<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8349687845575988912</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 09 Mar 2010 20:06:20 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>The Alternate Princess</title><description></description><link>http://aprilesque.net/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (qian)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>661</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8349687845575988912.post-5530130668412831003</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Dec 2009 11:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-19T19:53:06.715+08:00</atom:updated><title>Yahoo! Media Player</title><description>&lt;a href="http://aprilesque.net/mp3/Freelance Whales - Broken Horse.mp3"&gt;Freelance Whales - Broken Horse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discovered this cool thing called the Yahoo! Media Player which allows MP3s to be played directly on a webpage, so I'm testing it out right now. This way I can stream music on my blog without embedding youtube videos here, PLUS people can download the MP3s directly as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will take the opportunity to plug this new band I discovered called Freelance Whales, which I discovered on &lt;a href="http://thealbumproject.net/"&gt;The Album Project&lt;/a&gt;. I should really start reading it regularly instead of stalking wewantleaks multiple times a day and scrolling through page after page of metal and post-hardcore bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay blah blah blah. My brain is not acting right today. Too much is going through my head and I don't know why. Someone please toss me into the sea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8349687845575988912-5530130668412831003?l=aprilesque.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aprilesque.net/2009/12/yahoo-media-player.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (qian)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>17</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8349687845575988912.post-692746126312493131</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Dec 2009 11:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-14T20:31:42.099+08:00</atom:updated><title>Seabird - Rescue</title><description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Y1HYLIpXxQ&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Y1HYLIpXxQ&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has been absolutely ages since I last wrote anything here, I know, but there isn't really anything I wanted to say here. I honestly don't know why I still have this blog. I guess I keep it because I can't bear to delete it, and I know when the time comes I'll still renew the domain because I'm vain like that. I mean, I hardly design anything anymore. I hardly write anything either. Nowadays blogs are all so commercial. People blog for an audience. I blog for just me. Just like how it started out in the good ol' days, when HTML and CSS was all you needed, and frames were all the rage. I kind of miss the way-back-when. But I guess when you look back, it's always through rose-tinted glasses, and you gloss over the bad parts, you even forget them, because why remember something if it makes you feel bad? Forget. Forget. Slip into voluntary amnesia and forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I began rambling on (had to stop myself before I drown in more nonsense), I just wanted to post this song from a new band I discovered. I love discovering new bands I like, even though I know calling it "new" is a bit strange since I realise all the songs I like tend to sound kind of the same, but who cares? I like the things I like. Sure I try new things sometimes, but I always go back to the same kinds of things. It's comforting that way. It's predictable. I like predictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only got 4 weeks of holidays. I have 3 weeks left. Time just runs out so fast. Too fast. I don't really want to go on my internship. Mainly because it's a whole new environment, and we all know what happens when I throw myself into the unknown sea. I flounder. I struggle to gasp for air. I try not to drown. As much as uni wasn't exactly the funnest place to go to, after 2 and a half years it seems pretty okay. I've actually found some friends.  I shrug on familiarity like a well-worn winter coat, because I know what to expect. The cold doesn't hit so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course there's the best boy in the world I managed to find. Even though we are so very far away in distance, but not in our hearts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8349687845575988912-692746126312493131?l=aprilesque.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aprilesque.net/2009/12/seabird-rescue.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (qian)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8349687845575988912.post-3896449319115824082</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Nov 2009 16:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-18T16:08:03.246+08:00</atom:updated><title>Love From The Other Side Of The World</title><description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d192/altessa/IMG_2671--.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d192/altessa/IMG_2694--.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) Received it a couple of days ago and I've never been this excited. This has got to be the best birthday ever. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No time for much celebration (although Saturday was fun!) cuz I'm mugging for exams now, which are starting in a week. Strangely I'm not really all that stressed out, and have been following the schedule I drew up pretty closely. Which is good. But I'm still worried about a couple of my subjects, especially one of my core modules. Then again I'm in a pretty comfortable situation now because no matter how well I do I can't bring my GPA high enough to get first class honours, but I don't have to worry about dropping off second uppers either. So I'm safe, unless I do astronomically badly, which I won't. I hope. We'll keep our fingers crossed, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I spent yesterday afternoon upgrading Vista to Windows 7 and it's probably the best thing I've done for my computer so far. I was pretty worried at first because my attempts to tweak things on my computer have often backfired. If it ain't