<?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-7830661</id><updated>2011-10-05T11:20:39.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hehehe...</title><subtitle type='html'>Perhaps I belong to a different era, hence things around me look so incongruous. My iconoclastic views cannot seem to find a place in the realm of human ethics. Thus, as a lonely wayfarer, I shall traverse, wander and drift...to the end of time.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>270</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-2266420615016634821</id><published>2011-07-22T01:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T01:46:19.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Watching the live telecast of Mendelssohn's Elias from the Verbier Festival as I'm typing this. It's simply wonderful that medici tv has allowed people to watch the Verbier Festival for free.Last sunday I attended the concert of the girl whom I helped a few years back (mentioned in a previous post) with Shu. Many of the singers that day were quite mediocre, with the exception of her. There was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/2266420615016634821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=2266420615016634821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/2266420615016634821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/2266420615016634821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2011/07/watching-live-telecast-of-mendelssohns.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-1607853828483195368</id><published>2011-07-08T15:30:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T15:49:30.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last week I was loitering in Orchard. Whenever I’m alone in Orchard I’ll take the opportunity to eat at a Fu Jian delights stall. It is located in a nondescript kopitiam in Lucky Plaza. I first tried the food back in 2005 when I was visiting my psychiatrist at Mount E. Hospital. Like how my sociology prof remarked on The Newpaper, the food is “cheap and good”.That day I was a bit greedy and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/1607853828483195368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=1607853828483195368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/1607853828483195368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/1607853828483195368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2011/07/last-week-i-was-loitering-in-orchard.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f-vaZMs4HAo/ThazByYRl3I/AAAAAAAAAKI/oMCZMLlw-rY/s72-c/Image0372.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-5451175742708687059</id><published>2011-06-21T22:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T15:39:37.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just ended my special term last fri. The exam was still doable, though I realised I left out important points after I left the exam hall. I really hate writing exam essays. Often you have to address a big issue with such little time. I find it facile to try to tackle a problem of such enormity within the confines of an examination. Many times I had strong ideas, but realised I wouldn't have the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/5451175742708687059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=5451175742708687059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/5451175742708687059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/5451175742708687059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-just-ended-my-special-term-last-fri.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-5429938712085456806</id><published>2011-05-29T17:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T15:40:06.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I'm awed by the fact that I'm actually existing. Why is there something rather than nothing? Well simply because there wouldn't be nothing without something. The fairest state of affairs is one in which no one exists at all.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/5429938712085456806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=5429938712085456806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/5429938712085456806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/5429938712085456806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2011/05/sometimes-im-awed-by-fact-that-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-1255188864929346037</id><published>2011-05-22T21:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T15:40:41.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm suffering from a dearth of ideas. I dunno wad to write for my thesis. I have to come up with hypotheses and back them up with theories. This is so sickening. Psychology will never be a hard science. I rather follow wad other arts disciplines are doing. If I can't think of a topic, den I shall have to forgo my thesis. Choosing psychology was a mistake. But I guess given my disposition almost </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/1255188864929346037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=1255188864929346037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/1255188864929346037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/1255188864929346037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-suffering-from-dearth-of-ideas.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-8480629835046064737</id><published>2011-05-18T14:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T15:09:14.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Maybe I should put an end to my unhealthy addiction, and rewire my brain.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/8480629835046064737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=8480629835046064737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/8480629835046064737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/8480629835046064737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2011/05/maybe-i-should-put-end-to-my-unsavoury.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-5795268784323267990</id><published>2011-04-25T01:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T01:10:53.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm having breathing problems. Not that I get out of breath, but that I can't breathe deeply. I don't get that euphoria, or whatever you call it, when I breathe all the way in. I don't know if it's due to the eucalyptus oil I applied on my chest and back 2 days ago. And it didn't help that I accidentally spilled it onto my keyboard and table, such that the smell is still lingering. Or it might be</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/5795268784323267990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=5795268784323267990' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/5795268784323267990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/5795268784323267990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-having-breathing-problems.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-3707369740209702055</id><published>2011-04-21T01:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:41:13.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Freud once said, "Being totally honest with oneself is a good exercise." I agree. I like to do introspection exercises. From these I realise that I actually hate quite a number of people. Of cos I know it's not good to hate people. Not good to the health both mentally and physically. But then I also know that my hatred is mostly justifiable. So how?"We should forgive our enemies, but not before </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/3707369740209702055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=3707369740209702055' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/3707369740209702055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/3707369740209702055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2011/04/freud-once-said-being-totally-honest.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-4471485435033910254</id><published>2011-04-19T15:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T15:58:34.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just feel like a dead person reading thru my lecture notes for my Language and Cognitive Processes module. Really regretted taking it. My mind feels so hollow. Everything just seems to be scattered all over the place. I'm going to meet the lecturer tmr for some revision lecture which eventually turned into an informal discussion session due to the low expected attendance.There are times like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/4471485435033910254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=4471485435033910254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/4471485435033910254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/4471485435033910254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-just-feel-like-dead-person-reading.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-6465450171080003425</id><published>2011-04-08T01:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T01:37:26.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night, I was eating the horrible yam paste at Ji De Chi when I received a phone call. I didn't recognise the no. and wondered who might be calling me at that hour. It was a voice of a lady and I certainly didn't recognise it. She asked if I was free to talk and I replied in the affirmative. She told me her daughter was a 5th-year voice student at SOTA, mezzo-soprano, she added. She then </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/6465450171080003425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=6465450171080003425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/6465450171080003425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/6465450171080003425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2011/04/last-night-i-was-eating-horrible-yam.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-1615899144479105148</id><published>2011-02-22T23:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T23:16:47.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NUS should ban group projects. Or they should make the criteria for entering FASS more stringent.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/1615899144479105148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=1615899144479105148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/1615899144479105148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/1615899144479105148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2011/02/nus-should-ban-group-projects.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-1660356098899085581</id><published>2011-01-07T16:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T01:22:26.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meepok</title><summary type='text'>On Tue, I suddenly had the urge to try the meepok of my childhood days There was a meepok stall at the coffee shop near my flat which was very popular. One had to wait really long before he could eat the meepok. It was the best I had ever tried. The chilli was very spicy and there was a sweet taste to the fishballs which I never come across in others' balls. They moved away some time in 2001 or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/1660356098899085581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=1660356098899085581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/1660356098899085581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/1660356098899085581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2011/01/meepok.html' title='Meepok'/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oktuahttZo0/TScrnJbOY9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/dpCKWNXSVj4/s72-c/Image0178.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-8638118661737089363</id><published>2010-12-24T17:42:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T20:15:45.