<?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-31879598</id><updated>2011-11-08T21:00:10.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feng Soon - McCartney II</title><subtitle type='html'>A life of a regular blogger. 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(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-1433278436052261388?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/1433278436052261388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=1433278436052261388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/1433278436052261388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/1433278436052261388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2010/03/end-starts-here.html' title='The end starts here'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-4829184732121097795</id><published>2010-02-11T04:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T04:45:39.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't help but to voice this;</title><content type='html'>Life for me now is just pure moderate. Nothing much, nothing exciting, other than meeting up sweetheart like last week. That was like a week ago. Other than that, nothing much worth mentioning. Life now seem like 'spirale vers le bas' (English: spiral down), just disband somehow, despite not able to host a last public performance. Recording wasn't successful, but still trying. On the verge of going broke soon, as now I'm living on my own, somehow indirectly on my own. Anyway that's not very important. I'm going to retreat to my 'meditating zone', to regain clear mindset, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on the lighter note, I met a friend, just now, yes, just now. He's my former classmate. We know each other for like six years now?&lt;br /&gt;We aren't close kind. But once in awhile we whine to each other, as we are the kind that uses to have nightlife. I still have that nightlife bloods run through me. You can never know how peaceful night is. So as usual, we went to our hangout spot and sit down updating each other, like our personal life and retard we are. Hahaha. In between the conversation of updating, my friend need to run home to check something, which I volunteer to follow, since I had nothing much, and can't fall asleep anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to his house; the last time I went was like in 2005? He is the second eldest in the family of five. His mother is the one who is contributing to the household and daily necessities. With her mom working in the afternoon shift to early morning next day, I can't help but feel sympathetic. His mom knows me, and I know his mom. We had a little chat, and trust me, she's a nice lady, a nice mother. From my instinct and what my friend told me, which I had confirm, is that his mother, is someone who don't show sadness and always happy, trying to get by everyday, and she's not earning much per month, F.Y.I. the little chat was short, but memorable and sweet, but I can't help to ask my friend what have happened to his mom, because apparently, it seems to me that her health have been deteriorate slowly. The last time I met his mom was still in pretty pink health, but when I just spoke to his mom, I can't help but to feel sad. I don't know where the sadness came from, but I just felt sad.&lt;br /&gt;Despite knowing his family condition, mom being the one contributing to major household and such; yet she still can live happily without much stress and etc. I remember once my friend told me, that he and his elder brother was fighting, mom tried to stopped the fight but no avail, which result mom crying and praying at the same time. Trust me, from here, I have no idea how to describe such a nice lady. Despite we had casual chat once in awhile, is somehow hurts to see my friend and his mom living in such condition.&lt;br /&gt;When I was there earlier on just now, the mom was sleeping in the living room together with his younger brothers. What affect me more is that not only their living condition is bad, but also, their monthly bills, such as unities bills and etc. I wanted to help so bad, but unfortunately, I've not yet to able to feed myself (read below about me starting to live independently). I admire how my friend's mom able to live without thinking much; probably she don't show it I suppose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite being at my friend's place for a mere 10 minutes, I was deeply affect. Why people like us, can't live as happy like how my friend's mom is doing? We have those luxury things, which they don't have such as Internet, iPod, latest handphone, Aircon. This seriously affected me badly in a way or another, but in the positive way. This made me sit down and think seriously on changing my lifestyle. Sometime, money can't really buy happiness. Not only that, my friend is such a nice friend that he in a way or another try to help his peers, at least by accompanying them the whole day. I remember once I just mere ask him out accompany me, as I felt lonely just to drive alone; he did offer to pay for the petrol, but I turned him down, saying is okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at this, makes me think, I'm also on the verge of going broke, you might be telling me to go find job, but hey! I'm entering NS, can't I just enjoy the remanding 20 plus days or so? Despite able to commite to everything including to wooing a girl now, but what's the point? Money can't buy really happiness or love. Even if money can buy, did she ever see how sincere I was, by running around to grab stuff, but leave me here hanging like a headless chicken (see: Mike the Headless Chicken) for going two months? Haha! I suppose let natural takes it own path, no rush! I've the patience. :D This too, does apply me in my music and my planned career. Well I suppose this is life, what I'm probably facing is just piece and puzzle of life that I believe everyone do face it in their life hood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the outside world! Leaving teenage hood to adulthood. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, Happy Chinese New Year folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-4829184732121097795?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/4829184732121097795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=4829184732121097795' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/4829184732121097795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/4829184732121097795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-cant-help-but-to-voice-this.html' title='I can&apos;t help but to voice this;'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-628816309506208653</id><published>2010-01-07T04:46:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T01:30:34.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello 2010</title><content type='html'>I know I'm a bit late, but well, is always better to be late than not updating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty fast isn't? 2010 is here. 10 years ago, which is the year 2000, obviously, we were celebrating a new millennium. Probably allow me to update what have actually happened in the world and in my life for the past 10 years. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be prepared, this is going to be a looong post! Wordy but in points form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Orange&lt;/span&gt; is world news, those in &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Blue &lt;/span&gt;is my personal life. Majority might got to do with United States politics, as I love their politics a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;December 31, 1999 - January 1, 2000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 1999&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Year_2000_problem"&gt;Year 2000 problem&lt;/a&gt; arise was a problem for both digital (computer-related) and non-digital documentation and data storage situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;December 31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boris_Yeltsin"&gt;Boris Yeltsin&lt;/a&gt; resigns as &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/President_of_Russia"&gt;President of Russia&lt;/a&gt;, leaving &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prime_Minister_of_Russia"&gt;Prime Minister&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vladimir_Putin"&gt;Vladimir Putin&lt;/a&gt; as the acting President.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;2000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;January 1&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Promoted to Primary 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- People over the world welcome a new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;millennium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 31&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Singapore_Airlines_Flight_006"&gt;Singapore Airlines Flight 006&lt;/a&gt; collides with construction equipment in the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chiang_Kai_Shek_International_Airport"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chiang&lt;/span&gt; Kai &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Shek&lt;/span&gt; International Airport&lt;/a&gt;, resulting in 83 deaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;November 7&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_presidential_election,_2000"&gt;United States presidential election, 2000&lt;/a&gt;: Republican candidate Texas Governor &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_W._Bush"&gt;George W. Bush&lt;/a&gt; defeats Democratic Vice President &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Al_Gore"&gt;Al Gore&lt;/a&gt; in the closest election in history, but the final outcome is not known for over a month because of disputed votes in Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;2001&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;January 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- I was promoted to Primary 4, the year of streaming exam, to see whether which stream (EM1, EM2 or EM3) I will be promoted to in the year 2001. In the year 2008, this system was abolish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;January 20&lt;/span&gt; - George W. Bush succeeds &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bill_Clinton"&gt;Bill Clinton&lt;/a&gt;, becoming the 43rd &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/President_of_the_United_States"&gt;President of the United States&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;June 12&lt;/span&gt; - Racist fight started in my class, I was blame or label for the cause of the fight. The causes of the fight was very simple, one of my Chinese friend push me, pretty hard to my Malay friends. They (my Malay friends) thought I wanna started a fight, and that's how it happened. I have been keeping it to myself. When my dad was called in, he didn't gave me a earful scolding, but he finally understand what I'm going through in school, threatening, being sabotage and etc.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;September 11&lt;/span&gt; - Almost 3,000 are killed in the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/September_11,_2001_attacks"&gt;September 11, 2001 attacks&lt;/a&gt; at the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_Trade_Center"&gt;World Trade Center&lt;/a&gt; in New York City; the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Pentagon"&gt;Pentagon&lt;/a&gt; in Arlington, Virginia; and in rural &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shanksville&lt;/span&gt;, Pennsylvania after &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/American_Airlines_Flight_11"&gt;American Airlines Flight 11&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_Airlines_Flight_175"&gt;United Airlines Flight 175&lt;/a&gt; crash into the World Trade Center's Twin Towers, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/American_Airlines_Flight_77"&gt;American Airlines Flight 77&lt;/a&gt; crashes into the Pentagon, and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_Airlines_Flight_93"&gt;United Airlines Flight 93&lt;/a&gt; crashes into a grassland in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Shanksville&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;November 29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; - Former lead guitarist of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Beatles"&gt;The Beatles&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Harrison"&gt;George Harrison&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;died of lung cancer at the age of 58.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;2002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;January 1&lt;/span&gt; - I was promoted to EM2, was put under the second best class for EM2 stream, well that's what they say, but to me, is just pure crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;February 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; - Former &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/President_of_Singapore"&gt;President of Singapore&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ong_Teng_Cheong"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Teng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Chong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; died &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;at the age of 66 from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lymphoma" title="Lymphoma"&gt;lymphoma&lt;/a&gt; in his home. Among the five former presidents who have died, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Teng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Cheong&lt;/span&gt; is the only one who did not receive a state funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Can't remember much for the year 2002-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;2003:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;January 1&lt;/span&gt; - Promoted to Primary 6, EM2, final year in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Juying&lt;/span&gt; Primary, after a good 6 years, enter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Juying&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Primary's&lt;/span&gt; door since 1998. Also the year for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;PSLE&lt;/span&gt; (Primary School Leaving Examination usually dubbed as Please Stop Learning English).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt; - Severe acute respiratory syndrome (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;SARS&lt;/span&gt;) outbreak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Ministry of Education of Singapore announced that all primary schools, secondary schools and junior colleges will be shut until April 6, 2003. Polytechnics and universities are not affected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;April 5&lt;/span&gt; - Singapore government announced that school closure will be extended. Junior colleges will reopen on April 9, secondary schools on April 14 and primary schools and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-schools on April 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;September - October&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; - Primary School Leaving Examination. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;October 24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; - The &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Concorde"&gt;Concorde&lt;/a&gt; makes its last commercial flight, bringing the era of airliner &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Supersonic_travel"&gt;supersonic travel&lt;/a&gt; to a close, at least for the time being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;November &lt;/span&gt;(or) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; - Release of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;PSLE&lt;/span&gt; result. Attained 140 points (2003). Enough for me to enroll to Boon Lay Secondary under Normal Technical stream the following year. In today with 140 points (2010) is enough for one to get into Normal Academic Stream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2004:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;January 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; - Entered Boon Lay Secondary School as a Normal Technical student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;January 6&lt;/span&gt; - Join Boon Lay Secondary Public Address Sound System (PA) as a crew (now we called it member)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt; - Rehearsal for National Day Parade 2004 (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;NDP&lt;/span&gt; 04), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-parade segment begins. I remember I skipped rehearsal for nearly three weeks, because I was asked to be the leader, leading almost 100 people in a formation, which I don't want and appealed and failed. I came back with a huge earful scolding, and was stripped of my position. Yes! At least kinda worth it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;June 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; - &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ronald_Reagan"&gt;Ronald Reagan&lt;/a&gt;, the 40&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; President of the United States, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Death_and_state_funeral_of_Ronald_Reagan"&gt;dies at his home&lt;/a&gt; in Bel-Air, California at the age of 93. A 6-day state funeral follows after his death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;August 9&lt;/span&gt; - Perform at the National Stadium (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Kallang&lt;/span&gt; Stadium) for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;NDP&lt;/span&gt;, perform &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;infront&lt;/span&gt; of a crowd of 55 thousand people &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(will upload video soon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;August 12 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Singapore's prime minister &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Goh_Chok_Tong"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Goh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Chok&lt;/span&gt; Tong&lt;/a&gt; hands over his position to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lee_Hsien_Loong"&gt;Lee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Hsien&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Loong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;November 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_presidential_election,_2004"&gt;United States presidential election, 2004&lt;/a&gt;: U.S. President George W. Bush defeats Senator &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Kerry"&gt;John Kerry&lt;/a&gt;. Republicans make gains in the House and Senate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;December 26 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- A day after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Chirstmas&lt;/span&gt;. One of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2004_Indian_Ocean_earthquake"&gt;worst natural disasters in recorded history hits Southeast Asia&lt;/a&gt;, when the strongest earthquake in 40 years hits the entire Indian Ocean region. The massive 9.3 magnitude earthquake, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;epicentered&lt;/span&gt; just off the west coast of the Indonesian island of Sumatra, generates enormous tsunami waves that crash into the coastal areas of a number of nations including Thailand, India, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Sri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Lanka&lt;/span&gt;, the Maldives, Malaysia, Myanmar, Bangladesh, and Indonesia. The official death toll in the affected countries stands at 186,983 while more than 40,000 people are still missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;2005:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;January 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Promoted to Secondary 2 NT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;January 20&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_W._Bush"&gt;George W. Bush&lt;/a&gt; is inaugurated in Washington, D.C. for his second term as the 43rd &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/President_of_the_United_States"&gt;President of the United States&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;April 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Appointed as Councillor for a period of a year.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;April 27&lt;/span&gt; - The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Superjumbo&lt;/span&gt; jet aircraft &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Airbus_A380"&gt;Airbus A380&lt;/a&gt; makes its first flight from Toulouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;June 15 &amp;amp; 16&lt;/span&gt; - Participated in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;AEIQ&lt;/span&gt; (Student Leader Convention (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;SLC&lt;/span&gt;05) 2005) at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;CHIJ&lt;/span&gt; St. Nicholas Girls School (June 15) and Catholic High School (June 16). A very memorable event, also can be regards as one of the major turn point in my life. I went along with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Fahmi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Xin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Yi&lt;/span&gt; and Amelia. I met the following people;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Shermaine&lt;/span&gt; from Cedars Girls' Secondary School;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dominic from St. Patrick's School;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kai Li from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;CHIJ&lt;/span&gt; St. Nicholas Girls School;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Siong&lt;/span&gt; from Catholic High School;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Ning&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Xin&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;CHIJ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Toa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Payoh&lt;/span&gt; (Secondary);&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Elvira from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;CHIJ&lt;/span&gt; St. Theresa Convent;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Shuyi&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Bukit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Panjang&lt;/span&gt; Government High School.