broke don't fix it and all that you know? But the upgrade was painless, and Windows 7 is &lt;i&gt;really fast&lt;/i&gt;. It makes my 2 year old laptop feel like new! I'm even using the Aero theme with all the bells and whistles and it runs like a dream (most of the time). I mean, things still hang and crash but after being a Windows user you kind of get used to it. (Hey why am I making excuses? Macs have hung on me too...) Had to deal with task manager hanging on me yesterday for example, and Skype crashing several times, but otherwise everything else is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean it's the little things that keep me happy. Now you can see how good your wireless connectivity is by just looking at the task bar, instead of having to hover your mouse over the icon. Useful for me because the reception in my house isn't very good in certain places, and it's useful to know where I can't get reception. You can also connect/disconnect straight from the little menu that pops out when you click on the connectivity icon, instead of having to open the whole damn thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also like how the Resource Monitor finally shows data transferred in B/sec instead of B/min. Seriously. B/min??? What were they thinking??? Who counts per minute? I kept having to divide by 60 in my head, and that's no mean feat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I surprised myself by actually liking the new Libraries feature, mainly because it lets you include folders from multiple places and view them from one location, which is nice because I store my videos on an external drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I don't like about upgrading is how my foobar global shortcuts don't work anymore. :( I've come to rely on being able to pause, skip, stop, increase/decrease volume anywhere and anytime I want. I think I can work around it by assigning new shortcut keys (I've been using the windows key for those shortcuts, which conflicts with the new Windows 7 shortcuts, even though I've disabled them).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8349687845575988912-3896449319115824082?l=aprilesque.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aprilesque.net/2009/11/love-from-other-side-of-world.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (qian)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8349687845575988912.post-7435913180117826322</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 14:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-14T14:29:56.247+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Music</category><title>Joshua Radin - Everything'll Be Alright (Will's Lullaby)</title><description>I really don't know what to do now. I just need to stop thinking of what could be and focus on making the most of what we have now. I need to learn to be content. Right? But why is it that I always want more than what I can have? Why are some things so out of reach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is just one thing I wish for... and because I am a selfish, ungrateful daughter, deep inside I keep thinking why a little sacrifice can't be made for me. There are so many things I don't understand why you can't do. Of course I know it's wrong. Of course I know you have your reasons, and if I were in your shoes I would probably be ten million times worse. But like I said, even though I understand the situation and how it cannot be any other way than the way it is, I am still sad. Understanding where you stand doesn't make me wish any less that it could be the way I want it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it hurts me so much. Maybe I'm spoilt and I cannot take it when I don't get my way. Fine. So be it. But this is the only thing I really really really want. More than any other thing in the entire world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still keep thinking what if. And why me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q0cSev4R5rs&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q0cSev4R5rs&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Joshua Radin - Everything'll Be Alright (Will's Lullaby)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way down New York town&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about the way&lt;br /&gt;She loved me&lt;br /&gt;There's a hole in my pocket&lt;br /&gt;That's about her size&lt;br /&gt;But I think everything is gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I hope everything is gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smilin' face&lt;br /&gt;Is tradin'&lt;br /&gt;The gifts I found at the bar&lt;br /&gt;Well I wish my car&lt;br /&gt;Could drive to her tonight&lt;br /&gt;Then I'd know everything is gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;Yes, then I'd know it'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain in New Orleans&lt;br /&gt;Forgot to end&lt;br /&gt;But the mouths of the people are dry&lt;br /&gt;Then we watch and wait&lt;br /&gt;And do nothing but sigh&lt;br /&gt;And hope everything is gonna turn out right&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know if it'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I look at you&lt;br /&gt;Warm in your dream&lt;br /&gt;While your mobile dances above&lt;br /&gt;And I think to myself&lt;br /&gt;It's a beautiful night&lt;br /&gt;And I know everything is gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;Yes, now I know it'll be alright&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8349687845575988912-7435913180117826322?l=aprilesque.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aprilesque.net/2009/11/wants.