html' title='In the backseat'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-4105167419051632479</id><published>2008-06-18T01:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T01:51:51.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of wine and meat</title><summary type='text'>18th June 2008WednesdayOf wine and meat and the joys of lifeAll those that I can't enjoy right now. Simply because I have a freakin' cough. Well, if that ain't bad enough, throw in a bad cold which, thankfully, recovered a couple of days back.Ngee Ann band camp was fun. Coupled with a party of fun loving people, we had a blast playing pranks and getting pranked. Lots of paint were involved, as we</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/4105167419051632479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=4105167419051632479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/4105167419051632479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/4105167419051632479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2008/06/of-wine-and-meat.html' title='Of wine and meat'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-8155181923034967658</id><published>2008-06-08T07:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T07:52:32.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time forgotten</title><summary type='text'>8th June 2008SundayLost skillsHow long has it been since I last handled a deck, or performed magic? Slightly over 3 years I guess. It makes me sound old, but that is life. After 3 long years, I have totally forgotten all my sleights and flourishes. (Not that I have that much skill to be proud off.)But after such a long time, I finally picked up the cards and did a simple Ambitious Card effect for</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/8155181923034967658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=8155181923034967658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/8155181923034967658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/8155181923034967658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2008/06/time-forgotten.html' title='Time forgotten'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-3798821086567034165</id><published>2008-06-05T10:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T10:48:24.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Issues - NS &amp; Studies</title><summary type='text'>5th June 2008ThursdayCouch potatoI'm rapidly becoming a couch potato. Except that I'm losing weight instead of gaining weight. Tonsillitis sucks. It kills your appetite, makes you puke, and makes swallowing difficult. Put that, that and that together and you have a major headache on how, or what to eat.For the past few days while I have been killing myself at home, I managed to get certain things</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/3798821086567034165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=3798821086567034165&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/3798821086567034165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/3798821086567034165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2008/06/issues-ns-studies.html' title='Issues - NS &amp; Studies'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-3170908446903264469</id><published>2008-05-31T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T11:11:10.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonsillitis</title><summary type='text'>31st May 2008SaturdayA day with tonsillitisI woke up at 5am to puke. And nothing came out. That's not surprising considering the fact that I had totally no appetite for the past few days. The total of what I had over the past 4 days is approximately equivalent to what I usually eat in a day. And so I puked. And there wasn't even digestive juices that came out. But that made everything feel better</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/3170908446903264469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=3170908446903264469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/3170908446903264469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/3170908446903264469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2008/05/tonsillitis.html' title='Tonsillitis'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-7380566481822984670</id><published>2008-05-21T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T01:37:52.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Degradation of society?</title><summary type='text'>五月 二十一日 二零零八年星期四A day's work in a nutshellI attempted to write this post in Chinese. But as you can see, it turned out to be a complete failure. Maybe except for the date, which I think I got it right. At least I hope I got it right.Well, my PS went pretty badly. With only a couple more weeks before school officially starts for me. (Actually its about 6 or 7 weeks) Should I get a job? Or should I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/7380566481822984670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=7380566481822984670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/7380566481822984670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/7380566481822984670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2008/05/degradation-of-society.html' title='Degradation of society?'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-127150367683127665</id><published>2008-05-18T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T00:44:21.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wandering.. Through wonderland?</title><summary type='text'>18th May 2008SundayWandering thoughtsHow long would you spend on someone who will not spend a single second on you? This thought came to me randomly. Like how things happen without warning at times. But still, it is a question I cannot answer.It depends on the situation I guess. If the person is someone important, I guess I will wait for a while. But even so, if the important person feels that it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/127150367683127665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=127150367683127665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/127150367683127665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/127150367683127665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2008/05/wandering-through-wonderland.html' title='Wandering.. Through wonderland?'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-1091072610220870530</id><published>2008-05-12T14:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T15:36:27.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional peaks and dips - Do they really matter?</title><summary type='text'>12th May 2008MondayEmotional peaks and dips - Do they really matter?Oh crap. It already is May of 2008! The last time I remembered checking the date, the year was still 2007. And I was still feeling awkward about writing 2007 instead of 2006. This reminds me that time does not wait for anyone. Anyone. Well, maybe until someone manages to find a way to control time. But that is never going to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/1091072610220870530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=1091072610220870530&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/1091072610220870530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/1091072610220870530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2008/05/emotional-peaks-and-dips-do-they-really.html' title='Emotional peaks and dips - Do they really matter?'