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I still can somewhat remember their respective school, if my memory doesn't fail on me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;! From the above list, I still kept in contact with four people, which two I'm pretty close with. One of the event that will probably be in my memory for as long as I live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;June 23&lt;/span&gt; - First group outing (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;SLC&lt;/span&gt;), organise by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;Shermaine&lt;/span&gt;, met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;Novabelle&lt;/span&gt; from other group. But we welcome her anyway. Took a set of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;neoprints&lt;/span&gt;, also my first time taking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;neoprint&lt;/span&gt;. Watch a movie, I still have the movie ticket but the wording have long gone since. Is the last time I saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;Shermaine&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;Novabelle&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;June 27&lt;/span&gt; - Attended &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;CHIJ&lt;/span&gt; St. Joseph Convent student council investiture together with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;Fahmi&lt;/span&gt;. Met Athena and Kai &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;Peng&lt;/span&gt; there. This is the second part of my turning point. I met Laurence from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;Catcholic&lt;/span&gt; High School there too, well we met before hand at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;SLC&lt;/span&gt; 05. Their program of the investiture promote me to draft one for the coming year (2006) investiture. Their program of the investiture, really totally awesome. Still kept in contact with the above three people as of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;October 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; - The &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2005_Bali_bombings"&gt;2005 Bali bombings&lt;/a&gt; kill 26 people and injure more than 100.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;November 22&lt;/span&gt; - Watched Sky High with Elvira (from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;SLC&lt;/span&gt;), it was that day she know that I was prone to sharp pinch. Wee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;Siong&lt;/span&gt; join us shortly afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;November 28 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;December 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Attended Outward Bound Singapore (OBS) camp, my last turning point in life. It was during this, I learn anger control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;December 5&lt;/span&gt; - I was elected to be the 27&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; President of the Public Address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;December 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; - Hosted a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;SLC&lt;/span&gt; group outing co-organise with Group A and D. I'm from Group C. Met Sin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;Yee&lt;/span&gt;, Audrey and Tricia and Benjamin through this gathering. It was held at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;Sentosa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Athena, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;Ning&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;Xin&lt;/span&gt;, Sin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;Yee&lt;/span&gt; and I, co-organise if I didn't recall wrongly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2006:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;January 3&lt;/span&gt; - Promoted to Secondary 3 NT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;January 3&lt;/span&gt; - I succeeded Justin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;Ong&lt;/span&gt;, becoming the 27&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; President of the Public Address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;January 14&lt;/span&gt; - Attended training programme for YEAH! Councillors. Met a few ore people there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;January 27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;Celebrations are held in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"&gt;Salzburg&lt;/span&gt; and around the world, for the 250&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; anniversary of the birth of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wolfgang_Amadeus_Mozart"&gt;Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;July 3&lt;/span&gt; - Sworn in for my second term as 27&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; President of the Public Address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;July 17&lt;/span&gt; - Appointed to be Executive Councillor for a period of a year. Initially Vice President, but turned down offer, due to found it is fun to be a Executive than a Vice President.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;August 3&lt;/span&gt; - Good friend pass on at the age of 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;August 16&lt;/span&gt; - Went Ubin with Doris as we miss OBS. Emmeline was unable to join us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;October - December&lt;/span&gt; - Attained Youth Excellence Award in the Heartlands! (YEAH!) Learner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;2007:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;January 3&lt;/span&gt; - Promoted to 4NT, the year of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77"&gt;GCE&lt;/span&gt; N level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;January 3&lt;/span&gt; - Vacant office as the President of the Public Address after serving for two terms. Succeeded by Anna &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78"&gt;Ng&lt;/span&gt;, first female elected President of the Public Address. Anna later ratified the two terms limit during her presidency, which eventually her successor is prohibited from serving more than two terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;January 3&lt;/span&gt; - Assume office as President Mentor of the Public Address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;August 10&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- The last time I stepped into cinema. Not until a year and half later. The movie was &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rush_Hour_3"&gt;Rush Hour 3&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;August 31&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- First Lady of Singapore, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_79"&gt;Urmila&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_80"&gt;Umi&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_81"&gt;Nandey&lt;/span&gt;, pay a visit to Boon Lay Secondary during Teachers' Day &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(will upload photo if I found it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Team up with incumbent President Anna &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_82"&gt;Ng&lt;/span&gt; and Vice President &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_83"&gt;Yih&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_84"&gt;Loong&lt;/span&gt; for the event under PA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;September 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; - Left office as President Mentor of the Public Address&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, also temporary left service as PA, but still a member of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_85"&gt;BLPA&lt;/span&gt; (Boon Lay Secondary Public Address), just that I'm barred from holding any office until N level is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;September 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; - Focus on GCE N Level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;October 25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; - World largest jumbojet, Airbus A380-800 enter passenger service with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Singapore_Airlines#A380"&gt;Singapore Airlines&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;November 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Return service for BLPA as the Advisor of the Public Address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;November 18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Brought a drumset for $900 and been playing since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;November 23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; - Graduation Night. The last night we are there as a class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;November 26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Grandma pass on at the age of 93.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Release of N level result. Did better than I expected. Was expecting 13 points, but I got 11 points instead, making me the top 10 students in class, well there's quite a number of top 10 students, we got more than 10 students eligible for top 10 though. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;2008:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;January 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Enter year 1 as ITE student majoring in Mechatronics at ITE Balestier (College West).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;March 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Grandfather pass on at the age of 97.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;March 24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neil_Aspinall#Personal_life_and_death"&gt;Neil Aspinall&lt;/a&gt;, British record producer and business executive, childhood friend of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paul_McCartney"&gt;Paul McCartney&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Harrison"&gt;George Harrison&lt;/a&gt;, head &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Beatles"&gt;The Beatles&lt;/a&gt;' company &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Apple_Corps"&gt;Apple Corps&lt;/a&gt;, died of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lung_cancer" title="Lung cancer"&gt;lung cancer&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_York_City" title="New York City"&gt;New York City&lt;/a&gt; in 2008 at the age of 66.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;May 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dmitry_Medvedev"&gt;Dmitry Medvedev&lt;/a&gt; takes office as &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/President_of_Russia"&gt;President of Russia&lt;/a&gt;, replacing &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vladimir_Putin"&gt;Vladimir Putin&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;May 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Over 69,000 are killed in central south-west China by the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2008_Sichuan_earthquake"&gt;Wenchuan quake&lt;/a&gt;, an earthquake measuring 7.9 Moment magnitude scale. The epicenter is 90 kilometers (55 miles) west-northwest of the provincial capital Chengdu, Sichuan province.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;June 27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; After three decades as the Chairman of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Microsoft"&gt;Microsoft Corporation&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bill_Gates"&gt;Bill Gates&lt;/a&gt; steps down from daily duties to concentrate on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bill_%26_Melinda_Gates_Foundation"&gt;philanthropy&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;June 30 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; July 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Participated in the Student Leadership Developement Programme - Blaze 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;August 16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Assume duty as bassist. Accquire myself a left handed (as I'm born lefty) &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/H%C3%B6fner"&gt;Hofner&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/H%C3%B6fner_500/1"&gt;500/1 Bass&lt;/a&gt;. One of the kind in Singapore. Also famously used by former Beatle bassist &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paul_McCartney"&gt;Paul McCartney&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/McCartney.jpg"&gt;See Image&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt; Got it for $1.3k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;September 15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lehman_Brothers"&gt;Lehman Brothers&lt;/a&gt; files for &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chapter_11"&gt;Chapter 11&lt;/a&gt; bankruptcy protection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;November 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_presidential_election,_2008"&gt;United States presidential election, 2008&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barack_Obama"&gt;Barack Obama&lt;/a&gt; is elected the 44th &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/President_of_the_United_States"&gt;President of the United States&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joe_Biden"&gt;Joe Biden&lt;/a&gt; is elected the 47th &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vice_President_of_the_United_States"&gt;Vice President&lt;/a&gt;. Barack Obama becomes the first African-American President-elect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;2009:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;January 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Enter year 2 and final year as ITE student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;January 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barack_Obama" title="Barack Obama"&gt;Barack Obama&lt;/a&gt; is &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inauguration_of_Barack_Obama" title="Inauguration of Barack Obama"&gt;inaugurated&lt;/a&gt; as the 44th, and first &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/African_American" title="African American"&gt;African American&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/President_of_the_United_States" title="President of the United States"&gt;President of the United States&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;January 25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Enter cinema after a year and half. Watched &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chandni_Chowk_to_China"&gt;Chandni Chowk to China&lt;/a&gt; with &lt;a href="http://lai-lies.blogspot.com/"&gt;JunJie&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somewhere around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Reconnected with Sin Yee. No doubt, one of the best day in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Brought myself a left handed acoustic for $400.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;March &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;July &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;August&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Met up with Kai Li, Ning Xin, &lt;a href="http://didyousaysomething-trix.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tricia&lt;/a&gt; and Sok Wai. I aknowledge Kai Li and Ning Xin as my elder sister though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;August 4&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/North_Korea" title="North Korea"&gt;North Korean&lt;/a&gt; leader &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kim_Jong-il" title="Kim Jong-il"&gt;Kim Jong-il&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pardon" title="Pardon"&gt;pardons&lt;/a&gt; two American journalists, who had been &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2009_imprisonment_of_American_journalists_by_North_Korea" title="2009 imprisonment of American journalists by North Korea"&gt;arrested and imprisoned&lt;/a&gt; for illegal entry earlier in the year, after former U.S. President &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bill_Clinton" title="Bill Clinton"&gt;Bill Clinton&lt;/a&gt; meets with Kim in North Korea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;August 18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Brought myself a electric guitar, a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Epiphone_Casino"&gt;Epiphone Casino&lt;/a&gt; for $1.2k after modification.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;September&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Heard from a friend that one of my primary school class parnter (Primary 4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, commit suicide around July, died at the age of 17 or 18 &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Source needed]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;September 30&lt;/span&gt; - A &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2009_Sumatra_earthquakes" title="2009 Sumatra earthquakes"&gt;7.6-magnitude earthquake&lt;/a&gt; strikes just off the coast of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sumatra" title="Sumatra"&gt;Sumatra&lt;/a&gt;, killing around 1,000 in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Indonesia" title="Indonesia"&gt;Indonesia&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;October 30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Awarded certification of apperication for being Class Representative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;November 22 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Watch &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2012_%28film%29"&gt;2012&lt;/a&gt;. I find it not bad, but I wonder why so many people dislike the movie? Well least give credits for the graphics. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;December 21 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Pass my driving Class 3 (manual) on my first try, with 12 points. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;December 25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; - Wished all my friends a Merry Chirstmas and a Happy Birthday (word play, replacing New Year with Birthday), is consider one of the worst wordplay I ever did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;December 31 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sin Yee back from the States. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hours before New Year, I finally finish conquring all the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Expressways_of_Singapore"&gt;expressways in Singapore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;2010:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;January 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Just reach home after conquring. Graduate from ITE with GPA of 2.5. Plans for NS, which subsequently follow by going to music school. Mass SMS everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;January 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Start of rework of all my existing song-writing, compile them into a demo album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Finally, I reach 2010. That should be all I suppose, although there's more, but those are more or less trivia. 10 good golden years, still counting. Till then, I wish you a Happy belated New Year, may god bless you, your family and your loves one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2009#cite_note-69"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-628816309506208653?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/628816309506208653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=628816309506208653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/628816309506208653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/628816309506208653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-2010.html' title='Hello 2010'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-7454693018428329076</id><published>2009-12-22T08:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T08:12:09.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day has finally come</title><content type='html'>After so many months of lesson and practicing, I have finally have achieve something that which will last me a lifetime. A driving licence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pass on first try yesterday, with 12 points = 6 minor mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a P-plate on your family vehicle may not look nice, but it will always look awesome for those who just graduate, like me. Looking into P-plate is as good as looking at yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my P-plate yesterday and my mom allow me to drive home (after much persuade and reasoning), from the driving center at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ang&lt;/span&gt; Mo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kio&lt;/span&gt; (Singapore Safety Driving Center - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SSDC&lt;/span&gt;) all the way back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jurong&lt;/span&gt;. For once, I hit the highway. Is always my dream to drive on Singapore's Highway. The feeling was so indescribable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is like a sense of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;achievement&lt;/span&gt;. Thank heaven I didn't waste those time and money on nothing, thank god I didn't failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank those who gave me their blessing before the test. As we all know that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;SSDC&lt;/span&gt; got the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;strictest&lt;/span&gt; tester in Singapore, also having the lowest passing rate. If I didn't remember wrongly, there were 7 people who took the session four test, and only 3 (including myself) passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also thank those who congulate me after I pass my driving. Well, least now I got one thing lesser to worry about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-7454693018428329076?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/7454693018428329076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=7454693018428329076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/7454693018428329076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/7454693018428329076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-has-finally-come.html' title='The day has finally come'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-6897088107811372944</id><published>2009-12-07T02:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T02:23:12.