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (qian)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8349687845575988912.post-7862837233995761559</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 15:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-14T14:29:28.424+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Music</category><title>Dashboard Confessional - Hell On The Throat</title><description>Okay, this song is nice, but it's awfully similar to Joshua Radin. Not a bad thing though. Here are the lyrics! I like the last part most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/4QPAsb9EZv/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/4QPAsb9EZv/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dashboard Confessional - Hell On The Throat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A line of strands to mark the trail&lt;br /&gt;No one said it would be easy&lt;br /&gt;I must admit I felt the risk&lt;br /&gt;Was better waged in younger seasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all these years in the cold&lt;br /&gt;Putting hell on a throne&lt;br /&gt;Till every thing I say burns like cinders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it’s hard to belong to a girl or a song&lt;br /&gt;In the crease of a strangling winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's strange to be lost&lt;br /&gt;Stranger still to belong&lt;br /&gt;On the strings of a twisting line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way the turns were sharp&lt;br /&gt;No one said it would be easy&lt;br /&gt;I must admit I thought the trip&lt;br /&gt;Was better made in younger seasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all these years in pursuit&lt;br /&gt;Made a man of a fool&lt;br /&gt;Till every word I say is unwaivered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it’s hard to belong to a girl or a song&lt;br /&gt;In the case of a selfish believer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s strange to be lost&lt;br /&gt;Stranger still to belong&lt;br /&gt;On the strings of a twisting line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it’s hard to belong to a girl or a song&lt;br /&gt;In the case of a selfish believer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s strange to be lost&lt;br /&gt;Stranger still to belong&lt;br /&gt;On the strings of a twisting line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the path I have made&lt;br /&gt;From the grass to the grave&lt;br /&gt;I will love you still&lt;br /&gt;And when the sand turns to glass&lt;br /&gt;And all that’s left is the past&lt;br /&gt;I will love you still&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8349687845575988912-7862837233995761559?l=aprilesque.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aprilesque.net/2009/11/dashboard-confessional-hell-on-throat.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (qian)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8349687845575988912.post-7859035045731756394</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2009 10:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-08T18:09:24.636+08:00</atom:updated><title>I Don't Want "Things"</title><description>My mum keeps asking me what I want for my birthday. But I know the one thing that I want most in the world is something she won't let me have. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8349687845575988912-7859035045731756394?l=aprilesque.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aprilesque.net/2009/11/i-dont-want-things.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (qian)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8349687845575988912.post-3460514391889826255</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2009 16:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-29T00:15:53.960+08:00</atom:updated><title>Needs To Induce Insomnia</title><description>I think I have never had so many things on my plate at once. Ever. But I'm not taking it as badly as I thought I would. I'm stressed (any sane person would be), but I'm not paralysed. I have never wished for next Friday to come more than I do now. I just want all the deadlines behind me. Then I can shift my mind and think of other more important things, things that I am forcing myself to put on the backseat for now because if I think about all of them at once I will most certainly not be able to accomplish anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepless nights! Here I come! @_@ BRING ON THE CAFFIENEEEEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8349687845575988912-3460514391889826255?l=aprilesque.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aprilesque.net/2009/10/needs-to-induce-insomnia.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (qian)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8349687845575988912.post-8979114758694366545</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Oct 2009 10:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-22T18:42:10.866+08:00</atom:updated><title>Glee S01E07 Throwdown</title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sue Sylvester&lt;/span&gt;: What happened to our little agreement, huh? Will I be uploading a certain video to YouTube this afternoon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Principal Figgins&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, Sue, I put it on YouTube myself, and it only got two hits! &lt;u&gt;Let me break it down for you: nobody cares!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons of life indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8349687845575988912-8979114758694366545?l=aprilesque.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aprilesque.net/2009/10/glee-s01e07-throwdown.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (qian)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8349687845575988912.post-5873198098164107661</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2009 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-14T21:54:48.621+08:00</atom:updated><title>Can I Say What I Always Do?</title><description>We were watching a clip from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Singin'_in_the_Rain"&gt;Singin' in the Rain&lt;/a&gt; in 206 today. There was a part in the show where they were screening a new talking picture (a movie with sound), The Dueling Cavalier, that had just been filmed. It was being screened to a test audience and because having sound in motion pictures was still a very new thing, there were lots of technical errors. That, coupled with some other hilarious boo-boos, made the whole thing a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gene Kelly, who played the lead in The Dueling Cavalier, said in one scene&lt;blockquote&gt;Imperious princess of the night...&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;...I love you.&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;I love you. I love you. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;I love you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.script-o-rama.com/movie_scripts/s/singin-in-the-rain-script.html"&gt;script&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;He was supposed to have said something else, but because he claimed he didn't like the original dialogue ("I don't like those lines"), he asked the director if he could say what he was comfortable with ("Can I say what I always do?"). After his character recites those lines onscreen, the camera pans to the theatre audience and you hear "Someone got paid for writing that?" being shouted, which made everyone in the lecture laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, as our lecturer revealed later, it didn't matter what silent film actors actually said when they were acting, as long as their mouths appeared to be moving since there wasn't going to be sound anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what Gene Kelly said made me smile for more than the simple reason that it was funny. :) Who cares about fancy words. Can I say what I always do? I love you I love you I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8349687845575988912-5873198098164107661?l=aprilesque.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aprilesque.net/2009/10/can-i-say-what-i-always-do.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (qian)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8349687845575988912.post-7918307123372118729</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Oct 2009 10:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-14T14:29:28.424+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Music</category><title>Stars Of Track And Field - End Of All Time</title><description>9th week of school. 5 more weeks to go before it's over. 6 more weeks to the start of exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more month to my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I say I don't really care much for it, a part of me is still keeping an eye on the number of days leading up to it. But honestly? 21 is such an arbitrary number. Or maybe I just try and tell myself I don't care because I hate being disappointed. That's what my whole life has been about... keeping my expectations low to the point of pessimism, so that every little thing becomes a bonus. It's not a great way to live, but I guess it works for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And instead of doing my work (argh argh argh, how is it possible for me to blather on here for a hundred words or more, but so difficult to hammer out a coherent sentence in MS Word?), I was trying to figure out the lyrics to Stars Of Track And Field's End Of All Time last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rATR0k6R1wI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rATR0k6R1wI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are still two lines I can't really catch though, but I'll post up what I have at the moment since no lyrics exist online as far as I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stars Of Track And Field - End Of All Time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine you could tear the world apart&lt;br /&gt;Lay it all out like a weather chart&lt;br /&gt;Take your time cuz you're up against space&lt;br /&gt;Sweep up the tears runnin' down your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You burn bright when you're left alone&lt;br /&gt;Build up the speed to bring you home&lt;br /&gt;Turn off the lights and watch you... glow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the end of all time&lt;br /&gt;Just so I can see the lightning climb&lt;br /&gt;Over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the end of all time&lt;br /&gt;Just so I can see the lightning climb&lt;br /&gt;Over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's speed can you last belong (??? I can't catch this line)&lt;br /&gt;See you back slide in the burning sun&lt;br /&gt;By the way I will let you know&lt;br /&gt;The equator peeled off when I let you go&lt;br /&gt;Turn off the lights and watch you... glow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the end of all time&lt;br /&gt;Just so I can see the lightning climb&lt;br /&gt;Over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the end of all time&lt;br /&gt;Just so I can see the lightning climb&lt;br /&gt;Over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the world through the faintest glow&lt;br /&gt;Break apart and you turn up the final glow&lt;br /&gt;You answer is no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ??? you hear that (??? I have absolutely no idea what this line is either)&lt;br /&gt;It's the end of all time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the end of all time&lt;br /&gt;Just so I can see the lightning climb&lt;br /&gt;Over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the end of all time&lt;br /&gt;Just so I can see the lightning climb&lt;br /&gt;Over me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8349687845575988912-7918307123372118729?l=aprilesque.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aprilesque.net/2009/10/stars-of-track-and-field-end-of-all.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (qian)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8349687845575988912.post-832347265542630427</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Oct 2009 08:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-04T17:08:08.968+08:00</atom:updated><title>Assignment Requirements</title><description>Ugh, I am so pissed at how irresponsible my tutor is. Decision to procrastinate aside, I now find myself with a 3000 word essay to churn out in two days. Okay, I knew about this 3000-word thing a few days ago, but I was working on some other things and didn't find the inspiration to start on this particular assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, it was supposed to be a two-and-a-half to three page assignment, which is about 1500 words or so, which he then increased to 3000 words, &lt;i&gt;without even directly telling my tutorial group about it, or posting an announcement on edventure&lt;/i&gt;. I had to find out through friends who attended another tutorial group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't the first time he has suddenly sprung something like this on us. The first time, he decided to inform my tutorial group that our assignment deadline was pushed from Wednesday to Tuesday through an email sent on Sunday night. Because he had &lt;i&gt;FORGOTTEN&lt;/i&gt;. On another occasion, we were all ready to submit our work on Tuesday, when he brushed it off saying he didn't want it till Wednesday. WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'm asking for much. I just want some consistency in his instructions! What is the rationale behind arbitrarily moving deadlines around and changing the requirements of an assignment, &lt;i&gt;especially if it is to DOUBLE the required length&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so you're trying to mimic how clients behave in real life, huh? Well at least deign to &lt;i&gt;inform&lt;/i&gt; us beforehand! And inform BOTH tutorial groups while you're at it. Just because the second tutorial group is held two days after the first DOESN'T give you the freedom to suddenly change your mind and FORGET about telling the first! If my tutorial group was at least &lt;i&gt;TOLD&lt;/i&gt; about this change, I wouldn't have such a big bone to pick. But to have to find out through word-of-mouth makes me feel SO ANGRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8349687845575988912-832347265542630427?l=aprilesque.