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-2957026580089639604</id><published>2008-05-09T15:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T16:14:41.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baroque Trumpet</title><summary type='text'>9th May 2008FridayBaroque trumpetTime really do fly. It has been almost a month, but not quite there yet, since I last updated this blog. For this hiatus, I have no better reason other than pure laziness. Well, I think most people can relate to my situation as blogging sometimes take away energy and mood.Lessons are behind me now for the time being. And I am expected to take up a job to ease my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/2957026580089639604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=2957026580089639604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/2957026580089639604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/2957026580089639604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2008/05/9th-may-2008-friday-time-really-do-fly.html' title='Baroque Trumpet'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-812209036042731037</id><published>2008-04-18T21:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T01:30:16.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One fine day</title><summary type='text'>18th April 2008FridayOne fine dayMy illness has more or less recovered, and everything has been running clockwork since then. With a little bit of frustrations here and there during practicing, but other than that, life has been treating me well.  I can't really say the same with my optimism though. It just seems to be going downhill all the time.I'm currently taking a break from practicing and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/812209036042731037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=812209036042731037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/812209036042731037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/812209036042731037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-fine-day.html' title='One fine day'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-2078782363451827284</id><published>2008-03-31T11:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T12:11:36.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick like a Dog</title><summary type='text'>31st March 2008MondaySick like a DogThis brings us back to a couple of years back, when saying such things suddenly became popular among my group of friends.We tend to describe things with comparison to a dog. Maybe because dogs are man's best friend?But the point is we taunt people using the animal (xxxxx's dog) and we describe things by comparing it to the animal (ugly like a dog). Why has the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/2078782363451827284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=2078782363451827284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/2078782363451827284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/2078782363451827284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2008/03/sick-like-dog.html' title='Sick like a Dog'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-4774594587168985803</id><published>2008-03-25T20:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T20:55:08.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>神童（Shindo）</title><summary type='text'>25th March 2008Tuesday神童I just finished watching Shindo. Apart from gushing over Riko Narumi, this movie portrayed some of the vulnerabilities of being talented. We usually think that talented people have it easy. But when you know someone who is blessed with real talent, most of the time people refuse to acknowledge their talent and treat them like some weirdo.That might or might not be true. It</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/4774594587168985803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=4774594587168985803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/4774594587168985803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/4774594587168985803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2008/03/shindo.html' title='神童（Shindo）'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-1438421795542972720</id><published>2008-03-24T20:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T20:34:07.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once in a while, you realise life isn't so bad after all</title><summary type='text'>24th March 2008MondayOnce in a while, you realise life isn't so bad after all.Firstly, I apologise for the lack of updates. (Mostly due to my own laziness and addiction to WOW.) Addictions are evil things that eat away your time, this I have learnt.Every now and then, I like to stop whatever I am doing and take a break, look back at my progress and evaluate. Usually all these leaves me in a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/1438421795542972720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=1438421795542972720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/1438421795542972720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/1438421795542972720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2008/03/once-in-while-you-realise-life-isnt-so.html' title='Once in a while, you realise life isn&apos;t so bad after all'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-7444156945809046632</id><published>2008-03-08T02:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T02:47:17.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the blue</title><summary type='text'>8th March 2008SaturdayOut of the blueAll of a sudden, my blogging frenzy returned. After countless days of having nothing to blog about, I suddenly have a few posts within a week.My practice schedule has been pretty chaotic recently. Because of hours of choir practices and unholy bedtimes, I'm pretty much slacking off on my practices. I should be putting in more hours of work from now on. The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/7444156945809046632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=7444156945809046632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/7444156945809046632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/7444156945809046632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2008/03/out-of-blue.html' title='Out of the blue'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-2313869990879530255</id><published>2008-03-05T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T00:46:49.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets revealed!</title><summary type='text'>5th March 2008WednesdaySecrets revealed!You know you have been slackng on your blogging frequency when all you get frm your first sentence is typograpihcal errors, typographical erorrs, and more typographical errors. In the short span of one sentence, there are already four misspellings.Away from the typo-s, here is another post to bring some life to this dull place. I seldom have time to post </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/2313869990879530255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=2313869990879530255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/2313869990879530255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/2313869990879530255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2008/03/secrets-revealed.html' title='Secrets revealed!'