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For you</title><content type='html'>Emerald and Pei Jun, this's for you! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I had already posted on Facebook. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/PresidentialTransitionProjectresize.jpg" style="width: 412px; height: 96px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view image &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/PresidentialTransitionProjectresize.jpg"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-6897088107811372944?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/6897088107811372944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=6897088107811372944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/6897088107811372944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/6897088107811372944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2009/12/for-you.html' title='For you'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-2248505648261057183</id><published>2009-11-30T18:40:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T21:47:13.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A cute little red spot.</title><content type='html'>A 'red spot', appear more than two weeks ago. Back then, it was just a small harmless red spot. I didn't care much, couple of days later, two to three more surface, I ask my parents what are those, they merely reply, skin dirty, clean myself more often will do. So I heed their advice, a couple of days later, again. More spots start to surface. this time is just on my right hand, the left hand only have a few spots not more than five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to pay a visit to the doctor. Doctor told me skin sensitive, clean myself more often and eat those medicines will do. I paid $32 back then. That was thirteen days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirteen days later, which is today, I finish the medicines with is like a week ago. More spots appear. This time is like the scene in 2012. The land crack a bit, and a bit, and suddenly the whole land tears apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only now, not only both of my hands are filled with red spots. My whole body is filled with red spot. The second worst part of red spots you can find is on my right foot and left thigh, both are equally filled with such madness red spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those spots just basically appear and stay there. As if they brought the piece of 'land' (skin) or claiming is 'landed/private property'. They just basically appear almost everywhere, all the way up to my neck. The front of my body is no so severely affected, my right hand, back of my body, right foot and left thigh is severely affect, they are filled with immense red spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is that, they are not itchy nor painful. And they are unlikely chicken pox, because no pure natural human made water are filled in it. Those existing red spot just literally dried up and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to see a doctor again today, a different one. Bloody hell they gave me the same answer. Which is skin sensitive. Again I was given a medicine and a cream, coincidentally one of the medicine they gave is the same as the one my family doctor had prescript thirteen days ago. This time I paid $25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a small world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-2248505648261057183?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/2248505648261057183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=2248505648261057183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/2248505648261057183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/2248505648261057183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2009/11/cute-little-red-spot.html' title='A cute little red spot.'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-7505764227396477017</id><published>2009-11-26T16:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T16:29:12.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmmm</title><content type='html'>I wrote something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like still like &lt;a href="http://kickedoff.wordpress.com/2007/05/19/sweet-sixteen-huh/"&gt;Emmeline's post despite it was posted two years ago&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-7505764227396477017?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/7505764227396477017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=7505764227396477017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/7505764227396477017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/7505764227396477017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2009/11/hmmmmm.html' title='Hmmmmm'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-8291309240907312007</id><published>2009-11-18T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T21:32:35.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A quick short post.</title><content type='html'>Didn't know the song Zombie (by The Cranberries) is soooo easy, four roating chords, Em, C, G and D. Coool! Anyhow, just went to see a doctor just now and I confirm my worst fear. Well, gotta spend my time well! I ought to write a couple of more songs before start to record. Man, I'm hell behind schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna bring all my guitars to camp. If not, I might not be able to complete my song writing in time. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still. Is fun! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-8291309240907312007?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/8291309240907312007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=8291309240907312007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/8291309240907312007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/8291309240907312007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2009/11/quick-short-post.html' title='A quick short post.'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-6486723836951337225</id><published>2009-11-17T14:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:21:54.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come back</title><content type='html'>Didn't expect to re-start blogging though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, everything remains quite as it is. I retain the blog skin and the link. For two reason, Shi Ling helped me search for a blog skin a couple of years back despite my causal remark. Kinda touched by her action, and I retain the link is because for easy access.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm back, but not literally, I'm just bored, well somehow, but not anymore soon! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I decided to start blogging again, because I want to. Well. Not exactly, being persuded by some friends to keep this blog open.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-6486723836951337225?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/6486723836951337225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=6486723836951337225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/6486723836951337225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/6486723836951337225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2009/11/come-back.html' title='Come back'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-7483100412862044441</id><published>2009-10-12T22:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T22:43:11.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just recall,</title><content type='html'>I need to go to bed, goodnight. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-7483100412862044441?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/7483100412862044441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=7483100412862044441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/7483100412862044441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/7483100412862044441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-just-recall.html' title='I just recall,'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-7586248127769168123</id><published>2009-10-09T23:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T23:31:29.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All good things...</title><content type='html'>Benjamin show me this song when one of my second friend pass on. I find this very meaningful. The last time I listen to this song is probably when I was in Secondary 3. Is a good time to dig this song up again. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IVI3V0nYlcs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;hd=1"&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/IVI3V0nYlcs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely, just way too lovely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-7586248127769168123?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/7586248127769168123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=7586248127769168123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/7586248127769168123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/7586248127769168123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-good-things.html' title='All good things...'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-6670478321977764496</id><published>2009-10-05T23:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T23:28:17.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting</title><content type='html'>Say I'm lazy to blog. I would prefer to upload a video! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This should keep you people entertain, well for those song lover!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RoRbIkew1Ck&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&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/RoRbIkew1Ck&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-6670478321977764496?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/6670478321977764496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=6670478321977764496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/6670478321977764496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/6670478321977764496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2009/10/interesting.html' title='Interesting'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-8040665097915440974</id><published>2009-09-30T17:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T17:43:48.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little updates</title><content type='html'>Went to primary school class reunion dinner, and apparently, during the dinner, I found out that one of my primary school mate had pass on. Just to think of it, she once used to be my class partner, sitting beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, life still moves on. I was a little shock though. :\&lt;br /&gt;But I'm okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently rework on one of my written song, to make it much simple, but is about to come to an end soon. Just filling of words. Got to hand in the demo soon, I'm like one month behind schedule, but with valid reason though. I got to be quick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life couldn't be worst isn't? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;The Beatles - And Your Bird Can Sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-8040665097915440974?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/8040665097915440974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=8040665097915440974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/8040665097915440974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/8040665097915440974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-updates.html' title='A little updates'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-1843384458288915048</id><published>2009-09-27T14:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T16:07:41.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will</title><content type='html'>Die one of these days man. Everything is haywire. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy now. Kthxbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to this. Although is funny, but is meaningful. I don't know why. To me when I watch it, I find it more emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q_MmkjIhmZQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&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/q_MmkjIhmZQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-1843384458288915048?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/1843384458288915048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=1843384458288915048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/1843384458288915048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/1843384458288915048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-will.html' title='I will'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-4831059552493680166</id><published>2009-09-26T22:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T22:47:15.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for a little update.</title><content type='html'>Driving wasn't bad, already cleared more than halfway through, like within four days. The best damn thing is I get a chance to horn at L plate driver, despite being a L plate driver myself. I find it pretty hilarious during the horn process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 minutes&lt;/span&gt; before horn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Feng&lt;/span&gt; Soon horned a taxi that cut into his lane suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 minutes&lt;/span&gt; before horn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Feng&lt;/span&gt; Soon again horn a pedestrian  for crossing the road suddenly, moreover the pedestrian  the ain't using the designated pedestrian crossing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 minutes&lt;/span&gt; before horn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Feng&lt;/span&gt; Soon asked his instructor, the following text is extracted as closed as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Feng&lt;/span&gt; Soon&lt;/span&gt;: Sir, don't mind me asking, but have you ever seen a L plate driver horn another L plate driver?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Instructor&lt;/span&gt;: Nope, probably it happened before, but not in my case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Feng&lt;/span&gt; Soon&lt;/span&gt;: Ah I see. Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30 seconds&lt;/span&gt; before horn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Feng&lt;/span&gt; Soon notice another L plate driver nearby, Car 10, is changing from minor to major road. Car 10 driver is a lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 seconds&lt;/span&gt; before horn.&lt;br /&gt;She checked her left traffic and her right blind spot but failed to notice nearby Car 8 (me) coming into her direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 seconds&lt;/span&gt; before horn.&lt;br /&gt;Car 10 drove out, and Car 8 had already prepared his left hand on the horn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;0 seconds&lt;/span&gt; before horn.&lt;br /&gt;Car 10 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cutted&lt;/span&gt; into Car 8 lane and Car 8 decided to horn.&lt;br /&gt;*BEEP!*&lt;br /&gt;Instructor: HAHAHA! Yeah! Correct! That's was correct! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 seconds&lt;/span&gt; after horn.&lt;br /&gt;The following transcript is between &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Feng&lt;/span&gt; Soon and his instructor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Feng&lt;/span&gt; Soon&lt;/span&gt;: Sir, there you go. Now you seen a L-plate driver horn another L-plate driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Instructor&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Feng&lt;/span&gt; Soon&lt;/span&gt;: There you go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: I was being safety &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hor&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning to drive not only teaches you to drive, but also teaches you to horn at the right time. Therefore please do not take horn is something very aggressive. Is pretty interesting and fun though. Horn is something that let other driver know your presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, parents went out for a walk, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;decline&lt;/span&gt; to join them. 26 years since they weld together. Loving. I wonder how they do so. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to ask one of them these days! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Beatles - Back In The U.S.S.R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-4831059552493680166?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/4831059552493680166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=4831059552493680166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/4831059552493680166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/4831059552493680166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2009/09/time-for-little-update.html' title='Time for a little update.'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-142511554235972126</id><published>2009-09-24T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T21:06:40.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have no time...</title><content type='html'>... to update. I'll try to one shot update everything, if possible and likely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, thank you, goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-142511554235972126?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/142511554235972126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=142511554235972126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/142511554235972126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/142511554235972126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-have-no-time.html' title='I have no time...'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-3831696924771090446</id><published>2009-09-21T00:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T00:37:54.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF6332.jpg" style="width: 336px; height: 214px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view image &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF6332.jpg"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotten my Provisional Driving Licence (&lt;em&gt;PDL&lt;/em&gt;) a couple of days back! I can't wait for my first lesson which is to commance on the September 22nd, 09. I have three lesson that day, so yep. Haha! I got ten lesson next week. So ya, chiong all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how long I can hide from reality, posing a all these shits. People who know me best (two are dead so left five), should know what am I refering about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this rate, I will flar up any sooner or later to anyone, and make their life a nightmare, dreadful or least HELL! *grin* I'm not joking. :D&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to make it sound happier. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Beatles - A Day in the Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-3831696924771090446?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/3831696924771090446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=3831696924771090446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/3831696924771090446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/3831696924771090446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-know.html' title='I don&apos;t know'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-4646855467771806594</id><published>2009-09-18T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T12:14:51.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgotten and move on.</title><content type='html'>I bet no one will read this anyway, so ya, type me feeling out! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past of couple days have fine, not too bad I have admit. Been playing &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mahjong"&gt;Mahjong&lt;/a&gt; for three days straight, but I never gamble, but I calculated if I had gamble, I would have won near to $550! Well, least the point is to get my mind of some couple of stuff. But I had forgotten and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, comparing back then when I was young, now I have no one to talk to. I can express myself on a piece of paper and a couple of chords. No one is able to be there to hear me whine nor cheer me up. Perhaps song-writing is my next best friend. Which eventually I did manage to write out a song, before I really move on. Is like a quarter complete, cos I just got the inspiration while chewing on some sugar, waiting for my friend to finish his turn (cos I'm taking over his seat for Mahjong).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another words, you are one damn lucky lady, better treasure people around you, who had been there for you. But nevertheless, letting things out is better than keeping to own self, which I'm doing right now (keeping to own self). Perhaps &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm invisible in the &lt;/span&gt;past, but past is the past. Forward moving, looking forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do get by with a little help from my friends, but I have none to turn into. They don't understand what situation I'm in now. Well fake face always works best for me! HEEEE! XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is so horrible that I nearly freeze to death under the sun. Hmmm, how interesting~.&lt;br /&gt;The Beatles (George Harrison) - Here Comes the Sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-4646855467771806594?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/4646855467771806594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=4646855467771806594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/4646855467771806594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/4646855467771806594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2009/09/forgotten-and-move-on.html' title='Forgotten and move on.'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-5162708063421664904</id><published>2009-09-16T23:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T23:28:50.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nowhere Man</title><content type='html'>This song proves it what I'm feeling now. For once I'm suppose I'm lost, but I should able to find my way out soon. But anyway enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/prTdfUx8spA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/prTdfUx8spA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the best be shower upon you! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall move on, but I hope and wish and pray is a temporary one! (:&lt;br /&gt;Sorry and pardon me if I ever had misunderstood you. I never assume you, perhaps a couple of times. If you ever understand why I have done that.&lt;br /&gt;You're one nice person who deserve the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I'll face my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;karma&lt;/span&gt; soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I still treated you as my friend. So ya. Perhaps keeping a distance for awhile may &lt;/span&gt;solve&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; the current crazy conflict.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Beatles - Nowhere Man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-5162708063421664904?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/5162708063421664904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=5162708063421664904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/5162708063421664904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/5162708063421664904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2009/09/nowhere-man.html' title='Nowhere Man'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-6473587365334308598</id><published>2009-09-15T21:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T21:55:15.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A long update (hopefully)</title><content type='html'>Hey guys! If you're reading this (which I think no one reads it anyway), please do pardon me for not updating for quite awhile. Sometime, someday I feel like closing down blog and no longer update this personal space. But anyway, that's not the objective of my updating today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past week have been great! I had chalet with a few of my friends we didn't met for quite awhile, and I have to admit that the feeling was immense to the extend that I'm having withdrawal symptoms. LOL! But I'm getting fine with it. The chalet was held at Aloha Loyang, for once, this is my first time I stepped into Loyang, and it was awesome. The chalet itself pose a very warm feeling, like you're in a family with your friends, each of one have a role and responsibility. I love the enviroment, peaceful, not much people and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were to ask me, the chalet program itself is very typical, but the main point is the people there. The second day was a little boring, but I pulled it through! My usual wits never failed to entertain myself (lol -.-) and people who are around me, till the main event, which is the BBQ. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day, well, hours before we check-out, Yen Ching was nice enough to lend me her lap for me to lie on, knowing that I'm very shag, plus lack of bed. But she suffered by sitting in some crazy position to make me feel comfortable, well not really crazy. Heh! Thanks Yen Ching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon check out, I took a last look at the chalet, before closing the door in a funny manner which everyone expected. I slammed the door hard. AHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we go, I suggested taking the television remote controller as a memento. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall ask De Sheng (the host) to send me the photos as soon as possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall update more soon! Do pardon me this is a very rough post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: I wonder why can't I form a band like The Beatles. Their life was so way awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Beatles - From Me To You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-6473587365334308598?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/6473587365334308598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=6473587365334308598' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/6473587365334308598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/6473587365334308598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2009/09/long-update-hopefully.html' title='A long update (hopefully)'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-4048553387447964488</id><published>2009-09-02T18:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T18:09:55.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm soo gonna learn,</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sr64NI33qUo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&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/Sr64NI33qUo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This piano piece, is awesome and I'm sooo gonna figure it out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to sleep now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-4048553387447964488?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/4048553387447964488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=4048553387447964488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/4048553387447964488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/4048553387447964488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-soo-gonna-learn.html' title='I&apos;m soo gonna learn,'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-6770946455171451191</id><published>2009-08-23T10:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T10:50:59.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I shall blog soon</title><content type='html'>But due to lack of photos, I shall blog those need no peektures! XD&lt;br /&gt;I shall refrain from using to much Singlish or bad English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just recently, I had a meal with my classmate at Mac, and sitting next table to us was a old aunty. Likely cleaning service (because of her uniform). Which promote me the thought, why we are still sitting here enjoying Mac, where by the aunty next to us have to work like four hours to enjoy such meal, moreover during Mac Value Lunch hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which link me to this thought, everyday our parents are working bloody hard to get us happy, by getting the things that you hardly need in your life, but are we really contented? Well if you asked me honestly, I was once never but for now, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself this question, when is the last time your parents had Mac, KFC, or Pizza? Usually I see my parents having hawker meals instead of fast food restaurant. Think of it, we kid or teenagers are pretty lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't deny I'm not lucky, I'm lucky! My dad got me a new electric guitar, and my dad supported me in driving, promoting me to get a driving license. Ain't I'm some lucky bastard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all actually very lucky, is just that we didn't notice, parents giving you almost everything, no one else can ever replace them! Really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at yourself as a third person, you'll understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, parents and child stuff aside. Now, yesterday recording.&lt;br /&gt;It turns out we need to be focus more, and be more prepared, Rahiman and I was recording a couple of songs (including our original), but apparently, we decided that we need more practices. We are nearly there, but not there yet. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can be done! We are cutting demo tapes to hand in! (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm asian!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Beatles - You Won't See Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-6770946455171451191?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/6770946455171451191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=6770946455171451191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/6770946455171451191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/6770946455171451191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-shall-blog-soon.html' title='I shall blog soon'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-4285345486612520461</id><published>2009-08-10T03:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T03:54:53.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Goodbye</title><content type='html'>Time flies don't they? One moment you're here and the next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;monent&lt;/span&gt; its gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How interesting life can be. If you were to ask me, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things happen this couple of weeks. My bass guitar is its final stage of restoration, and soon its going to be a year of me possessing the most expensive guitar under my guitars &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;catalogue&lt;/span&gt;. I love my bass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's see what has happen for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 6, Finally finish and completed working on my 12v battery tester, which is bloody annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 7, Went back to secondary school to collect 'Friends of Boon Lay' award, subsequently met up with Juniors, had Sushi with them, thanks to Mr. Sim treats. Can never thank him enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 8, Stayed at home doing nothing much, slept &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; out the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 9, Went out with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dwee&lt;/span&gt; to catch up a little in town, subsequently met up with ex-school mate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Safwan&lt;/span&gt; for a midnight supper and annoy him at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 10, Currently right now updating this dead space of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seeing things coming to me as expected. Damn, I didn't know that my this week schedule is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; damn packed. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bleh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya! Not forgetting I went to places I had memories left with. It reminds me of those past, regardless with friends or family, friends or family members who had left (this world or country). (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where I can't find my brave face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paul McCartney - This One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-4285345486612520461?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/4285345486612520461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=4285345486612520461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/4285345486612520461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/4285345486612520461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-goodbye.html' title='Hello Goodbye'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-1219510163097471377</id><published>2009-07-30T11:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T11:51:51.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of my another meaningless crap video. :/</title><content type='html'>Just came across something on my youtube channel. Something I have uploaded a couple of years back, well, coming to two years actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jFJS0Jbp5EQ&amp;hl=en&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/jFJS0Jbp5EQ&amp;hl=en&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video, took me less than half and hour to make it. Is simple, but the message is direct and is pretty meaningful. Those were the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to miss my Secondary school life again. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Those ponten days, those skipping lesson days, from nobody to a somebody. No one will expect me to become a hardcore musician upon graduation. Well, not modernly, but rock and roll. &lt;br /&gt;Is indeed remarkable, that Secondary school is a place that change one life, if you're willing to learn from your mistake. Take me for example, being the first NT student (Normal Technical stream) who manage to achieve the position as 27th President of the P.A. and 2nd Executive Councillor from NT (well initially I was given the position as Vice President, but I turned down).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is indeed remarkable. Although my life is not that remarkable, but is still remarkabl, I miss those ass days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-1219510163097471377?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/1219510163097471377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=1219510163097471377' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/1219510163097471377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/1219510163097471377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-of-my-another-meaningless-crap.html' title='One of my another meaningless crap video. :/'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-4627986415551565886</id><published>2009-07-27T19:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T23:22:44.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting cigarettes initials.</title><content type='html'>My friend send me this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SMS&lt;/span&gt; a couple of hours ago. Is about cigarettes initials, it got me laughing although I have heard of it few times, but some are actually pretty new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disclaimer!&lt;/span&gt; It maybe a little offensive to some. People who are easily being offended please don't continue on reading, thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SALEM&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;uck&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ick&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;very&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;oment&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;aturday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;ll &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;adies&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;arn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;oney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MARLBORO&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lways&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;espect&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;adies&lt;/span&gt; Because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;f &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;omance&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;nly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WINSTON&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;e &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ndians&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;ever &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;alute&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ther&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got me laughing for a while though. The last one is a little racist, but guess what, it was my Indian friend who sent me this! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;AHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this kinda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;SMS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In my life, I love them all&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-4627986415551565886?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/4627986415551565886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=4627986415551565886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/4627986415551565886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/4627986415551565886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2009/07/interested-cigarettes-initials.html' title='Interesting cigarettes initials.'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-5068019566434248445</id><published>2009-07-21T19:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T23:27:26.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TWO WORLDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vocals:&lt;/span&gt; Phil Collins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put your faith in what you most believe in&lt;br /&gt;Two worlds, one family&lt;br /&gt;Trust your heart&lt;br /&gt;Let fate decide&lt;br /&gt;To guide these lives we see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A paradise untouched by man&lt;br /&gt;Within this world blessed with love&lt;br /&gt;A simple life, they live in peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Softly tread the sand below your feet now&lt;br /&gt;Two worlds, one family&lt;br /&gt;Trust your heart&lt;br /&gt;Let fate decide&lt;br /&gt;To guide these lives we see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the shelter of the trees&lt;br /&gt;Only love can enter here&lt;br /&gt;A simple life, they live in peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raise your head up&lt;br /&gt;Lift high the load&lt;br /&gt;Take strength from those that need you&lt;br /&gt;Build high the walls&lt;br /&gt;Build strong the beams&lt;br /&gt;A new life is waiting&lt;br /&gt;But danger's no stranger here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No words describe a mother's tears&lt;br /&gt;No words can heal a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;A dream is gone, but where there's hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere something is calling for you&lt;br /&gt;Two worlds, one family&lt;br /&gt;Trust your heart&lt;br /&gt;Let fate decide&lt;br /&gt;To guide these lives we se&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-5068019566434248445?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/5068019566434248445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=5068019566434248445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/5068019566434248445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/5068019566434248445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2009/07/two-worlds.html' title='TWO WORLDS'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-1294167285960011207</id><published>2009-07-21T01:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T01:49:58.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The drawing post.</title><content type='html'>Tell me which one is nicer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/Aithengdrawing.jpg" style="width: 292px; height: 171px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view image &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/Aithengdrawing.jpg"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai Theng's drawing on four stick man/human;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/19072009272.jpg" style="width: 292px; height: 214px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view image &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/19072009272.jpg"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cute turtle? (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have to admit, both are nice. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-1294167285960011207?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/1294167285960011207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=1294167285960011207' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/1294167285960011207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/1294167285960011207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2009/07/drawing-post.html' title='The drawing post.'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-4246210239085969154</id><published>2009-07-19T20:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T20:45:52.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha!</title><content type='html'>Mr. Sim's form class ladies isn't bad at all. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-4246210239085969154?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/4246210239085969154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=4246210239085969154' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/4246210239085969154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/4246210239085969154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2009/07/ha.html' title='Ha!'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-6909172766064365515</id><published>2009-07-18T18:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T01:14:30.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This maybe seens as negative post, I suppose?</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure how should I start off with this actually. Hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know actually. I got this friend, let's call him Thomas, he's my secondary school mate, and my ex-colleague. I was sort of his guidance. He is not from a well off family, but you can say I'm slightly well off or rather better than him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this period together in the same class and industry, I kept criticizing him. Not directly, but in a very nicest way. But still it made me guilty. Maybe my ego is big, but I know by saying all those could have hurt his pride, and make him feel worthless. He face the same pressure as me. Probably I have pressure him slightly more. But I hope that he understand all these is for his own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But come to think of it. We have almost the same ambitious. He wanted to be the best IT technician, while I always wanted to be a musician. But come to look and think of it, I'm like sort of taking my life for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas is trying all means to gun down his dream, because he's not from a well off family, money was problem for him. While parents are very against of him doing it. While I'm from slightly above average family, with most of the state of the art technology in my room, and tons of connection to achieve my dream, but apparently, I'm not putting much action in order to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I feel sucky of myself. The only thing is that my mother is very against of me being a musician, while my dad is pretty okay, because he and granddad was once a musician. Granddad plays piano while dad plays guitar. They tried to be successful in their era but didn't manage to succeed, but now they want me to succeed, but I'm not putting hard work into action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas wanted to have his own driving licence, same applies to me, but I failed twice, but to Thomas, he can't afford to failed as many times as me. But yet he's a happy go lucky guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't see that I'm in the position to criticize him, but yet I still did. Which come to think of it, I'm pretty guilty. Think of it, I'm pretty ahead among all my peers. I mean, who am I to do so? I'm not their parents. I ain't in any position to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then, I come to think about it, I will just take my guitar and hug it and sat alone staring into spaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which come to think about it, with me continue my blunt way of taking, I'll be starting to lose friend faster than making friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to start working my dream towards being a musician. I can't stall any longer. While at the same time, I think the best thing to do right now for me as a friend is to help Thomas. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Enning is right, maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I don't know, I'm not sure is it whether I'm thinking too much, every now and then, I felt like I can just collaspe. My mind nearly went blank yesterday morning while walking to the bus station waiting to go home. Maybe is my lifestyle. No worries, I won't collaspe so easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You know I believe in how.&lt;br /&gt;The Beatles (George Harrison) - Something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-6909172766064365515?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/6909172766064365515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=6909172766064365515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/6909172766064365515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/6909172766064365515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-maybe-seens-as-negative-post-i.html' title='This maybe seens as negative post, I suppose?'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-1107185832319835286</id><published>2009-07-16T21:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T11:58:45.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is been so long time</title><content type='html'>And I didn't know that I have not been blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, life is still almost the same since I last blogged. The only difference is that I stopped working, and I'm loving Grand Theft Auto (GTA) IV, and L4D (Left 4 Dead).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm not gonna talk much about what actually happen for the past one month. Is hell long, nobody gonna read it anyway. I mean, is like duplicating stories. HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the awesome song I came across, kinda like it. Not because Paul McCartney or Michael Jackson is in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5gWvBXS2t4A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5gWvBXS2t4A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So, come on back and see just what you mean to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. I need y&lt;/span&gt;ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All my Trials - Paul McCartney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-1107185832319835286?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/1107185832319835286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=1107185832319835286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/1107185832319835286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/1107185832319835286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2009/07/is-been-so-long-time.html' title='Is been so long time'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-7177947693265668063</id><published>2009-06-02T03:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T04:00:19.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need you..</title><content type='html'>You don't realize how much I need you, love you all the time  &lt;br /&gt;And never leave you.  &lt;br /&gt;Please come on back to me. &lt;br /&gt;I'm lonely as can be. I need you.  &lt;br /&gt;Said you had a thing or two to tell me. &lt;br /&gt;How was I to know  You would upset me?  &lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize as I looked in your eyes  &lt;br /&gt;You told me, oh yes, you told me, you don't want my lovin' anymore.  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;That's when it hurt me and feeling like this I just can't go on anymore. &lt;br /&gt;Please remember how I feel about you, I could never really live without you,  &lt;br /&gt;So, come on back and see just what you mean to me. I need you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-7177947693265668063?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/7177947693265668063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=7177947693265668063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/7177947693265668063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/7177947693265668063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-need-you.html' title='I need you..'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-1247741154640674901</id><published>2009-05-30T00:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:51:14.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little update</title><content type='html'>Is been quite sometime I last update this dead space of mine. HAAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things had been not too bad I have to admit. Although sometime things don't go by my way but still it can be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is getting better all the time. How do, or should I say, what do I mean by that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday we wake up from our comfy bed, tell yourself this, is a brand new day, and I'm so gonna make full use of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make it simple. Everyday you're given a piece of blank paper, is how you going to draw your life for that particular day yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just so love and hate my life at the same time. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-1247741154640674901?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/1247741154640674901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=1247741154640674901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/1247741154640674901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/1247741154640674901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-update.html' title='A little update'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-2908147262388673569</id><published>2009-04-12T02:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T03:07:33.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is going to two months</title><content type='html'>And I notice I have been not updating this space for quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I achieve so far? Pretty much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Caught up with a few friends, mainly secondary schoolmates (March 09);&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learnt a lot of values from VE (March 09 - Present);&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Met more new people on the streets (Feb 09 - Present);&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Completed my exam (March 09);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gotten myself a new acoustic guitar (mid March 09);&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Waiting for Final Year Project (FYP);&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got selected for being the Emcee for International Student Seminar (but thinking of withdrawing myself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Things seems pretty much well for me. Just that I don't have the time management. Pardon me, but guys, I'll try to find a day to meet up with you guys! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I shall go back into where I suppose to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch you guys later. xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories are some awesome shits!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-2908147262388673569?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/2908147262388673569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=2908147262388673569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/2908147262388673569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/2908147262388673569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2009/04/is-going-to-two-months.html' title='Is going to two months'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-3825216713701290606</id><published>2009-02-16T02:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T02:51:15.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I saw,</title><content type='html'>Tricia blogged, so I might as well, somehow follow the suit, since I was somehow born to be a follower and sometime a leader. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Tricia, asked me to join VE, which I did eventually, but to my surprise that Kristine is also in VE, but we are in different associate. But oh well. AHAHAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To, Tricia and Mr. Eric, this post, sort of dedicate to you peeps and various people around VE, that I have known for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tricia&lt;/span&gt;, thanks for not giving up in asking me to join VE despite your continuous requests, which I eventually accept. I regretted for not joining VE earlier, kinda sad, but still, there's time for me, hopefully. I appreciated the chance you gave me to join VE. Together, for Mr. Eric and DHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. Eric&lt;/span&gt;, thanks for guiding me for the past few days about VE, taking your time and patient and every single thing, I do enjoy hanging out with you people. Getting to know more about VE history and ways to success. Is really awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rest of the VE peeps and seniors&lt;/span&gt;, thanks for guiding and giving you people inputs whenever you can, such as advise, and etc. Pardon me if I did snub anyone of you, but I didn't meant to, but please do give me sometime to recall the names, please? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, the number of thanks can never be enough, I mean, VE do really has some AWESOME PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm soo looking forward to working again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never feel so great when working. Or should I say, I had never felt so happy working!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Tricia, Mr. Eric, VE peeps and seniors. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Long and Winding Road...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-3825216713701290606?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/3825216713701290606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=3825216713701290606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/3825216713701290606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/3825216713701290606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-saw.html' title='I saw,'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-7609406354041931948</id><published>2009-02-03T16:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T16:50:45.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is been quite a while.</title><content type='html'>Indeed, is been quite a while I last update. Heh. Due to my crazy busy schedule, I hardly had time for myself to relax. Needless to say, time to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, first and foremost, I would like to wish my dad (old man), happy 55th birthday! Time for you to withdraw all your CPF (Central Provident Fund) fund and let me spend big time! WAHAHHA! I know, I'm such a awesome son. :D If you ever sees this. AHAHA! But is your money anwyay, I shall not touch it, unless necessary. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I figure I would die anytime soon, without knowing it, perhaps drug overdose (due to having too much intakes painkillers), or a sudden increase of white blood cells in my body than red blood cells (due to having too intakes of panadol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because recently, there's a sudden sharp pain, every now and then in my jaws and sometime gum. So in order to make myself comfortable, the only way is to take painkillers provided by doctors and panadol if I didn't bring my painkillers to school or out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I had went for check ups, even to the doctors who put my braces on, they said they can't find anything wrong with my jaw/gum. If you people intend to say that I have not sleep enough or had not lead a healthy lifestyle, please bother to tell me that. I tried that, and its only get the condition worst. I slept enough, ate those healthy food (economic rice) and took Milo instead coke whenever I had lunch or break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, the pain persist. I wonder how do I make it go away. I don't smoke, so I doubt that is the cause. So, hmmm, anyone has any idea why? Sometime the pain is so unbearable that I feel like killing myself, but now I had it under control, somehow, I think? AHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I didn't know my mother know how to make Chocolate Fondue, I only found out, after we had dessert during my dad's birthday, which the dessert is Fondue. Haha! Who wanna have Fondue, may wish to come over my house, but please book a appointment or something. AHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I hope this is post is long enough to keep you people entertain. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, here's a little photo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/IMG_0337.jpg" style="width: 292px; height: 214px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view image &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/IMG_0337.jpg"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad's birthday, Chocolate Fondue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'If you knew, Peggy Sue, then you know why I feel blue. Without Peggy, my Peggy Sue.~'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Beatles - Good Day Sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-7609406354041931948?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/7609406354041931948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=7609406354041931948' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/7609406354041931948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/7609406354041931948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2009/02/is-been-quite-while.html' title='Is been quite a while.'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-6286587450732637391</id><published>2009-01-23T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T21:48:38.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still alive.</title><content type='html'>Well, yes I am still alive, just can't find any time to do some/proper blogging. My schedule is so damn pack that I hardly find anytime for my ownself. Needless to say entertainment. I know I've no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I'm alive, not dead yet. Just too damn busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then! And Happy Chinese New Year to all my fellow Chinese friends in advance!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-6286587450732637391?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/6286587450732637391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=6286587450732637391' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/6286587450732637391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/6286587450732637391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-still-alive.html' title='I&apos;m still alive.'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-7134936101009035184</id><published>2009-01-12T20:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T20:35:08.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who will really read this and care about it anyway?</title><content type='html'>This is what I wrote in respond to Cassandra's MSN personal message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On a rainy day&lt;/span&gt;, alone walking down along the streets, with children splashing on puddles they can find, and their parent's one side watching for their safety. Thinking, how awesome if I was a child again. It makes me wonder, if am I actually all alone, facing this eerie loneliness. Does really no want wants me or I'm left alone in this world, because am I that incapable and or such? Everything flashing through my mind seems like lighting. Oh god, how I wish, there's someone accompanying me through all these, or least knowing how I felt. Like can someone send me a sign or a hint?&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With edited from the first version of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, perhaps that's what I'm facing now, I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life would be so much better if I had the following,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A personal recording studio, with necessary instruments;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A demo tape of my original materials;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A band (not compulsory);&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In NAFA (Nayang Academy of Fine Arts) instead of ITE (Institute of Technical Education) (but decided to go for NAFA after ITE, if I'm eligible enough);&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A record producer like George Martin;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A driving licence;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A reasonable pay job;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Start my own personal music publishing company (to publish my own material).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that would be enough for the time being, my life will be more or less perfect with if I have those stuff in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not now, but maybe in near future. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, who will really read this and care about it anyway? Doubt I can even get into NAFA after ITE, with my current qualification, is a big no way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh well. I guess, end of the day, I'm still alone. All by myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-7134936101009035184?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/7134936101009035184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=7134936101009035184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/7134936101009035184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/7134936101009035184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2009/01/who-will-really-read-this-and-care.html' title='Who will really read this and care about it anyway?'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-8710355084713709630</id><published>2009-01-10T22:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T13:45:13.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emmeline asked me to update.</title><content type='html'>I've promised Emmeline that I will update my blog, and I shall update, despite I'm very sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But due to the pain which is killing me, I have no idea where or how I should start. I'm confused. Okay I know how I should start off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is a very late one, but I wish everyone a very happy new year. There! I got something updated. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, nonetheless, I've no idea what to update about. Life hadn't improve since school closed. Now school re-open, the timetable for this whole term (January - March) is total bullshit. Average school hours is from 8am to 5pm. Means I got to wake up at 5am, and will be likely to reach home about 7pm?&lt;br /&gt;I hate the new timetable to the core. But I was told to expect the worst by the second half of this year. Gees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down few days ago, thinking, am I missing too much in life? And I think again, I guess yes, I did miss out too much. Apparently, I no life at all. All I've been doing now till this day, was study, music, study, eat, sleep. And the whole process repeats all over again. HAHAHAHAHA! AWESOME RIGHT!? NOOOOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye, oh well, perhaps this year is not a awesome year for me after all. With all these, as followed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crazy school hours;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No life;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meeting almost everyday;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Average 5hours of sleep or less;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not much entertainment;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making myself so no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;But hey think of it again. 2009 could be a year where I 'maybe' realise my dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A driving licence (20% from my money);&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One or more new electric guitars (with my money again of course =.=);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get to drive to school upon receiving driving licence (one full tank upon returning car to parents with own money for the fuel);&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Europe Trip with Tricia (35% subsidy by parents);&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Start working on music again, attempt to push a demo tape by November 09 regardless in band or solo.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;But still, my first priority is getting a driving licence. Gees, I can't wait to use a car for school than public transport. But either way is pretty fine with me. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is not a very proper post, but I will post one proper post soon! I guess, if I have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh well.~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gary Jules - Mad World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-8710355084713709630?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/8710355084713709630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=8710355084713709630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/8710355084713709630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/8710355084713709630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2009/01/emmeline-asked-me-to-update.html' title='Emmeline asked me to update.'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-4804308073340360318</id><published>2008-12-30T10:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T10:23:22.