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My grandma (ma4 ma3) passed away on my birthday. Maybe to the hoi polloi it is a premonitory sign, serving to warn me of the impiety which I had expressed earlier. But to me, it was purely coincidental. She's been suffering for many years, bedridden. It's good that she's finally relieved of her sufferings. We held the wake at the Singapore Casket and I was in charge of collecting the 帛金.  The few</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/8638118661737089363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=8638118661737089363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/8638118661737089363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/8638118661737089363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-grandma-ma4-ma3-passed-away-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-6753115626868118666</id><published>2010-11-03T16:10:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T17:21:35.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Heng! I gave a presentation on Monday during my Sensation &amp; Perception tutorial. The topic was on consciousness. It was supposed to be a group work, but I ended up doing everything and presenting everything. I purposely chose 2 controversial experiments to present: Benjamin Libet's half-second delay in consciousness and his free will experiment. I also touched on other experiments related to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/6753115626868118666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=6753115626868118666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/6753115626868118666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/6753115626868118666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2010/11/heng-i-gave-presentation-on-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oktuahttZo0/TNEhLV0qwwI/AAAAAAAAAJM/t2oMTLTRLdA/s72-c/libet+boy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-1730950958272035140</id><published>2010-11-01T11:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T11:13:39.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From The Devil's Dictionary by Ambrose Bierce</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/1730950958272035140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=1730950958272035140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/1730950958272035140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/1730950958272035140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2010/11/from-devils-dictionary-by-ambrose.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oktuahttZo0/TM4t-YrCNtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/3IPBZpnjrcU/s72-c/devil%27s+a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-4018067090705744567</id><published>2010-10-26T21:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T21:47:22.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm sick again. I was sick last week with tonsillitis and fever. It seems to be the same illness. My father brought me to a clinic at Chai Chee just now. Halfway through the consultation, the old doctor asked me if I was still on medication. I replied no and that I had finished the antibiotics last week. "No, I mean the Stablon, the psychiatric medicine. It's in your records..." Suddenly I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/4018067090705744567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=4018067090705744567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/4018067090705744567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/4018067090705744567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-sick-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-4851142635798276277</id><published>2010-10-16T20:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T20:41:49.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been having nightmares these few days. Maybe Thanatos is coming...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/4851142635798276277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=4851142635798276277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/4851142635798276277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/4851142635798276277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2010/10/ive-been-having-nightmares-these-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-406257230949447936</id><published>2010-10-04T19:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T23:22:09.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Ma4 ma3 (my paternal grandmother) 现在病情很严重。你要为他祷告...""祷告有什么用?"*shocked look* "祷告祈求上帝减轻 ma4 ma3的痛苦。""上帝什么都知道。如果她现在那么痛苦的话也是上帝允许的。"*angry look*"怎么？你不能反驳吗？""能！" *grabbed hanger and threw* followed by "养你最没用！... 读大学有什么用？... 你不要吃我煮的饭！... 你没有良心！... 你人格很有问题! ... 你很看不起你父母！... Gong3 gong1 (my paternal grandfather) 去世的那一天，只有你没有去看他！... ..."My grandfather died 8 years ago. I never knew she would 耿耿于怀, till </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/406257230949447936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=406257230949447936' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/406257230949447936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/406257230949447936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2010/10/have-stupid-mother-and-ure-damned_04.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-8805531127301044006</id><published>2010-10-03T21:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T21:50:01.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mischa Maisky cello masterclass</title><summary type='text'>On wed, I attended the free cello masterclass by Mischa Maisky at YST. He was a gregarious and amusing fellow, filling his masterclass with many anecdotes and hearsays. One story was the feud between 2 Bach keyboard interpretors: Rosalyn Tureck &amp; Wanda Landowska. At the heat of their argument regarding the right way to play Bach, one of them proclaimed, in a 高贵 tone, "You play it your way, I play</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/8805531127301044006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=8805531127301044006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/8805531127301044006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/8805531127301044006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2010/10/mischa-maisky-cello-masterclass.html' title='Mischa Maisky cello masterclass'/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-7124540955074627351</id><published>2010-09-28T16:37:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T20:45:33.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just came home from sch. Specially went there just to attend a meeting between my lab lecturer and my grp. This meeting was arranged by the lecturer, of which one of the purposes was to discuss my intention to drop the mod and leave the grp. Also, another member dropped the mod yesterday, which made it more complicated.My reason to drop the mod was straightforward. 1stly, I'm not interested in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/7124540955074627351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=7124540955074627351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/7124540955074627351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/7124540955074627351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-just-came-home-from-sch.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-7819689367580920325</id><published>2010-09-24T16:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T16:13:15.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Meet the wrong pple and u are damned.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/7819689367580920325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=7819689367580920325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/7819689367580920325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/7819689367580920325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2010/09/meet-wrong-pple-and-u-are-damned.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-8379979449402285989</id><published>2010-09-18T02:05:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T16:10:55.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Row after Pope's remarks on atheism and Nazis: http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-11332515The pope shld really go and die. Let's not forget that the catholic church colluded with the Nazis to decimate the Jews during WWII.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/8379979449402285989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=8379979449402285989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/8379979449402285989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/8379979449402285989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2010/09/row-after-popes-remarks-on-atheism-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-6187172973712215372</id><published>2010-09-07T20:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T20:31:06.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Heng! How dare NLB dismiss my suggestion!Dear Reader,Thank you for your recommendation.Recommended Title Details:-----------------------------------------Title: Sex at Dawn: The Prehistoric Origins of Modern Sexuality Author: Christopher Ryan &amp; Cacilda Jethá Publisher: HarperCollins ISBN/ISSN:We are sorry to let you know that we will not be buying the title you have suggested as we find it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/6187172973712215372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=6187172973712215372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/6187172973712215372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/6187172973712215372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2010/09/heng-how-dare-nlb-dismiss-my-suggestion_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-1710500694645216009</id><published>2010-08-17T14:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T20:35:22.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>School has started but I'm still at home, a victim of chicken pox. If I remember correctly my bro caught it pri sch, but both my father and I didn't. Hence I thought I had the immunity and was proven wrong only more than 10 years later. I'm recovering now. This morning I nearly couldn't get up from bed. My left shoulder hurt so much. I shouted for my mother but there was no reply so I guessed she</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/1710500694645216009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=1710500694645216009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/1710500694645216009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/1710500694645216009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2010/08/school-has-started-but-im-still-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-3068732349285432572</id><published>2010-07-01T14:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T14:11:18.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"以后你做工要给我十分之三的收入。""我一分钱也不会给你。"Parents who think that it is obligatory for children to give them money are shameless.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/3068732349285432572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=3068732349285432572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/3068732349285432572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/3068732349285432572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2010/07/parents-who-ask-their-children-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-1240648657040497627</id><published>2010-06-04T21:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T22:14:12.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Heng! I did not do well this sem. Did worst for developmental psy, even though I spent the most time studying for it and even spent half a day wif Varcoda at Tampines One to 从长计议. But the paper was a very stupid one, so doing badly for it did not detract from my achievements. In fact, it enhanced it! The lecturer released 6 essay questions ard 4 days before the actual paper. 