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-6465052452935058890</id><published>2008-02-26T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T00:54:32.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy food</title><summary type='text'>26th February 2008WednesdayDoctor's prescription: Happy food.This place has been rotting for quite a while now. I realised that the analogy from the previous post was not the least bit accurate. Looks like i need more research before coming up with some accurate quizes.Anyway, here's the gist of the post. Doctor's prescription: Happy Food. What on Earth is that? Well, that is my way of calling </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/6465052452935058890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=6465052452935058890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/6465052452935058890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/6465052452935058890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-food.html' title='Happy food'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-814233171281139764</id><published>2008-02-15T23:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T02:10:16.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Restraint</title><summary type='text'>15th February 2008FridayYear of the RatThis is a little late. But here comes the Lunar New Year wishes! I wish all my readers success in everything they do, be it studies, work or social life.Since it is the year of the Rat, let me start this post off with some rat trivia. First off, a rat can last longer without water than a camel. I bet you didn't know about that. And talk about rising </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/814233171281139764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=814233171281139764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/814233171281139764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/814233171281139764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2008/02/restraint.html' title='Restraint'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-1767509150063954673</id><published>2008-01-30T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T23:32:55.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drink less water, pay less money</title><summary type='text'>30th January 2008WednesdayDrink more water?Life has been crazy these days. I think I am putting on weight. I think I am being evil too. And not to forget about lack of sleep. Talk about dozing off during performances. Hah!Finally I am blogging again about something new. Put the fishes and coffee away and move on to a new topic. For this post, the main topic will be about 饮水思源. For non-chinese </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/1767509150063954673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=1767509150063954673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/1767509150063954673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/1767509150063954673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2008/01/drink-less-water-pay-less-money.html' title='Drink less water, pay less money'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-2213757495084197771</id><published>2008-01-20T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T23:22:36.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee and Fish?</title><summary type='text'>20th January 2008SundayIt has been quite a long while since I last updated. Life has been pretty well, not angsty like some of you put it. The only complain I have is my ulcer which has left me mumbling instead of talking.I was watching CNA just now and I came across this programme where they were talking about how a person's diet affects him. And a few of the experiments they carried out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/2213757495084197771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=2213757495084197771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/2213757495084197771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/2213757495084197771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2008/01/coffee-and-fish.html' title='Coffee and Fish?'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-5925338989486702473</id><published>2008-01-13T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T00:48:33.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burnout!</title><summary type='text'>13th January 2008SundayBurnoutLife now is like making a sandwich. You have to try and pack everything between dawn and dusk and try to make the best out of it. It is like a sandwich making competition where you try to get the best quality from every single item you put between that two slabs of bread.And participating in such a competition requires stamina. I am picking up steam and I feel my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/5925338989486702473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=5925338989486702473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/5925338989486702473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/5925338989486702473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2008/01/burnout.html' title='Burnout!'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-7881270283779826366</id><published>2008-01-12T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T13:11:09.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy flights.</title><summary type='text'>12th January 2008SaturdayBusy flightsI mean flights as in travelling. Not literally flight. Recently I have been really busy, and all my readers get from visiting my blog is a emo post staring back at them. Wow. Looking at the date of that post reminds me that I have not been blogging for 9 days. Damn.Anyway, for the past couple of days, life has not been flowing too smoothly. I decided to cram </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/7881270283779826366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=7881270283779826366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/7881270283779826366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/7881270283779826366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2008/01/busy-flights.html' title='Busy flights.'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-5917843882936871289</id><published>2008-01-03T22:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T21:32:45.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>****ed  up period</title><summary type='text'>3rd January 2008ThursdayIt feels weird to be typing 2008 instead of 2007. Somehow, the new year feels slightly less joyful as it should be.Maybe I am going through a rough patch here. But it really feels as though there is a tow truck trying to tow my heart away. Should I be feeling this way? I was born inquisitive. And when there is something that I do not understand, I get pretty emo. Well, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/5917843882936871289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=5917843882936871289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/5917843882936871289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/5917843882936871289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2008/01/fuckedup-emo-gay-shitass-period.html' title='****ed  up period'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-1347815375895360124</id><published>2008-01-02T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T15:19:15.