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seems depress post, but hey! I'm not depress!</title><content type='html'>I didn't know why my brain is soooo good in thinking rubbish when is in idle state. Why can't it be like this and yet productive, during the little meeting I had just now during the midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still anyway, I think I didn't did much during the little meeting just now, I was either way off or just there stoning or trying to annoyed Peiqi or Sophia, or maybe Jasper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I shall type whatever rubbish my brain had came up with before letting it slip into the recesses of my mind, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes like this.&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting one thing you will not wanna remember is easy. Forgetting something happy is possible. Forgetting something hurtful is tough, but still within the range of possible. But forgetting one that you once admire or crush or fallen for, is tough, real tough. If you ask me, how tough? I would say, is a real pain in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean everyone do have crushes or least fallen for someone they like. I being a little weird, I will tend to like someone unknowingly, and someone who happen older than me. Before I know it, I'm already drowning in the pool of love? Sorrow? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of-course, is easy to get out of this nonsense, if I'm know what I am doing. But of-course, I tend to end up going in circle before getting out of the 'pool'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, I have never enter relationship before, all I did was study other people relationship, the form and break up of one relationship, as to make me a better loving person (I guess and hope) if I ever enter the game call relationship or love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But knowing I don't need any love or a partner now, so I don't know why I kept falling in love and making myself miserable for nothing. Weird eh? I myself till this day still can't understand, why I had fall over and over again without knowing it. Am I blindfolded in the first place? Or attractiveness that has charmed me, making me blindfold? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor I don't think I need any answer. As I've no intention of seeking one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bet you people is confused with what I have written above. Well, I'm confused too, not only confused by what I've typed, also confused why I'm in all these without knowing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, that's life, I guess? We do stuff not knowing that we are actually doing it anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, here's a little small portion dedicated to 'Laydio Team', the online radio station I once was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jasper, started his own Robotics training company himself. Which makes me think of starting one music publishing/label records company for myself to produce my stuff (music), if I never get to make it to major/public label records.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sophia, words can't really describe how awesome she is. Good at cooking and baking. I still miss the chocolate cake she made during her birthday. Great web designer. So see, how awesome she is!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Peiqi, another awesome lady friend I've known, I mean is a great pleasure to know her. Awesome in drawing and animation and other stuff I guess. She's pretty awesome to me, as far as I know.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me, can't compare with them, I'm still pretty far ahead of them. I’m not that awesome compared to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you can't see the bright side of life, polish the dull side. Lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-4804308073340360318?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/4804308073340360318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=4804308073340360318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/4804308073340360318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/4804308073340360318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/12/seems-depress-post-but-hey-im-not.html' title='Seems depress post, but hey! I&apos;m not depress!'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-1568709762868227605</id><published>2008-12-20T03:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T03:46:47.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy, cheeky son, dad, giant project, school, music, romance, old man............</title><content type='html'>This is a very random post, so ya, do bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SHALL PESTER MY DAD! For fun? He's quite nice to get me a expensive bass, and my desired bass, I shall not waste his money but to make full use of it. DUH! But! I'm greedy boy! I shall ask for more! Of course, not wanting him to throw 100% of his money into this '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;confirm fail&lt;/span&gt;' investment. I shall throw in a bit too. Like maintaining of guitar, getting new instruments. And I somehow receive green light from him that he sort of allow me to change the cover body of my current bass from right-handed body to left-handed body (as is a symmetrically shape body and I played left-handed, though the strings have change to suit my handedness, it only shift the controls and jack input).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of my dad, I made a wild calculation that we do have a few things in common. Which are, we love to joke with our friends but not with our relatives. When we are quiet, we can be real quiet. And etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of-course, we do have few things not in common, which one of it annoys me (not seriously, but in a not-so-serious way). I love music, my dad hates music. Although he do sponsor me instruments now and then, this is very sweet of him. I love to travel far, but not him. And the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, OLD MAN (referring to my dad), if you're reading this, please don't skin me alive. Oh if you do, please let me know in advance, preferably within three working days time. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, life couldn't be anywhere better whereby dad still not knowing that I gonna rip him bomb next year, when I turn 18. I shall show my fangs on my birthday. HEHEHE! But knowing if he's going to spend a bomb on me next year, I shall quickly rip him off too, before this year ends too. ^^&lt;br /&gt;I know, I'm a bad son. But I have to and will repay him, of-course. Like, treating him a Bottle of Coca Cola, or maybe a $2 chicken rice or something. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Side note: If above statement has provoked you, please clam down, is mere a joke, and being cheeky. The repay I'll return will of-course worth more than a plate of chicken rice. The scale of repaying is likely that even the total amount of money in his Central Provident Fund (CPF) can't even afford to get/buy it. It's something I call 'love from a son'. Eeewewwwewww, sounds so corny. *shiver*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of next year, I'm wanting my '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Giant Project&lt;/span&gt;' to be approve, so it might somehow change my mind from burning my school uniform when I graduate (December 2009). So help me god! I need you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also wanting to stop likening someone who I'm not supposing to by next year. Which I consider is the second worst mistake I ever did. The first is not ripping off more from my dad. HEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, music will still be my first priority in my life, sharing its priority is study. While followed closely second is my 'Giant Project', when upon approve and hopefully get approved, while lastly, romance? Maybe? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then peeps! Take care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:smaller;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Baby I'm amazed at the way you love me all the time, I'm afraid of the way I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Paul McCartney - My Brave Face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-1568709762868227605?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/1568709762868227605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=1568709762868227605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/1568709762868227605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/1568709762868227605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/12/daddy-cheeky-son-dad-giant-project.html' title='Daddy, cheeky son, dad, giant project, school, music, romance, old man............'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-2850593262615790884</id><published>2008-12-17T03:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T03:34:15.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is just like twisting and shouting.</title><content type='html'>Gees, I just deleted the whole post I was typing since two hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking and decided that I should keep it to myself, as I see no point of posting it here, letting the whole world know about it. Since is personal affiar.  (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas in advance (if I'm not updating this for the next whole week).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twist and Shout! - Life is just like twisting and shouting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Beatles - Revolution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-2850593262615790884?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/2850593262615790884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=2850593262615790884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/2850593262615790884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/2850593262615790884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-is-just-like-twisting-and-shouting.html' title='Life is just like twisting and shouting.'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-5327605021798958452</id><published>2008-12-13T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T23:07:21.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cannonball</title><content type='html'>Yes I know, if I don't update this space of my, it will enter the graveyard soon. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had finish completing another section of wiki I was doing early today. Anyway, was listening to a few songs today on my iPhone, and apparently, these are the top 25 played songs, I shall only list down top 5 of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Peggy Sue - Buddy Holly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Back In The U.S.S.R - The Beatles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I Wanna Love You Tender - Armi &amp;amp; Danny&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get Back - The Beatles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Brave Face - Paul McCartney&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;How awesome is that?! LOL! I didn't know I listen to the above song so much other than I quite like the song My Brave Face. LOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, heard from Emmeline that Doris's will be reaching Singapore on Tuesday instead of today. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda felt very pressure this December, with tons of stuff going on. I can't let my mind relax, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn! I don't know how to go on about blogging. I guess it all ends here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kiss MY HOFNER!! YEAH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Damien Rice - Cannonball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-5327605021798958452?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/5327605021798958452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=5327605021798958452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/5327605021798958452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/5327605021798958452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/12/cannonball.html' title='Cannonball'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-8104332357417655997</id><published>2008-12-02T16:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T16:52:42.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A flood update!</title><content type='html'>Life had not been so fine recently. As is exam week this week, I know I shouldn't be here, but come on! Give me a break pal! I still got another paper to go before holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as far as I know, when holiday starts, it will be hell for me, more or less. As I have applied for a part time job (waiting for reply), to keep myself busy. Even without part time job, I will still be pretty busy. But not that kind of productive kind of busy. So since is going to be busy for me, I might as well do something productive during the busy period of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hey, side note a bit, Doris is coming back, real soon! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, or everything else stated above. Trivia stuff or summary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dad made me a guitar stands to hang my bass guitar, ukulele and my coming guitar.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last paper is this coming Thursday, December 4th, 2008, which followed by then will be my holiday. But I had to meet Mr. Sim on my first day of holiday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doris is coming back on the December 13, 2008.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;-I will likely to be start working on the December 5th.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got to complete 'wiki' before school starts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In love with someone who I shouldn't had.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;There's more trivia stuff, but I'm too lazy to type all of them in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sigh, tough life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Buddy Holly - Words of Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-8104332357417655997?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/8104332357417655997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=8104332357417655997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/8104332357417655997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/8104332357417655997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/12/flood-update.html' title='A flood update!'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-5424840767170904640</id><published>2008-11-23T21:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T22:02:36.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shock!</title><content type='html'>Somehow, the invertible has happen. I'm not supposing to fallen in love with someone, that I shouldn't. Even I so, people is still gonna reject you dude.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't you had enough of all those rejected you had in the past for likeing someone who is a few months (7 months and above) older than you? Aren't you sick of it? You had figure out why they rejected you and so, why bother fallen for them. Your research to all these has success, if only you like them, or you can prove your own research wrong. You're just a idiot. Seriously, I somehow agree with what Peiyi said, '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you don't look like (mature) one&lt;/span&gt;'. Although you may feel demoralise, but face the facts, is true dude. You've already been hurt twice (may due to other reason), there's no harm trying for the third time, but does it seems worth it to give it a try, knowing you will be hurt end the day? - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer: Perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;Please pardon me if the above sentence doesn't make any sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, moving on. The above stated rubbish, sort of gave me a inspiration to write a song. I mean, those songs writing comes from all these. Somehow. That's how I got mine. Is kinda fun when writing songs, but is even better if you're able to record it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me people. I can't go on typing. I'm really confused and somehow, down now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a rubbish post, you can say that. Sorry if I had waste your time.&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me again, if the whole post doesn't make any sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Armi &amp;amp; Danny - I Want To Love You Tender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p.s: I'm quite addicted to the song I Want To Love You Tender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-5424840767170904640?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/5424840767170904640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=5424840767170904640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/5424840767170904640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/5424840767170904640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/11/shock.html' title='Shock!'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-4534336413883182160</id><published>2008-11-20T00:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T00:29:43.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A very, very random post/topic.</title><content type='html'>Before I start, this is a very random stuff that have been running through my mind and head, hence I shall type it out, before letting it slip into the recesses of my mind. Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that the people who only treat you like gold, is your own, parents. Those chap who see and brought you up when you are a little child. They stood by for you, stand behind you, and be there whenever they need you (not everytime for my case, but still for the major stuff).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother once stood up for me, when I got threaten by my ex-classmate. Which then, my ex-classmate threaten my mother too. But she never gave in at all, instead protecting me. She never failed to do so, when I was a little boy, or you could say she's trying to protect me from harm. I mean, which mother wants to see its own child in deep shit and not wanting to give a helping hand? Not my mother. She's the person who cares and concern about/for me, including my every movement I made. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This also reminds me of my dad. He picked me up one stormy night, after I had my English tuition. Not knowing his slipper has not much grip, he gave me his umbrella (which can only hold at most one person) and dash for the next building for shelter, but before he could to so, he felt on the floor by his butt and got himself wet by the rain. Kinda painful, although  he hide it, but  from his facial expression, I could tell its painful and aweful, by the way he walked, back then. Which till this day, whenever I thought of it, it would keep me refrain from arguing with my dad, under certain circumstances. Heh! But he's a guy who tries to get whatever I need or want, like for instant, instruments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime, I must admit, I'm a bad ass. Which I am still now. I'm not shy to admit. Just recently, I asked for a both acoustic and electric guitar. My dad said, he will consider about it, if I can prove it to him. I would likely to borrow a guitar from friend or something and re-string to left handed, since I play left and I'm a lefty.&lt;br /&gt;So well dad, here's something I wanna tell you, 'I'm so going to &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=pwn"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pwn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; you with my guitar solo!!'. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to sum up everything, parents are the wonderful people you would ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wonder when is the first time you actually made your parents smile? From my study, when I first say, 'daddy' and 'mummy' to my parents when I was a child, it brings joys and smiles to their faces. But I can't remember did I called my dad, daddy, and my mother, mummy. It could be the vice versa, calling wrong person. HAHAAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although at times, we may whine how bad our parents is, how much we hate them, how much they are controlling us, how screwed up they are, or those kind of hurtful remarks majority teenagers (which I admit myself too) would made about their parents. But lets put ourselves in their shoes, do you think they enjoy bringing us up? Do you think they feel great being torture by our cries and demand when we are still a child? If you ask me, I would say, no. That sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you still love your parents or wanna repay them, just make them happy. Before they are old, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or even before they leave this world (touchwood)&lt;/span&gt;. You may not know what will happen to them the next moment. Everything is unpredictable. Really. At least, do something that they can feel proud of or like making them happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I have failed to make my parents happy at times, I mean, who have never failed? I had. But I am still trying hard to get what they really want me to achieve. Like academic wise. While on music side, I'm just right now, trying to make full use of the instruments they had brought for me. And possible, maybe one day, I shall bring it on to the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love them. (:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know, is kinda corny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm so going to pwn my dad with my guitar solo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;George Harrison - I Need You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-4534336413883182160?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/4534336413883182160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=4534336413883182160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/4534336413883182160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/4534336413883182160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/11/very-very-random-posttopic.html' title='A very, very random post/topic.'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-3873950167508443301</id><published>2008-11-08T23:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T23:55:03.