3 would be tested. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/1240648657040497627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=1240648657040497627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/1240648657040497627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/1240648657040497627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2010/06/heng-i-did-not-do-well-this-sem.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-8238726427958331073</id><published>2010-04-01T19:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T20:05:27.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>While writing the toy project report on google doc, I decided to realise my phallic phantasy and included a special part:Phallic Tail The tail serves as a  phallus for the growing child. Its purpose is to help him pass the oral stage successfully hence aiding in his psychosexual development. When the child sucks on it for too long a time, the tip of the tail will secrete bitter chemicals to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/8238726427958331073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=8238726427958331073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/8238726427958331073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/8238726427958331073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2010/04/while-writing-toy-project-report-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-1401301492763985887</id><published>2010-03-30T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T00:46:06.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wonder why simple errands can be so hard to run.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/1401301492763985887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=1401301492763985887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/1401301492763985887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/1401301492763985887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-wonder-why-simple-errands-can-be-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-3869253970747582549</id><published>2010-02-28T15:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T15:34:30.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've to say that many things I read abt in psychology courses are downright stupid. Take for instance the following which I just read from my social psychology textbook:...Cohen (1981) presented participants with a videotape of a woman and her husband sitting in their home. Half were told that the woman was a librarian; and half, that she was a waitress. Some of the features of the woman fit the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/3869253970747582549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=3869253970747582549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/3869253970747582549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/3869253970747582549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2010/02/ive-to-say-that-many-things-i-read-abt.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-7474088776624556698</id><published>2010-01-26T22:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T22:38:33.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life hasn't been kind to me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/7474088776624556698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=7474088776624556698' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/7474088776624556698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/7474088776624556698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2010/01/life-hasnt-been-kind-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-6544151565035058278</id><published>2010-01-18T21:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T22:10:29.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I feel that I've a lot of things to say, but when it comes to writing all of them down, I'm too tired and disorganised to do so. Den at the end of the entry, I realise I've only written a bit of what I'd originally intended to write. But nvr mind. Hehehe... I went to Cambodia and Vietnam last month wif xav. It wasn't as fun as I tot it'd be. I was too naive to think that Phnom Penh, the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/6544151565035058278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=6544151565035058278' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/6544151565035058278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/6544151565035058278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2010/01/sometimes-i-feel-that-ive-lot-of-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-6580751044688654894</id><published>2009-11-26T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T22:07:47.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My exam ended today. I couldn't sleep at all last night, not even for a few seconds. This has never happened to me before. When I have problems sleeping, I would 翻来覆去 but still manage to get a few hours of sleep at the end. This time I stayed awake the entire night. Today I met my tutor on the way to the exam venue and told her abt it. She replied that she could tell I had a bad night from my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/6580751044688654894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=6580751044688654894' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/6580751044688654894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/6580751044688654894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-exam-ended-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-3323180386018193001</id><published>2009-11-23T23:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:01:35.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is it time to say I've had enough?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/3323180386018193001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=3323180386018193001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/3323180386018193001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/3323180386018193001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2009/11/is-it-time-to-say-ive-had-enough.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-2711889863274746384</id><published>2009-11-17T21:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:35:37.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had my recital last sat at the Arts House. It was my 1st time singing solo, and probably the last too. Hehehe... Watching the video, I thought it was quite a bad performance, though there were some fine moments. I felt very anxious and my whole body was stiff. The fact that I lost my handphone just the previous day only served to compound the problem. But most of all, I nvr really had a solid </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/2711889863274746384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=2711889863274746384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/2711889863274746384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/2711889863274746384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-had-my-recital-last-sat-at-arts-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-6393524448816297900</id><published>2009-10-27T00:34:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T03:17:59.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last sat, jh and I went to wan do sik (selling tim sum) at Geylang for our after-dinner meal. We ordered 2 novel dishes and they tasted mediocre, shld have stuck wif the traditional favourites. Anyway, as we browsed through the menu, we discovered several dishes that really looked scary. It's not often that an eating house can be so candid abt its food. That provoked us to take some pictures:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/6393524448816297900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=6393524448816297900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/6393524448816297900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/6393524448816297900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-sat-jh-and-i-went-to-wan-do-sik.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oktuahttZo0/SuXZRQPFj3I/AAAAAAAAAHE/yWPvS1Dqyzc/s72-c/DSC02410.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-4740865828240762593</id><published>2009-10-24T00:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T02:39:12.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday's abnormal tutorial was all abt Freud and we were instructed to read beforehand a few journal articles wif the heading What did Freud get Right. Heng! I had to vigorously defend his theories thruout, but at least I managed (so I thought) to show that his theories were not disproved by current research depicted in the articles. And I particularly relished lambasting an article which </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/4740865828240762593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=4740865828240762593' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/4740865828240762593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/4740865828240762593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2009/10/yesterdays-abnormal-tutorial-was-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-8854740161550306750</id><published>2009-10-19T21:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T21:24:50.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where's the elusive head resonance?!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/8854740161550306750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=8854740161550306750' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/8854740161550306750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/8854740161550306750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2009/10/wheres-elusive-head-resonance.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-7725951058151671788</id><published>2009-10-17T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T22:51:16.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fucking lack of privacy and respect in my house.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/7725951058151671788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=7725951058151671788' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/7725951058151671788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/7725951058151671788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2009/10/fucking-lack-of-privacy-in-my-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-793444058143747561</id><published>2009-10-14T23:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T22:55:09.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last week, I was early for my lesson wif sonsengnim, so I sat on a bench at the void deck and waited. Suddenly I felt someone creep up to me and turned my head to the left. It was a little angmoh boy and he was smiling merrily at me. I felt very happy and smiled back. Before long he was called by his mum and left. I was reminded that as a little boy I was very happy too.On mon, while on my way to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/793444058143747561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=793444058143747561' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/793444058143747561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/793444058143747561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-week-i-was-early-for-my-lesson-wif.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-3144245854460821553</id><published>2009-10-06T15:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T15:27:28.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I must nvr do something so foolish again.