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye 2007 Hello 2008!</title><summary type='text'>2nd January 2007WednesdayIf it isn't the post that was supposed to be the last post of 2007. But at least it is the first post of 2008 (after deleting the proxy post).First off, summary of 2007. To cut the long story short, I'm going to list the number of significant things that happened. Some are masked due to sensitive reasons.- Turned 18- Received Open Water Diver's license- Got rejected- </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/1347815375895360124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=1347815375895360124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/1347815375895360124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/1347815375895360124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2008/01/goodbye-2007-hello-2008.html' title='Goodbye 2007 Hello 2008!'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-2380197484218627536</id><published>2007-12-29T03:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T04:42:13.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visual deficiencies</title><summary type='text'>29th December 2007SundayVisual deficienciesNo, this post is not about any irregular physical conditions. This post is about the tendency of local citizens, namely Singaporeans, to focus more on less than important issues rather than pressing issues that require immediate attention.Starting off with the festivities. As I mentioned before in many of my posts, celebrating festivities are simply a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/2380197484218627536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=2380197484218627536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/2380197484218627536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/2380197484218627536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2007/12/visual-deficiencies.html' title='Visual deficiencies'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-597923815873842608</id><published>2007-12-25T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T17:49:25.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas: a realist's view</title><summary type='text'>25th December 2007TuesdayChristmas: a realist's viewAfter weeks of not updating, I have finally decided to do a proper post (now that the effects of alcohol has worn off). Since the last update, I have been clearing my schedules, doing things that I should have done ages ago. That includes going for a dive trip, albeit a local dive, catching up with old classmates and feeling guilty for not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/597923815873842608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=597923815873842608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/597923815873842608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/597923815873842608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-realists-view.html' title='Christmas: a realist&apos;s view'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-6853740539081997753</id><published>2007-12-15T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T22:50:34.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clean air?</title><summary type='text'>15th December 2007SaturdayThe air has been really clean and fresh recently. When it is not raining, I can see the lights from far away. And the beam from the lighthouse (I think it's Horsburg Lighthouse) is especially visible from my window right now. Random? But I feel that this is an observation that is worth mentioning considering the amount of pollutants we get in our air these days.The last </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/6853740539081997753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=6853740539081997753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/6853740539081997753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/6853740539081997753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2007/12/15th-december-2007-saturday-air-has.html' title='Clean air?'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-8129292479931600771</id><published>2007-12-11T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T14:27:33.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Santa</title><summary type='text'>11th December 2007TuesdayA letter to Santa, a reminder to Man.Dear Sir,2007 is coming to an end. 2008 is arriving. Everything seems to be passing so quickly. I hope the climate change does not affect you at the North Pole. Precautions have been taken against Global Warming, which they say is the cause for the melting of the polar caps. I have no idea how serious it is. They say the sea level will</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/8129292479931600771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=8129292479931600771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/8129292479931600771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/8129292479931600771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2007/12/dear-santa.html' title='Dear Santa'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-5810105723030282379</id><published>2007-12-09T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T15:16:02.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Setbacks; one after another</title><summary type='text'>9th December 2007SundaySetbacks; one after anotherHere I am, in front of the laptop thinking about how easy it is to lose sight of your goals. Due to distractions, setbacks and more distractions, I realised that I have already lost sight of mine. What was I searching for when I started down this path? Did I dream it would be an easy fight? Well, after encountering setbacks one after another, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/5810105723030282379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=5810105723030282379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/5810105723030282379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/5810105723030282379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2007/12/setbacks-one-after-another.html' title='Setbacks; one after another'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-2707988710504641499</id><published>2007-12-02T09:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T20:00:49.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thresholds</title><summary type='text'>2nd December 2007SundayLimitations of the human physique.Ouch. I feel as though a train slammed right through my head. My temples are throbbing and my eyes losing focus every now and then. What might have caused this intense headache? Is it a sign of a imminent mental breakdown?I feel that I have really grown a lot within this year. From a person who only cared about what happens 12 hours later, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/2707988710504641499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=2707988710504641499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/2707988710504641499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/2707988710504641499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2007/12/thresholds.html' title='Thresholds'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-9018097760069966576</id><published>2007-11-28T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T01:43:36.