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aprilesque.net/2009/10/assignment-requirements.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (qian)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8349687845575988912.post-7671489133718611008</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Sep 2009 12:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-29T20:52:42.586+08:00</atom:updated><title>MIDI on fb2k</title><description>I remember trying to make foobar2000 play midi files some time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now why didn't I just install the plug-in??? *facepalm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at least now I can listen to my Tyrian game music on foobar and not stupid windows media player. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8349687845575988912-7671489133718611008?l=aprilesque.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aprilesque.net/2009/09/midi-on-fb2k.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (qian)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8349687845575988912.post-976638786082871516</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Sep 2009 16:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-14T14:29:28.424+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Music</category><title>Hotspur - Heads/Tails</title><description>New song obsession... Hotspur's Heads/Tails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j75eWyvGfD0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j75eWyvGfD0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to find the lyrics to this song but couldn't... maybe I'm not looking hard enough. Anyway, here's my attempt at the lyrics... I probably misheard some, but here you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hotspur - Heads/Tails&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call it in the air heads or tails&lt;br /&gt;Heads we go to London&lt;br /&gt;And try to save the Queen&lt;br /&gt;Tails we go to Paris&lt;br /&gt;Try our hand in romance&lt;br /&gt;Need a chance to show you&lt;br /&gt;That I'll take you anywhere&lt;br /&gt;So call it in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's midnight now and I'll be up for hours&lt;br /&gt;Cuz something tells me you are not alone&lt;br /&gt;I make plans to walk and buy you flowers&lt;br /&gt;And throw them out before you get back home&lt;br /&gt;So let's let fate decide&lt;br /&gt;For you and me tonight&lt;br /&gt;If there's half a chance we'll make it&lt;br /&gt;Then it's not too late to try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call it in the air heads or tails&lt;br /&gt;Heads we go to London&lt;br /&gt;And try to save the Queen&lt;br /&gt;Tails we go to Paris&lt;br /&gt;Try our hand in romance&lt;br /&gt;Even when we're flying&lt;br /&gt;Then at least I've got a chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I got a chance&lt;br /&gt;To show you I can take you somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere far away&lt;br /&gt;From the shadows of this place&lt;br /&gt;Oh somewhere where we could fall in love&lt;br /&gt;Where we could fall in love... oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six a.m. the sun is coming up&lt;br /&gt;Something tells me I'm all out alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call it in the air heads or tails&lt;br /&gt;Heads we go to London&lt;br /&gt;And try to save the Queen&lt;br /&gt;Tails we go to Paris&lt;br /&gt;Try our hand in romance&lt;br /&gt;Need a chance to show you&lt;br /&gt;That I'll take you anywhere&lt;br /&gt;So call it in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call it in the air... oh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8349687845575988912-976638786082871516?l=aprilesque.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aprilesque.net/2009/09/hotspur-headstails.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (qian)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8349687845575988912.post-1557570264166210431</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Sep 2009 15:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-24T23:07:04.538+08:00</atom:updated><title>Moments</title><description>It's times like these when I miss you most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8349687845575988912-1557570264166210431?l=aprilesque.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aprilesque.net/2009/09/moments.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (qian)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8349687845575988912.post-6861334404291881142</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Sep 2009 15:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-18T23:34:46.975+08:00</atom:updated><title>A Short Break</title><description>YAY THREE DAY WEEKEND!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have lots of work to do still. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm having fun with iTunes and the Genius function! It beats shuffle any day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only part that annoys me is that my play counts will be thrown out of whack (AGAIN). At least the most reliable thing are my last.fm stats, but it will be nice if my foobar and iTunes plays can count TOGETHER instead of separately... oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to get back to work. Have been sitting in front of the computer for the past 3 hours trying to start on my PR writing assignment but have only managed to come out with the sketchiest of outlines. And I've been staring at these two emails I need to answer but I just can't bring myself to hit the reply button. ARRRGHHH PROCRASTINATION, thou art a villain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to do this at the last minute!! I want to catch up with my readings!! Bleh. But I'm so totally not in the mood to do any work right now. Just plugged in my external hard drive... moviessssss...... *gets distracted for the 30492th time*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8349687845575988912-6861334404291881142?l=aprilesque.