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/3144245854460821553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=3144245854460821553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/3144245854460821553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/3144245854460821553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-must-nvr-do-something-so-foolish.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-8208361881265560719</id><published>2009-09-30T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T23:20:45.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last sun I went wif wai to the Pu Tien restaurant somewhere along Jalan Besar. The soup noodles (cannot rem the name) was very nice. The soup was 够稠. However, the other dishes (yam wif duck, sweet n sour century egg, 盐酥猪蹄) were quite nauseating after some time. Thought we ordered the wrong dishes. Nvr mind, shall order other things the next time. Oh and my soursoup juice was very delectable.After</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/8208361881265560719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=8208361881265560719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/8208361881265560719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/8208361881265560719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-sun-i-went-wif-wai-to-pu-tien.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-7885394938825651521</id><published>2009-09-23T01:27:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T00:46:10.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last sat was MAF. Thought the 气氛 wasn't really there. Nevertheless, me and my 04S73 frens enjoyed the 猜灯谜 very much, as we rampaged abt the reading room tearing down riddle-bearing strips of paper hanging from lanterns or pasted on the walls. We guessed correctly many riddles and I managed to guess correctly one. Of cos, we gave many crap answers too and tried to solicit for clues from the 大娘. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/7885394938825651521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=7885394938825651521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/7885394938825651521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/7885394938825651521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-sat-was-maf.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-633931998854276559</id><published>2009-09-03T01:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T02:11:53.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today (or rather yesrday) was a long day. I went to school at 9am to discuss the game show wif my group mates and our tutor. We were supposed to do a game show for our biopsy tutorial this Fri and our group was to focus on evolution. This was the 1st time I visted the staff's lounge above the arts canteen. I didn't even know of its existence before. The PRC tutor was very nice and enthusiastic. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/633931998854276559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=633931998854276559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/633931998854276559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/633931998854276559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2009/09/today-or-rather-yesrday-was-long-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-2931397831406361352</id><published>2009-08-21T22:01:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:42:10.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On wed nite, I had my 1st private bass lesson with Mr. Guennadi. Before, I only had sectionals together wif the other bassists. I asked him to teach me the basics, cos I know that my basic technique is insecure. The 1st thing I asked was how to hold the bow the right way, as my right hand always feels very sore and tired after practice. His answer was remarkable. He said that I was holding the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/2931397831406361352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=2931397831406361352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/2931397831406361352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/2931397831406361352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-wed-nite-i-had-my-1st-private-bass.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oktuahttZo0/So6_SdVSULI/AAAAAAAAAG8/gKMMhvQYmvw/s72-c/atheist+bus+campaign.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-5559832171415469197</id><published>2009-08-10T02:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T18:45:18.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pri 6 class outing</title><summary type='text'>I attended my pri 6 class outing on Fri nite and it turned out to be very enjoyable. Just before I left my house, my spirits were dampened by my failure to secure my desired psy mods (it's a stupid tale; I missed the mods prefernce exercise &amp; bidding rounds 1a &amp; 1b). So i thought the meeting would be very miserable. But I was wrong. The meeting place was at a classmate's condo, beside the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/5559832171415469197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=5559832171415469197' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/5559832171415469197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/5559832171415469197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2009/08/pri-6-class-outing.html' title='Pri 6 class outing'/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-4319829349054199579</id><published>2009-07-18T01:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T02:04:04.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was climbing the overhead bridge on my way to my teacher's house when a house just beside The Japanese Association caught my attention. I didn't notice it before. It was monolithic and palatial and I was awed. Since I was abt 1hr early, I decided to take a good look at it and explore the other houses in its vicinity. Hence, I descended the bridge. The houses were all grand and big. Suddenly I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/4319829349054199579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=4319829349054199579' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/4319829349054199579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/4319829349054199579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-was-climbing-overhead-bridge-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-8685314225639697435</id><published>2009-06-27T23:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T23:57:39.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On Thurs, I performed at the NUS law fac auditorium. The event was some water conservation seminar organised by the Institute of Water Policy. Gosh! Didn't know that such institute existed. I was supposed to leave my house at 6.30am. However, I only woke up at 6.45am. Luckily I wasn't too late for the rehearsal just prior to the performance. The piece was a commissioned composition by an Indian </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/8685314225639697435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=8685314225639697435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/8685314225639697435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/8685314225639697435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-thurs-i-performed-at-nus-law-fac.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-4771488139188301495</id><published>2009-06-25T01:21:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T02:01:42.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last nite I was walking along some private houses when I spotted a dog. I paid it no attention and continued walking. Suddenly I heard footsteps right behind me and just when I turned my head to look, I felt something bite me on my ankle! Ouch! The sly dog had crept up stealthily to me and bitten me. It was quite painful, though there was no wound. I immediately gave it a menacing glare and it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/4771488139188301495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=4771488139188301495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/4771488139188301495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/4771488139188301495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-nite-i-was-walking-along-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oktuahttZo0/SkJpEq5DUTI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GhHl_c3FomA/s72-c/Image071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-7764476235694488816</id><published>2009-06-22T03:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T03:46:35.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Video Games Live concert was on Fri. I had a bad start the day before during the 1st rehearsal with the actual conductor. Apparently the chinese orch switched the bow which I had placed earlier into the bass cover and I was left with a quasi-Dragonetti bow (the shape of the wooden part was curved outwards instead). Also the bass was severely damaged during transportation and I had to make do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/7764476235694488816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=7764476235694488816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/7764476235694488816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/7764476235694488816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2009/06/video-games-live-concert-was-on-fri.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-8127707113562073516</id><published>2009-06-04T14:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T14:19:01.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was browsing books at the tampines library when I saw a book attempting to show the difference between mental illness and demonic possession, endorsed by the ex-Anglican bishop of Singapore. This is just ludicrous. In opinion, the latter is merely a more spectacular version of the former.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/8127707113562073516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=8127707113562073516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/8127707113562073516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/8127707113562073516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-was-browsing-books-at-tampines.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-4165142154749005224</id><published>2009-06-01T22:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T03:45:03.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The stupid conductor ruined my night. As it wasn't my turn to play, I rested my head against the back of my hand, while my elbow found support on the body of my instrument. The conductor took issue wif it and, in front of the orchestra and the choir, told me not to do that during a rehearsal. My immediate reply, much to my own dismay later on, was a meekly mumbled "sure" and I refrained. Few </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/4165142154749005224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=4165142154749005224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/4165142154749005224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/4165142154749005224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2009/06/stupid-conductor-ruined-my-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-8035922111245651500</id><published>2009-05-31T01:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T23:16:18.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Heng! I did much worse for this sem, though I'm still glad that I didn't fail my stats module (in fact I wasn't anywhere near a fail), despite getting a D+ for my scientific report which was worth 35% of the entire mod and not being to able to answer most of the questions in section B of the exam paper. It's very comforting to know that there're probably many who are worse than me. I have to say </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/8035922111245651500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=8035922111245651500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/8035922111245651500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/8035922111245651500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2009/05/heng-i-did-much-worse-for-this-sem.