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'You're not the only one with issues!'</title><summary type='text'>28th November 2007Wednesday'You're not the only one with issues!'Sure enough, another obstacle runs right into my path, like an angry bull, trying to chase me down and put a hole or two in my gut. By now, I should have enough experiences with obstacles right? Afterall, my life is one hurdles event; obstacles one after another, trying to throw me down onto the floor.Turning around, I see a path </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/9018097760069966576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=9018097760069966576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/9018097760069966576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/9018097760069966576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2007/11/youre-not-only-one-with-issues.html' title='&apos;You&apos;re not the only one with issues!&apos;'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-7276963199996978919</id><published>2007-11-25T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T01:31:02.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Etiquette</title><summary type='text'>25th November 2007SundayUseless? Or simply used less?Just now during dinner, my mum mentioned about the way I was using my spoon and fork and said something about it being wrong. Then she dragged my dining etiquette courses from 3 years ago into the picture. "You went for the course, never learn meh?"Sure, I learnt about all these stuff. But who actually uses it? 'Scoop the soup outwards gently </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/7276963199996978919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=7276963199996978919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/7276963199996978919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/7276963199996978919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2007/11/etiquette.html' title='Etiquette'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-7648473997484593710</id><published>2007-11-22T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T03:44:50.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is tough</title><summary type='text'>22nd November 2007ThursdayLife is toughShoot me for saying that line. Life is tough and we all know it. No matter how we try to evade that fact, we know it deep down that it is true. We can delude ourselves and live in the present, feigning ignorance of the future. We can tell ourselves that the boat will eventually be straight when reaching the pier. But in our hearts, we know the truth.How many</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/7648473997484593710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=7648473997484593710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/7648473997484593710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/7648473997484593710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2007/11/life-is-tough.html' title='Life is tough'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-8541619146865251577</id><published>2007-11-20T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T03:43:37.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging as a therapy</title><summary type='text'>20th November 2007TuesdaySelf help?Blogging has been around for a few years now. And somehow, blogs usually outlast the blogger. When the blogging bug hit the net a couple of years back, everyone was scrambling for the nearest blog provider, dying to create a online platform for themself. It was more of a 'keeping up with fashion' thing at that time.But as time goes by, the craze dies off. And </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/8541619146865251577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=8541619146865251577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/8541619146865251577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/8541619146865251577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2007/11/blogging-as-therapy.html' title='Blogging as a therapy'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-8110492285448569989</id><published>2007-11-14T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T08:31:18.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, Life and Logic</title><summary type='text'>14th November 2007TuesdayLove, Life and LogicThe air-conditioning unit whirled noisily. The only few sounds present in my room came from my father's friend who is staying over for the night. The sound of fabric rubbing against fabric. The ruffling of hair and the occasional clearing of throat. The rapid tapping of the keys on the keyboard disrupted what was left of the still night. Yet, the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/8110492285448569989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=8110492285448569989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/8110492285448569989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/8110492285448569989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2007/11/love-life-and-logic.html' title='Love, Life and Logic'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-7574933327108673781</id><published>2007-11-08T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T02:04:43.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncertain laughters</title><summary type='text'>8th November 2007WednesdayUncertain laughtersThe blanket was a foot too short to cover from toe to chin. I decided to compensate by curling into a half foetal position with my body snuggly huddled under the blankets. Around me were my friends. The room was dark, and the sole television set was playing a movie that had been rented an hour ago. The silence was broken by another bout of laughter as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/7574933327108673781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=7574933327108673781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/7574933327108673781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/7574933327108673781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2007/11/uncertain-laughters.html' title='Uncertain laughters'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-2225786072658656223</id><published>2007-11-05T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T12:01:55.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What Be Your Nerd Type? Your Result: Literature NerdDoes sitting by a nice cozy fire, with a cup of hot tea/chocolate, and a book you can read for hours even when your eyes grow red and dry and you look sort of scary sitting there with your insomniac appearance? Then you fit this category perfectly! You love the power of the written word and it's eloquence; and you may like to read/write poetry </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/2225786072658656223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=2225786072658656223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/2225786072658656223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/2225786072658656223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-be-your-nerd-type-your-result.html' title=''/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-1608599682508190387</id><published>2007-11-04T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T14:56:58.