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aprilesque.net/2009/09/short-break.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (qian)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8349687845575988912.post-7107533227381590784</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Sep 2009 15:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-15T23:27:34.935+08:00</atom:updated><title>Holidays Where Are You?</title><description>Why does it seem like everyone else is so hardworking? I feel like a big slacker. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for holidays! I miss being able to sleep when I want. Yawn. Yay for next Monday. And recess week is coming closer and closer!! This semester hasn't been so bad, but I'll be happier when it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh we had a video cam workshop in 206 tute today and it was ten times more fun than learning how to operate a DSLR. To think I fancied myself as some kind of amateur photographer back in the day! Hah. I'm not really that interested in photography anymore, to be honest. Maybe video editing will be more interesting. I hope my project group will not be disastrous. Things are not looking good on that front. :S Oh well, at the very most the two of us will just end up doing most of the work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I look/sound weird on video. But recording was fun! I liked fiddling around with all the settings on the Panasonic cams. Makes me feel like a semi-pro. Hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8349687845575988912-7107533227381590784?l=aprilesque.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aprilesque.net/2009/09/holidays-where-are-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (qian)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8349687845575988912.post-5424965488420163286</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Sep 2009 10:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-11T18:45:31.870+08:00</atom:updated><title>Maybe I'm On The Right Path</title><description>Biz law lecture went by so fast today, mostly because I was doing something else the entire time. LOL. Surprisingly, I'm having quite a lot of fun constructing the survey questionnaire for a project my group and I are carrying out for one of our modules. It's not easy and there's still so much to do, but yeah, this reminds me why I chose research as my specialisation. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8349687845575988912-5424965488420163286?l=aprilesque.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aprilesque.net/2009/09/maybe-im-on-right-path.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (qian)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8349687845575988912.post-4161999182751178583</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Sep 2009 11:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-08T20:02:25.448+08:00</atom:updated><title>Not Brand New</title><description>I keep surprising myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, work is beginning to get a bit heavy. Feel like I cannot finish anything. But it's probably to do with tomorrow. I dread tomorrow. Tomorrow is going to be the worst day of the week!!! I want to say the worst day of the semester, but I can think of potentially worse days so I don't want to overdramatise and let this steal the limelight. I can't wait to get it over and done with. Now it hangs over like a dark cloud that I want to go away. But every time I take a step forward it shadows me, like a hawk. The good thing about time, is that it continues going forward. Which means that I won't be stuck in the "before", fretting like this. I'm looking forward to Thursday, and that's saying a lot, seeing that I have two things due on Thursday and deadlines are never fun. But Wednesday is worse than any deadline. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to go to sleep and wake up tomorrow and believe it's a brand new day (like the song!) but I feel like there is no brand new, it's just the same shitty day going on and on and on with no end in sight, like a forever marathon. I don't even feel like I have enough energy to wonder about how I'm probably annoying people. At this point, I don't really care. Just let them be annoyed, if they are. Will sort it out later, when my brain isn't preoccupied or in panic mode.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8349687845575988912-4161999182751178583?l=aprilesque.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aprilesque.net/2009/09/not-brand-new.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (qian)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8349687845575988912.post-3747777992136637575</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Sep 2009 16:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-05T00:41:51.501+08:00</atom:updated><title>Never Enough Time</title><description>In a pretty unstable mood. Feels like everything might just fall apart. Of course things aren't that bad, objectively. They're no where near bad at all. But I still feel like all this good stuff that's happened is as delicate as a spider's web, and something is going to go right through, oblivious, and ruin it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obsessively listening to the same song over and over and over again. This is not very healthy. I'm listening to it because I'm searching for something that can make me feel better, hoping I can find it in this song, but every time it ends and begins its loop, I feel like I missed it and need to look harder. Okay I am not making sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so insecure. I don't want to bog him down with my whining, but I know I will continue to feel this way no matter how many times he reassures me. And so I feel bad for feeling how I feel, because I know it pains him to hear me talk like this. And more than anything, I don't want him hurt in any way. I only want for him... for us to be happy. But I know that when I talk to him again and if the subject comes round to this, I'll say it all over again, and then feel guilty after, like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is never enough time in this world for people like us who want eternity and forever because we know nothing lasts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8349687845575988912-3747777992136637575?l=aprilesque.