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-5144903272826382023</id><published>2009-05-01T16:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T16:41:47.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been feeling uncomfortable lately. I have breathing problems and my muscles are stiff and aching and my mind is in a blank. However I quite comforted and amused by all the comments from the previous post. I have 2 more papers to go for which the other 2 papers didn't augur well. I had received the results for my stats report which can only be described as appalling. I can't wait for exams to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/5144903272826382023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=5144903272826382023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/5144903272826382023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/5144903272826382023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2009/05/ive-been-feeling-uncomfortable-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-1167164264801648634</id><published>2009-04-26T02:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T03:01:10.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night, I coughed out bloody phlegm several times. I wonder if it's due to my overexertion while singing in my bath. And the weather is so... sultry.  I was actually jolted from sleep just now by the extreme heat. The heat plus the constant drilling make it very difficult to study these few days.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/1167164264801648634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=1167164264801648634' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/1167164264801648634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/1167164264801648634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2009/04/last-night-i-coughed-out-bloody-phlegm.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-7356895707549710293</id><published>2009-04-17T17:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:02:13.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Damn it! I just uploaded my scientific report for my stats module, which was 5 hours and 19 min overdue. I thought the deadline was at 12am instead of 12pm. It was not until my casual conversation with my english project partner at around 2pm that I realised I was utterly mistaken. I had to rush home after my lessons to upload the file. Now I'm going to lose one grade becos of that. Furthermore, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/7356895707549710293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=7356895707549710293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/7356895707549710293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/7356895707549710293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2009/04/damn-it-i-just-uploaded-my-scientific.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-8667577280119304480</id><published>2009-04-16T13:57:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T17:44:25.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This morning my sleep was interrupted by long continuous phone calls. I did not pick the call as I know it was from that stupid bitch girlfren. This has been going on for quite some time. Apparently she thinks she is some human alarm, trying to wake up bro up almost everyday. 1st she'd call his handphone and it would ring damn loudly. Den knowing she has failed in her mission, she'd call my home </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/8667577280119304480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=8667577280119304480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/8667577280119304480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/8667577280119304480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-morning-my-sleep-was-interrupted.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oktuahttZo0/SecLHdNzYWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/KNyxk8mgFpU/s72-c/Image069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-8690322181726542069</id><published>2009-04-08T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T23:48:52.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>我发现我跟很多人没什么话说。</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/8690322181726542069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=8690322181726542069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/8690322181726542069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/8690322181726542069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-7540403745554532454</id><published>2009-03-17T15:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T15:25:54.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The NUSSO concert was over last Sat and I made quite a few blunders, especially for the world-premiere piece, the 1st page of which I was hopelessly lost. I did not have the energy to sustain thruout the concert even though I did not play Vivaldi's 4 Seasons. My right hand grip was particularly weak and I was trying very hard to keep the bow from flying off. It seems that I still haven't mastered</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/7540403745554532454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=7540403745554532454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/7540403745554532454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/7540403745554532454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2009/03/nusso-concert-was-over-last-sat-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-4224760965509681935</id><published>2009-03-10T00:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T00:46:10.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last Fri, during English tutorial, the teacher told us to form into 3 groups to discuss English accents. He didn't demarcate clearly the boundaries of the groups but merely pointed in an amorphous way such that suddenly I didn't know which one I belonged to. So I waited and thought that one of the groups to my either side would invite me to join. However, I was wrong. I remained completely silent</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/4224760965509681935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=4224760965509681935' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/4224760965509681935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/4224760965509681935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-fri-during-english-tutorial.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-6731973144026137220</id><published>2009-03-06T01:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T01:40:42.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was clearing trash from my bag when I discovered a flyer I received not too long ago in school- 何必等到结婚？Very apparently, it was abt a Christian talk discouraging pre-marital sex. There were also some questions on the flyer which would probably be covered in the talk (actually the talk was over). But anyway, I can answer them.Q1) 基督徒如何看待性关系？Very negatively. It's best to remain celibate. You can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/6731973144026137220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=6731973144026137220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/6731973144026137220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/6731973144026137220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-was-clearing-trash-from-my-bag-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-5369607101763357349</id><published>2009-02-05T17:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:04:45.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Infallible CORS</title><summary type='text'>I do not have a free day this sem all thanks to CORS, but I shall skip my Tue lec to make up for it. I balloted for 2 Thurs tutorial slots for my stats module, however it turned out that CORS registered it as 2 Fri slots and I was allocated a Fri tutorial. I called CORS up to rectify the problem, however the man said that after checking the audit log he was certain that I balloted for 2 Fri slots</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/5369607101763357349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=5369607101763357349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/5369607101763357349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/5369607101763357349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2009/02/infallible-cors.html' title='The Infallible CORS'/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-8745849800358998861</id><published>2008-12-31T01:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T17:43:06.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I'm 21 now. That means the earth has revolved around 21 times round the sun since the day I was born. I dun feel anything special really. In fact I spent my birthday alone in my house, though my parents did take to ECP for a seafood dinner the night before (or is it 2 nights ago?) and the fish was really expensive (cost more than the chilli crab) and not worth it. When I was young, I used to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/8745849800358998861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=8745849800358998861' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/8745849800358998861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/8745849800358998861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-im-21-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-1263150322393600963</id><published>2008-11-18T09:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T09:24:54.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I came upon the website of a new age church in Singapore, which boasts having the 2nd largest congregagtion in Singapore. I was shocked to see the following sentence: "It is the man, and not the organization that makes the ministry great. The ministry exists for the man, not the man for the ministry." Maybe they shld commission John Knox to write a new book on that topic.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/1263150322393600963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=1263150322393600963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/1263150322393600963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/1263150322393600963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-came-upon-website-of-new-age-church.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-5602524575869196678</id><published>2008-11-14T22:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T00:22:45.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just some things</title><summary type='text'>I write this post just to include some things which had taken place in the past few weeks.1st of all is the hainan opera performance at VCH. It felt really great to meet the old familiar faces- 吴梅，金子 &amp; frens. Even though I was quite busy with school work then, I still decided to take part in the concert, not least becos I was paid but also becos I thought it'd be an opportunity to destress. The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/5602524575869196678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=5602524575869196678' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/5602524575869196678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/5602524575869196678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-some-things.html' title='Just some things'/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-3765359809208312003</id><published>2008-10-26T20:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T00:24:54.