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No man is a sea</title><summary type='text'>5th November 2007SundayNo man is a seaNo man is a sea. What does that mean? I am sure most of you have heard the phrase "no man is an island" which means that Human beings do not thrive when isolated from others. But then again, if you try too hard to encompass everyone, you will only end up hurting yourself. Especially if you hold too high an expectation for yourself. If you must accomodate </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/1608599682508190387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=1608599682508190387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/1608599682508190387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/1608599682508190387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2007/11/no-man-is-sea.html' title='No man is a sea'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-5681640167034664184</id><published>2007-11-01T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T00:16:20.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride of writing: My studio of thoughts</title><summary type='text'>1st November 2007ThursdayPride of writingSome of you might have noticed that I have changed my blog title to Studio of Thoughts. This might be due to a change in thinking. Since I started writing, I have always taken my blog as a platform for people to find out about my life. But how many people actually care about what I was doing at x.xxpm on the xxth of September, 200x? I think watching a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/5681640167034664184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=5681640167034664184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/5681640167034664184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/5681640167034664184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2007/11/pride-of-writing-my-studio-of-thoughts.html' title='Pride of writing: My studio of thoughts'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-2910140049740638191</id><published>2007-10-26T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T02:49:46.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging about nothing</title><summary type='text'>26th October 2007SaturdayBlogging about nothingUsually when people blog, they have in mind something to write. But what happens when nothing comes to mind? On such occasions, such as this one, you just click open the new post page, start off with your usual dates and titles and stuff and just type whatever comes to your mind. If you are lucky, words will start flowing. If not, cross your fingers </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/2910140049740638191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=2910140049740638191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/2910140049740638191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/2910140049740638191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2007/10/blogging-about-nothing.html' title='Blogging about nothing'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-7091387588879490559</id><published>2007-10-25T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T02:15:27.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is a bad post of a good blog considered a good post?</title><summary type='text'>Thursday25th October 2007Is a bad post of a good blog considered a good post?For the general public who reads my blog occasionally, I apologise for the senseless rambling and swearing that I have been posting up ever so regularly. Life really gets to me sometimes. But there are the other times where I decide to hang back a little and do a bit of random thinking. Here's something that has been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/7091387588879490559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=7091387588879490559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/7091387588879490559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/7091387588879490559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2007/10/is-bad-post-of-good-blog-considered.html' title='Is a bad post of a good blog considered a good post?'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-2355529061009638705</id><published>2007-10-22T03:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T03:32:25.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth about lying about the truth</title><summary type='text'>21st October 2007SundayThe truth about lying about the truth.I really am pretty selfish I guess. For my own benefits, I am even willing to leave others in the lurch and turn my back on them. Well, it is human to be selfish, no? Even with all that past posts against self pity, I still manage to find ways to get by by resolve. And again posting more posts with content which fails to address the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/2355529061009638705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=2355529061009638705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/2355529061009638705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/2355529061009638705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2007/10/21st-october-2007-sunday-i-really-am.html' title='The truth about lying about the truth'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-1336404383765056567</id><published>2007-10-18T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T22:58:42.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pangseh week.</title><summary type='text'>18th October 2007ThursdayMurfee's Lawl.Notice how some days just feel like everything is going wrong? Well, this week felt like Murphy's week to me. Everything is abiding Murphy's law like a good elementary school kid. Thinking positively, at least I have lots of things to rant and complain and get angry over. But it really upsets my schedule. Especially when you have people changing your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/feeds/1336404383765056567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6123664&amp;postID=1336404383765056567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/1336404383765056567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123664/posts/default/1336404383765056567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyongt.blogspot.com/2007/10/pangseh-week.html' title='Pangseh week.'/><author><name>hanyong</name><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-6123664.post-7885508965966861167</id><published>2007-10-13T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T23:28:54.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School's back on Monday</title><summary type='text'>13th October 2007SaturdayWhat a random evening. I have my previous tuition teacher suddenly calling me and asking if I am at Xinmin for some Alumni stuff. Then after a little bit of chatting, I found out that she was also from Xinmin! Such a small world. But it is kind of weird that it took me more than 3 years to find out.Well, Xinmin has a long history. 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