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aprilesque.net/2009/09/never-enough-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (qian)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8349687845575988912.post-6249223857614789023</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Aug 2009 12:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-31T20:31:02.351+08:00</atom:updated><title>All You Have To Do Is Cry</title><description>Listening to Joshua Radin makes my heart think of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8349687845575988912-6249223857614789023?l=aprilesque.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aprilesque.net/2009/08/all-you-have-to-do-is-cry.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (qian)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8349687845575988912.post-1201094875509380415</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Aug 2009 18:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-29T01:15:01.248+08:00</atom:updated><title>The Resident Tourist</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.drearyweary.com/TheResidentTourist/index.php?showimage=321"&gt;http://www.drearyweary.com/TheResidentTourist/index.php?showimage=321&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.drearyweary.com/TheResidentTourist/index.php?showimage=322"&gt;http://www.drearyweary.com/TheResidentTourist/index.php?showimage=322&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two pages really hit me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8349687845575988912-1201094875509380415?l=aprilesque.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aprilesque.net/2009/08/resident-tourist.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (qian)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8349687845575988912.post-2207001293830728299</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Aug 2009 13:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-25T21:40:41.610+08:00</atom:updated><title>A Fine Frenzy</title><description>Like an apple on a tree&lt;br /&gt;Hiding out behind the leaves&lt;br /&gt;I was difficult to reach&lt;br /&gt;But you picked me&lt;br /&gt;Like a shell upon a beach&lt;br /&gt;Just another pretty piece&lt;br /&gt;I was difficult to see&lt;br /&gt;But you picked me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you picked me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8349687845575988912-2207001293830728299?l=aprilesque.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aprilesque.net/2009/08/fine-frenzy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (qian)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8349687845575988912.post-3577876791333890847</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Aug 2009 09:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-19T18:07:10.151+08:00</atom:updated><title>Music, I Devour You Like Cotton Candy</title><description>YES YES YES I finally got my PR Writing mod!!! Huge load off my shoulders. Of course, there's the issue of actually handling my 22 AUs and doing a full-fledged research project. =/ Guess it'll be good practice for FYP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearing the end of my second week of school. Still feels pretty okay. A couple of deadlines have come in, but nothing I'm stressing out too much over. Just gotta get these readings done... not easy considering all the distractions I'm having, but I'll do it somehow. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8349687845575988912-3577876791333890847?l=aprilesque.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aprilesque.net/2009/08/music-i-devour-you-like-cotton-candy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (qian)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8349687845575988912.post-688335646747478943</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Aug 2009 12:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-17T20:46:59.159+08:00</atom:updated><title>And Again And Again</title><description>Am trying real hard to adapt to the holiday-school transition. Needless to say, I'm tired. I don't even know why I'm tired. Must be all that walking I have to do on campus. Ugh. The actual lessons themselves are okay, since it's only the second week, and there aren't really any deadlines to slit your wrist over yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get the modules you want is a humongous pain in the ass though. And it's not like I haven't done anything about it. As things are now though, I can only sit back and see what happens. I hate having this one nagging thought at the back of my mind, and that is exactly what this issue is doing&amp;mdash;sitting quietly behind my every thought like the full stop at the end of my sentences, or hovering like a cloud of lazy insects on a summer day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine how things are just going to progressively worse throughout the semester. I can feel its ominous presence already. I cannot anticipate enough the end of year holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8349687845575988912-688335646747478943?l=aprilesque.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aprilesque.net/2009/08/and-again-and-again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (qian)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8349687845575988912.post-7101227278209052908</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Aug 2009 09:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-09T18:00:51.601+08:00</atom:updated><title>Four and Forty Blackbirds</title><description>Happy national day peeps. Life's good right now. It can be better, but I'm not going to be greedy. ^^ Watched Public Enemies and Up this week, and both were good. Have spent quite a lot this week though, so no movies for me for awhile! School's starting in two days anyway. Back to the dull and dreary drag of every day. Are my holidays really coming to an end? D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8349687845575988912-7101227278209052908?l=aprilesque.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aprilesque.net/2009/08/four-and-forty-blackbirds.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (qian)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>