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Euthanasia</title><summary type='text'>Daniel James, a 23-year-old British rugby player was taken to a Swiss euthanasia clinic last month by his parents. He was paralysed and felt that his life was not worth living anymore. Wad enlightened parents they are, to be able to respect the right of an individual to die! When questioned abt her actions, Mrs. James replied in an email: "Whilst not everyone in Dan's situation would find it as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/3765359809208312003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=3765359809208312003' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/3765359809208312003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/3765359809208312003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2008/10/euthanasia.html' title='Euthanasia'/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-8103723068890360900</id><published>2008-10-04T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T22:16:01.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm still trying to adapt. Thanks to those who left comments as well as others who showed concern in one way or another.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/8103723068890360900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=8103723068890360900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/8103723068890360900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/8103723068890360900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-still-trying-to-adapt.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-5585774203576555982</id><published>2008-09-11T00:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T11:21:04.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>University life sux. I had thought that things would get better in uni, but i was mistaken. It's even worse than in JC as I moon around the campus by myself. It's 1 month already and I haven't made any frens. The lectures are boring (except English with an animated lecturer) and useless and I hardly make any contributions to the discussions in tutorial. I tried to convince the rest of the pple in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/5585774203576555982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=5585774203576555982' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/5585774203576555982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/5585774203576555982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2008/09/university-life-sux.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-3496491041786658913</id><published>2008-08-05T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T15:09:38.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some pple are better off dead.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/3496491041786658913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=3496491041786658913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/3496491041786658913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/3496491041786658913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2008/08/some-pple-are-better-off-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-7898109942557457917</id><published>2008-07-10T17:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T20:32:52.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concert</title><summary type='text'>Last Wed, I went to watch a piano recital at the Victoria Concert Hall. The pianist was the Hungarian Jeno Jando, one of the major recording artists of the budget label Naxos. I happen to be fond of both the pianist and his label and own quite a few of his cds, among them are Schubert's impromptus and moment musicals (real musical gems), Liszt's Hungarian rhapsodies and Bartok's piano pieces. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/7898109942557457917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=7898109942557457917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/7898109942557457917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/7898109942557457917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2008/07/concert.html' title='Concert'/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-3591383163874986517</id><published>2008-06-30T11:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T23:52:01.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unemployed</title><summary type='text'>One of the more shocking facts abt my blog is that pple actually do read it. These include those whom I definitely won't allow access had I the choice. But alas I'm not that technologically savvy and hence some things are left unsaid. I dun dare to offend pple. I'm a coward. The original objective of this blog has been lost anyway. This blog was created as a joke and later, after realising that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/3591383163874986517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=3591383163874986517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/3591383163874986517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/3591383163874986517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2008/06/unemployed.html' title='Unemployed'/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-944171843017800880</id><published>2008-06-23T23:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T23:02:40.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I realise that cowardice is my greatest vice.Life will get better, won't it?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/944171843017800880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=944171843017800880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/944171843017800880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/944171843017800880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-realise-that-cowardice-is-my-greatest.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-797651856603137379</id><published>2008-05-11T18:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T19:21:13.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Tutee(s)</title><summary type='text'>Today, my tutee actually told me that he scored 39 out of 100 for his maths mid-year exams! Ah!! Wad a fine testimony to my teachings. But I dun care. Cos he hardly seems to learn, almost ineducable. He always forgets the basic factorization laws and one can't go far in maths without memorising these axioms. I've been putting up with his plethora of gibberish, though the tution would be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/797651856603137379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=797651856603137379' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/797651856603137379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/797651856603137379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-tutees.html' title='My Tutee(s)'/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-8817540483277039997</id><published>2008-04-28T19:33:00.038+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T19:19:18.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Job (2)</title><summary type='text'>Hehehe...I've been feeling really tired lately and am occasionally assailed by certain discomforts which I find hard to describe. They can last for a long time and cripple my normal functions. I can hardly read or write. I had thought that they had gone for good, but apparently I was wrong. Some things return to haunt me. So it seems that I haven't got to the root of my life's vicissitudes. Or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/8817540483277039997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=8817540483277039997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/8817540483277039997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/8817540483277039997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-job-2.html' title='My Job (2)'/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oktuahttZo0/SBXLPPLiPYI/AAAAAAAAADg/kdMZINCHAGY/s72-c/eadmotors+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-2205582444220368879</id><published>2008-04-18T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T00:14:09.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Job</title><summary type='text'>Hi everyone, it's time to tell you more about my job(s).My normal routine in my workplace is roughly as follows:The 1st thing I do after entering my cubicle is to turn on my laptop and wait for 10 min. Cos it takes that long before I can start using it. Thereafter, I would open Outlook and the Baan System, which is an "intricate" system of data that is indispensable to my company's functions. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/2205582444220368879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=2205582444220368879' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/2205582444220368879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/2205582444220368879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-job.html' title='My Job'/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-3208673042490904688</id><published>2008-03-10T23:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T00:08:33.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The missing numbers</title><summary type='text'>I shopped at Parkway Parade last sunday after receiving my tution fees. My tutee seemed to be improving, no doubt due to my rigorous teaching grounded on logic."Can I pay by nets?""Sure."-Please enter your PIN-"Err....can you give me a moment to remember my password. Sorry...""Ok." Cashier looked with bewilderment.-Transaction cancelled-I walked away from the counter, utterly mortified and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/3208673042490904688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=3208673042490904688' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/3208673042490904688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/3208673042490904688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2008/03/missing-numbers.html' title='The missing numbers'/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-3172505376221364729</id><published>2008-03-06T21:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T22:24:24.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So far...</title><summary type='text'>On 26th Feb, I took part in the performance of &lt;&lt;原野&gt;&gt;, a Hainan opera, which was based on the play of the same title by 曹禺. I’ve never read the latter before, even though it was supposedly one of the great masterpieces of modern Chinese plays. But I might read it soon, as the opera piqued my interest. I actually performed with the same troupe 2 years back when I was still in MDC; for this concert</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/3172505376221364729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=3172505376221364729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/3172505376221364729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/3172505376221364729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-far.html' title='So far...'/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oktuahttZo0/R8_zl51XxjI/AAAAAAAAADQ/N7H39bzpt50/s72-c/Image034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-4392463535616767202</id><published>2008-02-17T16:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T16:44:30.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today I went to give my weekly tuition. After expending much effort trying to explain why and how to find the common denominator when adding or subtracting fractions, plus why ab + ac + bc is not equivalent to 2abc (I admit I dun really know how to elucidate this), plus why u cannot add the denominators and other algebraic quandaries, I finally proceeded to solving simultaneous equations. He said</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/4392463535616767202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=4392463535616767202' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/4392463535616767202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/4392463535616767202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2008/02/today-i-went-to-give-my-weekly-tuition.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-7223280826424264347</id><published>2008-02-08T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T00:41:09.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After ORD</title><summary type='text'>Hi everyone, I orded more than 2 weeks ago, not that you don't already know. Let me present to you the summary of my service transcript:Medals, Clasps, Decorations, Distinctions &amp; AwardsNilAppointmentMusician, SAF MDCAchievementsNilLet's hear what Maj. Tay has to say about me:XXX has performed well as a Double Bassist (in CAPs!) throughout his service with MDC. He is competent in handling the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/7223280826424264347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=7223280826424264347' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/7223280826424264347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/7223280826424264347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2008/02/after-ord.html' title='After ORD'/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-6187020684218927785</id><published>2007-12-26T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T02:29:14.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hohoho!</title><summary type='text'>Merry Christmas everyone! Did Santa Claus pay u a visit last night? Did u receive presents? Did u see Rudolf? After all, Santa Claus (and his reindeer) is still more plausible than god.I've finally completed my ex-teacher's mock test. The last question I encountered is as follows: 倪匡曾评金庸的《雪山飞狐》这篇小说的结尾是“一个解不开的死结”，也是“金庸所卖弄的狡狯”。如果你要把这篇小说的结尾情节教授给一批高中二年级语文能力水平中上的学生，你会采取怎样的教学策略？你的教学计划必须具备以下成分 （15分）a. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/6187020684218927785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=6187020684218927785' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/6187020684218927785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/6187020684218927785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2007/12/hohoho.html' title='Hohoho!'/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oktuahttZo0/R3Kcab0EYiI/AAAAAAAAADI/0NBKmgIVqiQ/s72-c/Image019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-7134726214279886892</id><published>2007-12-23T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T00:10:49.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Certain events happened in Dec which I think I shld write down for my own future reference (my memory is failing), if not for my over-bored readers.The 1st of these is the CIE chalet which took place at Costa Sands. We went to Wild Wild Wet and it was quite enjoyable. The rides weren't that exciting except for a few and the irony was that the ride which I considered to be the scariest was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/7134726214279886892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=7134726214279886892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/7134726214279886892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/7134726214279886892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2007/12/certain-events-happened-in-dec-which-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-7920676915388156982</id><published>2007-11-27T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T17:04:34.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Church Funfair</title><summary type='text'>I attended my church funfair on sunday. The highlight of the event must be the jumble sale, besides the tragedy of my being sabotaged to sing Habanera from Carmen under the pretext of raising money. It was so fun and amazing to see how they extemporised the entire sale, standing on the benches, with shouts of "从现在起, $5 以下的东西都卖$1, 只限三分钟!", "...$10 以下的东西卖 $1...". I saw a familiar soft toy among the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/7920676915388156982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=7920676915388156982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/7920676915388156982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/7920676915388156982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2007/11/church-funfair.html' title='Church Funfair'/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oktuahttZo0/R0vdMQ7GByI/AAAAAAAAAC4/pSe4qej9kqo/s72-c/Image012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-5168931119922854183</id><published>2007-11-24T21:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T00:14:30.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another signboard</title><summary type='text'> I took this pic 2 days ago. I wonder on wad did he base his predictions. Damaging a papaya tree certainly wouldn't alter certain laws of nature to make it certain that a fatal accident will ensue or that even if it did happen all ur limbs will be broken asunder. A lone and painful death is more subjective and hence more likely to occur, as long as it is subject to certain interpretations, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/5168931119922854183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=5168931119922854183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/5168931119922854183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/5168931119922854183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2007/11/another-signboard.html' title='Another signboard'/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oktuahttZo0/R0gscA7GBvI/AAAAAAAAACg/eYWY-THTqYs/s72-c/Image008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-1633487954620080644</id><published>2007-11-11T18:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T20:05:09.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Signboard</title><summary type='text'>Hehehe... I found this signboard at my flat's carpark. I wonder why there isn't any Chinese or Indian translations on it. Maybe the person who created the sign thought that the Chinese and Indian people are too considerate to have broken his lovely tree; or rather even if they had done it, they would have been be able to understand English. Hope that someone can translate the Malay words for me. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/1633487954620080644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=1633487954620080644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/1633487954620080644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/1633487954620080644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2007/11/signboard.html' title='A Signboard'/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oktuahttZo0/RzbdgKfWIkI/AAAAAAAAACY/593mJIgNFsg/s72-c/Image007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-3193114283679302981</id><published>2007-10-18T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T22:15:29.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sights and Thoughts</title><summary type='text'>I have finished Henrik Ibsen's 3 plays- The League of Youth, A Doll's House &amp; The Lady from the Sea and was particularly struck by the last of them. It seems to have anticipated certain psychoanalytical themes though I shalln't go into the details here. I am impressed with one sentence from the dialogues: The picture of you that I have in my heart will always be coloured- and enhanced- by what I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/3193114283679302981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=3193114283679302981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/3193114283679302981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/3193114283679302981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2007/10/sights-and-thoughts.html' title='Sights and Thoughts'/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-7077615291669608448</id><published>2007-10-07T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T15:02:05.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On Fri, I met my sec school ex-classmate at the Army Museum during a show. I hadn't heard from him since he left for RJC, so I was pleasantly surprised to see him, even though I had found him on Facebook earlier on. However, I was shocked to hear him speak to me entirely in English. Back in Chinese High, I remembered him as one who spoke English only when forced by circumstances. Yet, now he was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/7077615291669608448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=7077615291669608448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/7077615291669608448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/7077615291669608448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2007/10/on-fri-i-met-my-sec-school-ex-classmate.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-7720224383816276361</id><published>2007-09-19T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T21:28:32.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><summary type='text'>Seeing the MDC clerks play the game -Worms certainly evoked feelings of nostalgia in me. I used to play it in my sec school days, along with other outdated (even during that time) games like Heroes of Might &amp; Magic II and Puzzle Fighters. I am not sure when I stopped playing. They just gradually got whittled away and I am very much left clueless as to the reasons for their disappearance (both </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/7720224383816276361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=7720224383816276361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/7720224383816276361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/7720224383816276361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2007/09/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-72076002807790611</id><published>2007-09-14T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T20:11:52.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAF plans foiled</title><summary type='text'>I have a stupid show on tmr, so I would not be able to attend the once-in-a-year MAF, the comtemplatation of which has been a source of hope and excitement for me in the past few gruelling weeks. All thanks to the screwed up management of my company and the heinous conspiracy between the limping and useless protege, the neutered I/C and the conniving and self-conscious major-adulterer. I became a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/72076002807790611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=72076002807790611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/72076002807790611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/72076002807790611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2007/09/maf-plans-foiled.html' title='MAF plans foiled'/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-4414813691048583317</id><published>2007-09-13T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T20:13:20.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been very sick recently. Suffering from diarrhoea since last thurs, when I awoke in midnight with an acute pain in my tummy. I've been rather short of breath too. I hope it is not what think it to be. With a weakened state of body, the mind gets disturbed all too easily and I've been attacked by bouts of severe depression. Mind and body are inextricably linked, which can be a bad thing.I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/4414813691048583317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=4414813691048583317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/4414813691048583317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/4414813691048583317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2007/09/ive-been-very-sick-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-4616689127581396963</id><published>2007-08-28T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T00:37:36.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupidity killed the Toad, Impotence killed the Major, Indolence killed the Bitch</title><summary type='text'>It's sad to have a stupid assistant manager, and equally sad to have an impotent manager. We have both in my company. Yesterday, the assistant manager gave orders for the TV, together with its various accessories, to be moved to the lounge. The lounge is a level below the office and between them there is no partition. In other words, we would inevitably disturb the clerks if we watch TV or listen</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/4616689127581396963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=4616689127581396963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/4616689127581396963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/4616689127581396963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2007/08/stupidity-killed-toad-impotency-killed.html' title='Stupidity killed the Toad, Impotence killed the Major, Indolence killed the Bitch'/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-8414647310172779777</id><published>2007-08-20T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T00:02:48.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concert with SNYO</title><summary type='text'>Tonight, we played the Bach double concerto for oboe and violin. I played relatively well for the 1st and 2nd movments. The third was cataclysmic and I daren't think much abt it now.2 parallel events happened to me today. I was walking towards the stage door when the worker who gave me directions asked, "Sir, u dropped ur money?" I took the 2-dollar note and checked my wallet and thought that it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/8414647310172779777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=8414647310172779777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/8414647310172779777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/8414647310172779777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2007/08/concert-with-snyo.html' title='Concert with SNYO'/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-1580515033731953230</id><published>2007-08-14T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T21:41:13.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So it seems that I was right. I was on the bus, almost reaching when I was told that they already had 4 bassists at the rehearsal and that there were only 4 double basses. I made the fucking trip in vain. The gleeful cries of "Ask [yours truly] dun come! Ask [yours truly] dun come!" which I overheard on the phone are still ringing in my head.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/1580515033731953230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=1580515033731953230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/1580515033731953230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/1580515033731953230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-it-seems-that-i-was-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-2402690292727200320</id><published>2007-08-13T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T12:23:54.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rehearsal with TPO</title><summary type='text'>Last night was my 1st rehearsal with TPO. The venue was some ulu and haunted and deserted place near The Cathay. We went thru Sibelius's 3rd Symphony. The 1st 2 movements were manageable and 3rd one was difficult. Sibelius certainly had very high (or no, according to Arif) regard for the double bass. This is especially true of the 1st symphony which we'll be doing tmr night. Long chromatic scales</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/2402690292727200320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=2402690292727200320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/2402690292727200320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/2402690292727200320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2007/08/rehearsal-with-tpo.html' title='Rehearsal with TPO'/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-4017622263246160555</id><published>2007-08-09T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T22:13:50.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's show at Suntec couldn't have been worse. I mean as far as the bass part was concerned, just in case someone decides to miscontrue this statement and give me endless troubles. The useless technicians couldn't or didn't even bother to adjust the gain and volume of the bass pick-up, causing the instrument to produce a really, really horrible buzzing farting tone, especially when the G-string</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/4017622263246160555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=4017622263246160555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/4017622263246160555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/4017622263246160555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2007/08/todays-show-at-suntec-couldnt-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-12919793206634043</id><published>2007-08-07T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T12:24:59.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The past week had been fine. On Wed, I played for CIE in the ASEAN CDFs meeting held at ACM. We had to dress up in the various ethnic costumes. Needless to say, we looked ludicrous. I wore a Philipino outfit and was rather alarmed by the sight of several guests donning exactly the same outfits. I quickly buttoned my collar after observing their dress code, for fear of being accused of lack of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/12919793206634043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=12919793206634043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/12919793206634043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/12919793206634043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2007/08/past-week-had-been-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oktuahttZo0/Rrh1lV805tI/AAAAAAAAACQ/gDC77lXnkMo/s72-c/ASEAN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-8476760777935305337</id><published>2007-07-13T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T01:06:28.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inconsiderate Library Users</title><summary type='text'>One can only bewail the rampant abuse and misuse of library items: torn books, scratched cds and dvds, missing sleeves notes, missing pages. I won't be too surprised if u happen to one of these perpetrators. It is seriously disappointing that people do not treat things that do not belong to themselves with even scant respect. I always encounter cds and dvds with absent sleeve notes. This </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/8476760777935305337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=8476760777935305337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/8476760777935305337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/8476760777935305337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2007/07/irresponsible-library-users.html' title='Inconsiderate Library Users'/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-6779111442646888736</id><published>2007-06-27T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T20:48:38.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Maris Stella</title><summary type='text'>Monday was my SE school show in Maris Stella High School (Primary), my alma mater. I was filled with trepidation. The buildings changed. The field and pine trees were gone and a new block had been erected. The office and staffrooms had been moved there and RC and I had a hard time locating them. The stoic Brother Anthony is still the principal while I was told that the vice-principal had been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/6779111442646888736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=6779111442646888736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/6779111442646888736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/6779111442646888736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2007/06/back-to-maris-stella.html' title='Back to Maris Stella'/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-7315261351353576974</id><published>2007-06-24T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T22:57:41.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>越剧 2nd Night</title><summary type='text'>The 2nd night wasn't as successful as the 1st. Maj Tay's indecisive and amorphous conducting was intolerable and during the last min rehearsal he derided my efforts by saying that I should save more strength for my IPPT. Furthermore, he tried to prevent us from attending the 庆功宴 after the concert. Wad an imbecile.Today, I went for the strings outing at Fish &amp; Co. I was quite reticent during the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/7315261351353576974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=7315261351353576974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/7315261351353576974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/7315261351353576974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2007/06/2nd-night.html' title='越剧 2nd Night'/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-1936780504102219573</id><published>2007-06-23T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T11:23:17.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>越剧 1st Night</title><summary type='text'>Last night was the 1st performance of Shanghai Opera. I was quite nervous in the beginning, but gradually I became composed. It was enjoyable entertaining the orchestra with my tricks (especially the thunderous pulsating lowest E's) and exhanging furtive glances with various players. I made just a few blunders, cos I totally skipped the parts which I was unsure of. I thought overall, the concert </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/1936780504102219573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=1936780504102219573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/1936780504102219573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/1936780504102219573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2007/06/1st-night.html' title='越剧 1st Night'/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-409515782784954833</id><published>2007-06-18T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T00:03:52.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My 二叔 came to vandalise the corridor just outside my house 3 days ago, just because my father refused to lend him money for the nth time. He wrote puny words in blue ink such as: "兄弟之情都是假的", "跳楼 自杀 心安理得", "XXX 赴黄泉...". I didn't know of this incident until 2 days ago, when I overheard my mum's conversation with presumably my 二婶 over the phone. She was evidently enraged and spoke about how she had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/feeds/409515782784954833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830661&amp;postID=409515782784954833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/409515782784954833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830661/posts/default/409515782784954833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechopin.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-came-to-vandalise-corridor-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562895682582959575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.laphouse.com/Music/Photo/Chopin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830661.post-6664261575386925302</id><published>2007-06-12T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T00:11:51.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shanghai Opera</title><summary type='text'>I have been attending rehearsals for Shanghai Opera for more than a week and it has been quite enjoyable despite the tight schedule and intensive preparations and Maj Tay's devious plan to tacet the gorgeous bass lines. I must admit that I've never practised that hard since time immemorial and thus I suffer much from fatigue. After all, it is not easy to wield a double bass. 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