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>):</title><content type='html'>Many stuff have been surfacing in my mind now and then. The only two things which never failed to disappear which are my queer feelings Monday practical test for the year (which will follow by a project shortly) and my flunked audition last Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the by having mixed feelings over practical test won't help much, other than keep studying (which I am), there's nothing much I could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But regarding the audition thing, now I kinda have no one to work with, I guess, I really have to go solo real slowly, but how? That's the thing I have been pounding over and over again. There are tons of things I must take into consideration. But I think I can leave this aside till end of November I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my main priority is more to my practical test, which got to affect my end year GPA score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, one of my classmates asked me, 'what will happen if two people happen to wear braces and kissing each other?'&lt;br /&gt;My answer will be, 'they can produce more than 415v, and if you touch, you will die'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Prime Minister of Ward 22.&lt;br /&gt;George Harrison - I Need You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-3873950167508443301?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/3873950167508443301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=3873950167508443301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/3873950167508443301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/3873950167508443301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='):'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-1909670069993224845</id><published>2008-10-30T23:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T23:38:18.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A small update.</title><content type='html'>Sometime, I wish I could watch the process of me growing up. To see, whether my childhood was a enjoyable and a memorable one. If I'm granted with three wishes, one of them is going to be looking back into my childhood, showing me how I was brought up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there's a few people I wanna meet in my life. Well four for the time being. They are:&lt;br /&gt;Paul McCartney&lt;br /&gt;Ringo Starr&lt;br /&gt;Emma Bunton&lt;br /&gt;Geri Halliwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things just turn sour day by day. I have no ways to phrase my thoughts into letters or words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emma Bunton - What Took You So Long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-1909670069993224845?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/1909670069993224845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=1909670069993224845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/1909670069993224845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/1909670069993224845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/10/small-update.html' title='A small update.'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-5338950954748386867</id><published>2008-10-21T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T22:43:55.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OPQ'S POST #1</title><content type='html'>OPQ'S POST #1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;Eric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your relationship with him or her?&lt;br /&gt;Butties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your 5 impressions of him or her?&lt;br /&gt;1. Retarded and lame&lt;br /&gt;2. Talllll&lt;br /&gt;3. Innocent&lt;br /&gt;4. Loves Paul McCartney&lt;br /&gt;5. Loves Oldies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most memorable thing he or she has done for you?&lt;br /&gt;Being there whenever i need a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most memorable thing he or she has said to you?&lt;br /&gt;Bimbo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he or she becomes your lover you will?&lt;br /&gt;i will scream and faint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he or she becomes your lover, the thing he or she has to change on will be?&lt;br /&gt;your age :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he or she becomes your enemy, you will?&lt;br /&gt;we wont&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you want to tell him or her now is?&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the invite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your overall impression of him or her is?&lt;br /&gt;a brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you think people will feel around you?&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea but eric, good answer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The characters you love about yourself are?&lt;br /&gt;everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary, characters you hate about yourself are?&lt;br /&gt;everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most ideal person you want to be is?&lt;br /&gt;anne hathaway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For people that care or like you, anything to say to them?&lt;br /&gt;i love you too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass this quiz to 10 people who you wish to know how they feel.&lt;br /&gt;1. my mum&lt;br /&gt;2. jasmine&lt;br /&gt;3. jolene&lt;br /&gt;4. my dad&lt;br /&gt;5. ben mark&lt;br /&gt;6. mohmoh&lt;br /&gt;7. leon&lt;br /&gt;8. zy&lt;br /&gt;9. scotty&lt;br /&gt;10.kendrick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is No. 6 having a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;no one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is No. 9 a male or female?&lt;br /&gt;male&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If No. 7 and No. 10 are together, will it be a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;that would be awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is No. 2 studying about?&lt;br /&gt;arts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you had a chat with No. 3?&lt;br /&gt;prolly last week? on msn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of music/band does No. 8 like?&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea. havent seen him for years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does No. 1 have any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you woo No. 3?&lt;br /&gt;definitely, she's hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How ’bout No. 7?&lt;br /&gt;no idea but maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is No. 4 single?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the surname of No. 5?&lt;br /&gt;Mark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a hobby of No. 10?&lt;br /&gt;no idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does No. 5 and No. 9 get along well?&lt;br /&gt;no. they dont know each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is No. 2 studying at?&lt;br /&gt;lasalle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about something for No. 1.&lt;br /&gt;i love her very much and she's the most awesome mum anyone could have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you tried developing feelings for No. 8?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does No. 9 live?&lt;br /&gt;aussie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What colour does No. 4 like?&lt;br /&gt;white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are No. 1 and 5 best friends?&lt;br /&gt;no they only met once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does No. 1 have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is No. 7 the sexiest person in the world?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is No. 10 doing now?&lt;br /&gt;i dont know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-5338950954748386867?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/5338950954748386867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=5338950954748386867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/5338950954748386867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/5338950954748386867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/10/opqs-post-1.html' title='OPQ&apos;S POST #1'/><author><name>OPQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03250900903509203478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KGh5lxf7bPY/SP3lfSV5EKI/AAAAAAAAA54/9k71jP92JXM/S220/pic0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-2656933083986104799</id><published>2008-10-21T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T22:11:52.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So relaxed that...</title><content type='html'>Had a short conversation with my teacher today. We were listening to some smoothing music, played through CD player.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I think we got so relaxed into it and started talking nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation is as followed (I try to recall as much as possible):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: So like what I saying, a problem you made up thinking is going to be big, will turn out to be big.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Big.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Bamm!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Boom.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Love it.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Got to live with it.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: You got that right son.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(continue)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Oh..&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hmm?&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: This morning.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uh-hmm.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Driving along the highway to school, been through thousand of ERP (Electronic Road Pricing) gantry, money has been flying out of my cash card non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hmmm, cost?&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Five dollars plus or so.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What you going to do with it?&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Top-up my cash card later.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Gonna stop driving?&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Nah-ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Right now, I'm just sick of doing those IC (Integrated Circuit) chip stuff, and I can't remember anything that I do. Worst, practical test on that circuit next week (which is true).&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Oooooh. That hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Life's a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Then you die.&lt;br /&gt;Me: My.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Oh.&lt;br /&gt;Me: My.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That should be all. I suppose. HEE! We snap out of it 15 minutes later though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Got to change guitar strings! )x &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Beatles - Penny Lane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-2656933083986104799?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/2656933083986104799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=2656933083986104799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/2656933083986104799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/2656933083986104799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-relaxed-that.html' title='So relaxed that...'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-8060803349243316683</id><published>2008-10-20T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T22:49:21.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag?</title><content type='html'>The person who tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;Emmeline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your relationship with him or her?&lt;br /&gt;Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your 5 impressions of him or her?&lt;br /&gt;1. Fun.&lt;br /&gt;2. Hyper.&lt;br /&gt;3. Nice friend.&lt;br /&gt;4. Random!&lt;br /&gt;5. English songs lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most memorable thing he or she has done for you?&lt;br /&gt;Trying to cheer me up by dragging my ass out whenever I'm down. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most memorable thing he or she has said to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TSK! TSK! TSK! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he or she becomes your lover you will?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, okay. Not going to have a BIG reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he or she becomes your lover, the thing he or she has to improve on will be?&lt;br /&gt;Will see if this ever happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he or she becomes your enemy, you will?&lt;br /&gt;Continue to be friends. I shall extract a verse in or two in bible under &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Matthew 5:43-44 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;43&lt;/span&gt; 'You have heard that it was said, "Love your neighbor and hate your enemy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;44&lt;/span&gt; ' But I tell you: Love your enemies and pray for those who prescute you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you want to tell him or her now is?&lt;br /&gt;Are you online yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your overall impression of him or her is?&lt;br /&gt;Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you think people will feel around you?&lt;br /&gt;Refrence from dining with Peiqi. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm like a ten years old kid&lt;/span&gt;. And if I suppose to re-phrase it, it will end up something like this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"A 17 years old teenager, who have only 8-10 years old kid midset"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The characters you love about yourself are?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary, characters you hate about yourself are?&lt;br /&gt;My acadmadic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most ideal person you want to be is?&lt;br /&gt;Paul McCartney? John Lennon? I'm not very sure either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For people that care or like you, anything to say to them?&lt;br /&gt;Or when I'm meeting you people again? God I miss you people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass this quiz to 10 people who you wish to know how they feel.&lt;br /&gt;1. Doris (if you ever sees this).&lt;br /&gt;2. Tricia.&lt;br /&gt;3. Peiqi.&lt;br /&gt;4. Ning Xin&lt;br /&gt;5. Yawen.&lt;br /&gt;6. Peiyi.&lt;br /&gt;7. Sophia.&lt;br /&gt;8. Shi Ling.&lt;br /&gt;9. Mr. Ng (form teacher, and if he ever uses a blog)&lt;br /&gt;10. Jun Jie (Gigabyte 14)&lt;br /&gt;Can I add one more? Like Emmeline to do this! xDD&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, whoever wanna do this, please go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is No. 6 having a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, tough question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is No. 9 a male or female?&lt;br /&gt;Male, a trendy old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If No. 7 and No. 10 are together, will it be a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;I dare not to imagine that far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is No. 2 studying about?&lt;br /&gt;Not sure, but I know she's currently in ACS(I), IB course. Correct me if I'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you had a chat with No. 3?&lt;br /&gt;Not sure, but we had a short conversation this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of music/band does No. 8 like?&lt;br /&gt;Those that I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does No. 1 have any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but I can't remember how many she has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you woo No. 3?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How ’bout No. 7?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is No. 4 single?&lt;br /&gt;Suppose so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the surname of No. 5?&lt;br /&gt;Ng, or Huang. She does have a unique name. If I'm not wrong, her Indonesian surname is Erni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a hobby of No. 10?&lt;br /&gt;Abuse me. But hey! He's nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does No. 5 and No. 9 get along well?&lt;br /&gt;That's impossible. They don't even know each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is No. 2 studying at?&lt;br /&gt;ACS I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about something for No. 1.&lt;br /&gt;Words can't describe my thoughts for Doris. BUT SHE'S IS IN BRISBANE NOW! )x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you tried developing feelings for No. 8?&lt;br /&gt;That will be dumb. She is sort of my daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does No. 9 live?&lt;br /&gt;Singapore. xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What colour does No. 4 like?&lt;br /&gt;Got to call her and ask her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are No. 1 and 5 best friends?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, because they dun even know each other, although from the same Secondary School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does No. 1 have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;Eh, not very sure leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is No. 7 the sexiest person in the world?&lt;br /&gt;*whistle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is No. 10 doing now?&lt;br /&gt;Doing some stupid stuff? I don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-8060803349243316683?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/8060803349243316683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=8060803349243316683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/8060803349243316683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/8060803349243316683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/10/tag.html' title='Tag?'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-3014046928783728908</id><published>2008-10-19T02:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T13:24:55.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I got 'lumbered' with the role of being bassist.</title><content type='html'>So as I promised. '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Life being Bassist&lt;/span&gt;' or 'My Life with Music'. Haha. Either one. I think I shall talk about myself being bassist than music. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way back in late 2003 or early 2004. I started playing bass guitar (after learning drums, keyboard and guitar), even though I don't know how to play a bass nor own one back then. My friend (name shall be disclose), was kind enough to lend me hers. Thank heaven we both were left handed. She taught me how to play it. And if I didn't remember wrongly, the bass she lent me was a &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/271423.jpg"&gt;Rickenbacker 4001 bass (left-handed)&lt;/a&gt;, since she need a bassist, I was asked to fill in for her. That's was the last time I last play bass before moving on to other instruments. Not until four years later or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early this year (2008), I think is time to set music my priority, since it was my favourite all along. So I thought the best way to start a band, like in the past. No one in the band wanted to start playing bass, hence job fell on me (who intend to be on lead or rhythm guitar). I was somehow referred to being "lumbered" ("stuck") with the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also not having a bass guitar is one problem, but not able to find a left handed bass is another problem. Hence I decided to window shopping during one of my school holiday, and I stumble across a violin shaped bass. Because of the instrument's symmetrically, I could play left-handed without the bass "looking-daft" as I put it. I brought the bass outright. It was a Hofner 500/1 bass. Of-course, I have to re-string the strings to make it left-handed to suit my playing style. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is how bass guitar is my current primary playing instrument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture or two of it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5835.jpg" style="width: 292px; height: 214px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view image &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5835.jpg"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If only it was a left-handed model. )x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5841.jpg" style="width: 206px; height: 284px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hofner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trivia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Rickenbacker 4001 I borrowed back then (2003-2004) was red in colour, a left handed model (&lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/1973-rickenbacker-4001-bass-fireglo.jpg"&gt;picture &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[is a right handed model on the picture]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Both Rickenbacker model link from this blog, is actually a Rickenbacker 4003 model. Not much of major difference. You may wish to compare them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/5-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/5-1.jpg"&gt;Rickenbacker 4001&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/8a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rickenbacker 4003&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rickenbacker 4001 or 4003 model was my initial bass I wanted to go for. But the price of the bass way beyond my budget, and there's no left handed model around (which includes Fender) at the time when I want a bass. I have no choice but to go for a Hofner, which somewhat I didn't regret, but yet, bless to have a Hofner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not sure whether I play bass better than guitar or vice-versa. This could be a myth! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think that's all for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trivia&lt;/span&gt;. Over to you now &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tricia&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOL! Heh! Was joking. Tricia, if you ever sees this. I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;sorry&lt;/span&gt;! Heee! (x&lt;br /&gt;I have the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tendency of keep typing your name (Tricia) instead of typing the word 'Trivia' . )x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's just so awesome! I can't wait being 18 years old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paul McCartney - Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-3014046928783728908?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/3014046928783728908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=3014046928783728908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/3014046928783728908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/3014046928783728908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-i-got-lumbered-with-role-of-being.html' title='How I got &apos;lumbered&apos; with the role of being bassist.'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-1960042397413768069</id><published>2008-10-12T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T22:36:18.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tricia, music, and something else.</title><content type='html'>First and foremost. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 18th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Princess &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tricia&lt;/span&gt;! The lady I know for almost two years or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice lady and friend I have to admit. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, I was wondering what to post about, something like my in music or something, or how come I have assume the role of bassist in my recent band and making it my permanent primary instrument (likely).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple, I shall continue tomorrow when I'm daydreaming in class or something. Meanwhile I need to wake up at 4.30am tomorrow morning. So tata people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no worries, I shall update soon about my life with music or how I got stuck playing with bass or music or something like that or something related to it or something like something like that. Ya, like that. So no worries, I will update very soon, very soon. SOON! VERY, very soon! Like soon. Like very soon. Soon to be very. Yea. Very to soon. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*screams!* AHHHHH! TRACY TAN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get Back (Live at the Rooftop Concert) - The Beatles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-1960042397413768069?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/1960042397413768069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=1960042397413768069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/1960042397413768069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/1960042397413768069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/10/tricia-and-music-and-something-else.html' title='Tricia, music, and something else.'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-3460764657826709048</id><published>2008-10-04T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T17:46:10.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawen!</title><content type='html'>First and foremost, I would like to wish &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yawen &lt;/span&gt;a very happy birthday!. :D My plan not to expose myself has already exposed. So is already exposed. And is somehow exposed. And is exposed. LOL!  ):&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I still have next year though, if I'm still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I'm not sure whether should I bring back a bit of some sweet childhood history. It was about when I was in Primary School though, Primary two to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I'm finally down with flu, body ache, headache, sore throat and high fever. Can't even play my guitar properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourthly, I wanna start playing songs, I wanna play rock and roll (which I sometime called/dubbed it the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;'rock and droll'&lt;/span&gt;). But the band I'm in now is somehow a shitty deal. I mean why the hell they can't go along with the band rule? I believe this is the only band that does not makes me happy, or very myself. All my input seems rubbish. Likewise. Oh just forget it. No point, if one disagrees and three agree. This is still going to be some shitty deal. No point for me does all the shits, if you don't answer my calls. I suppose, I gotta bypass your idea. I've been giving you chances over and over again. Dude, you hit my limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least. I'm going to bed. Because I'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somewhere in her smile she shows, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That she don't need no other lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something in her style that shows me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She don't really need me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Something in the way she knows,&lt;br /&gt;And all I have to do is think of her&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You know I believe and how.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-3460764657826709048?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/3460764657826709048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=3460764657826709048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/3460764657826709048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/3460764657826709048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/10/yawen.html' title='Yawen!'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-8132868309957674108</id><published>2008-10-02T20:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T21:01:24.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very random!</title><content type='html'>Aye, time to update this outdated blog or something. Nothing much to update I suppose, since I'm still having holiday. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I shall name down my top favorite songs or something. Nah, I think nah. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I'm feeling so down and moody nowadays, like depress for something, which I don't know what is it. Don't really bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I've been very, very unproductive this whole holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I guess, nothing else, I suppose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Summer Youth Olympic Games 2010, 100th Anniversary of Titanic Sinking 2012.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-8132868309957674108?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/8132868309957674108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=8132868309957674108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/8132868309957674108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/8132868309957674108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/10/very-random.html' title='Very random!'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-5533895788951037165</id><published>2008-09-23T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T22:12:42.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is been a while I last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like deleting both livejournal and blogspot of mine, since I've been so inactive with the both of them, is like not updating that much anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, holiday is here, but I'm not working!! Nor have the intention to, unless is music related. I wanna be 18, like now, so I can drive. I really hate take the public transport, which is really getting on my nerve somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get back a little. The another time when I brought a Hofner guitar. My dad asked me why among, of all guitar, I have choose Hofner. The conversation is as followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Why did you get a Hofner instead of other brands guitar? What so special about this (Hofner) guitar?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Because I like the guitar's brand logo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I know I can't just stick to playing bass, it will just deteriorate my skills on other instruments such as guitar and etc. I intend to bring in another six more guitar in, using my capital, but it may take a while. As the cost of five guitars add up to approximately $ five digit sum. Exclusive of tax. Man what a waste of money. I can buy a decent car with twice of that amount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I seriously have no idea what I'm blogging about, I shall go watch television now. Till then people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-5533895788951037165?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/5533895788951037165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=5533895788951037165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/5533895788951037165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/5533895788951037165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/09/is-been-while-i-last-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-6710845905127119673</id><published>2008-09-14T19:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T19:43:30.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roll Over Beethoven.</title><content type='html'>Read my close friends blog and past history, they do have better life than I do, but nonetheless, those doesn't really matter to me though. Different people different life, different ways of growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just envy how smart people can get nowadays. I know this is probably very random, but is so cool to be smart like, schooling in Polytechnic or Junior College. Well, perhaps I could apply the same thoughts studying in Institute of Technical School. Or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audition for music yesterday, was eventually skipped and request for postpone, as my lead guitarist fell ill. Well, it kinda sucks, but well, shits happen. I hope the management team are not cross with us, for making such a sudden notice instead of an advance notice. But look, who really expected this to happen. I mean, hey, is fever, we can't avoid it. Is not as if we or one of us is going for a online speed dating or something. ITE teachers sometime pissed me off. But thank god Mr. Aw is understanding, he forgive us, and yet still very positive and supportive about us. Kudos Mr. Aw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't know what more I can blog about, other than perhaps, lucks to my music audition which is coming very soon? Hahaha. Oh ya, if you people wanna know what songs we are playing, we are playing, 'She Loves You' - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Beatles&lt;/span&gt; and 'Roll Over Beethoven' - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chuck Berry&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I believe guitar is the best creation ever done by human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She Loves You - The Beatles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-6710845905127119673?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/6710845905127119673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=6710845905127119673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/6710845905127119673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/6710845905127119673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/09/roll-over-beethoven.html' title='Roll Over Beethoven.'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-6728607390782517560</id><published>2008-09-12T02:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T18:18:14.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know.</title><content type='html'>I don't know what's happening to me. As I'm getting down, and depress day by day. Getting much and much annoyed easily. And I kept resisting myself from all these from showing, which makes me feel very pressure, stress, no space for movement. I feel useless and yet helpless. Maybe by typing out I may get a answer or conclusion or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White hair is popping like hell. Yet I have a audition on this coming Saturday, which indeed add much stress to myself. I've no idea where I'm going now. I'm lost, I'm blind by everything. On academic side, I've been doing very badly. New chapter on some stupid dumb chip, result me unable to catch up, as I don't understand a damn shit. Perhaps that's why I enter ITE in the first place, because I'm too dumb. I have low IQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never feel happy since the year I enter ITE. I never enjoy myself, nor since the day I was born. All those smile and laughter are sort of put up look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously, I don't know what's going through my mind and feelings, is all being mixed up and confused. I've become extremely sensitive to people thoughts and feeling after losing all my grandparents in a wink. And of course not forgetting losing two good friends in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life become so meaningless for me, I sometime wonder why am I here, which I have pounder tons of time. Comparing myself with other kids, those rich, poor, and same family class as mine. All are happier than me. I wonder why I feel this way. I really don't know. The feeling is like unable to be expressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need not need any sympathise or pity from anyone if they find me as a very 'sad thing'. I just wanna figure out why i'm feeling this way. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Disclamier!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; This post is likely to be one of the unproductive post I've made, sorry if I have waste your time reading this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;piphone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ender, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ibson, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ofner, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ickenbacker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Beatles - Dizzy Miss Lizzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-6728607390782517560?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/6728607390782517560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=6728607390782517560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/6728607390782517560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/6728607390782517560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-dont-know.html' title='I don&apos;t know.'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-3103964700086454012</id><published>2008-09-01T22:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T22:02:43.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Without you!</title><content type='html'>Alright, blogging time, before I next update which is going to be so many years later! Haha! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost. I've come to the sense that how much my parents spent their time grooming me, bringing me up. Trying their best to cheer me up when I was a kid. Getting me the stuff I want, and I suppose, is time to repay back when I start working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is I got to make full use of the guitar they brought for me. I gonna practices hard. Real hard. I don't wanna let them now. And of course, on the academic side, I must do well too. They throw in their money just to send me to school. Is not very worth it to play truant, is like just wasting their money away. Well once in a while is alright I suppose? HEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love my dad, someone who is always on the supportive side, trying his best to get me things I want (occasionally sometime things that I don't really need). But still, he finally got me the guitar I want, after much persude. I believe the reason he give in, is because he wants to make my dream come true. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always remember, parents are always behind you, when you needed them. They are likely not the one who will ditch you when you are helpless. They are the best person to turn to. But please remember to repay them! (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww, that's sooo sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, interestingly, people asked me, why I have never go into relationship since &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*counting, gees, fingers not enough to count*&lt;/span&gt;, I don't know when. Well the reason is simple, I can't find the one I'm really looking for. And also not knowing how long can it last. Like one of the song by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;George Harrison&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;'All things must pass'&lt;/span&gt;. We can't be holding every single thing back as we want. Things spoil beyond repair, we must let it go and throw it away. Friends or family members died, we have to accept the facts and let them go. I suppose the same thing applies to love or relationship. Not all things can be with you as long as you are breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So YQ, if you're looking at this, cheer up, there's better things await for you. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I would like to rant about my little cousin, Wenqi! She is soooo adorable! Even though she is 15! K bye! I think that's enough. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ba Chor Mee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maroon 5 - Won't Go Home Without You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-3103964700086454012?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/3103964700086454012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=3103964700086454012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/3103964700086454012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/3103964700086454012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/09/without-you.html' title='Without you!'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-4133827614618952207</id><published>2008-08-31T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T21:26:08.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little..</title><content type='html'>Alright, yes, yes I know, is been a while I last update, but you can't blame me. I'm busy with school and my exam is just somehow around the corner. Which result me don't have the time to update this 'no one will read' blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went out with my parents this morning. Or rather, we went to chapel to visit my grandparents (dad's side) resting place. I didn't expect it to be kinda close to my school, is like 10 minutes drive away. Do the stuff we did as usual. But there's one particular headstone that caught my attention. Which made me kind of sympathise the decease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was born in 1993, and pass on last year (d. 2007) at the age of 14 years old. What actually made me sympathise her is, not because she was pretty, but because her life was short-lived. I mean, if she would have lived, she would have seen more new trendy youngster gadget, such as iPhone. But sadly, she move on. Under any circumstances, I can't imagine myself, in that girl position. My dad conclude she probably pass on due to sickness or accident. I sympathise her and feel for her. Well, at least I know that, although one move on, one memories remains. I gave my regards and prayer to her (although I'm a free-thinker), before going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is indeed pretty sad. As she's missing out everything, but that's life. We born, live and die. That's life. We gonna die one day, is a matter of time, sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I've upload a video to Youtube. Is well, about music rehearsal with my music friends. And oh! Here it is! Please do enjoy! Let me know if you can't understand the story line. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="321"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l5nS5BC-Yc4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l5nS5BC-Yc4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="321"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOFNER!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Beatles - She Loves You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-4133827614618952207?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/4133827614618952207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=4133827614618952207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/4133827614618952207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/4133827614618952207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/08/little.html' title='A little..'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-1637279130842452791</id><published>2008-08-21T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T00:00:49.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know I've mention it before.</title><content type='html'>Is been so long I last update, especially to my livejournal. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, nothing much happen between this two weeks. Well, other than getting myself what I really wanted and can really start practicing on music. There's an Ubin trip yesterday, or should I say Wednesday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or should I say, let the pictures do the talking? I don't know? Maybe I think I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5668.jpg" style="width: 292px; height: 214px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view image &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5668.jpg"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My darling! Hofner 500/1 Bass!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Although is right-handed, I have done the necessary changes to make it a lefty, other than the pickguard, control and jack)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5702.jpg" style="width: 292px; height: 214px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view image &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5702.jpg"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ubin Trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, there's a lot of stuff, I always or rather wanna ask myself. But I never get the answer I want or logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things just happen, when you least expected, or it looks, sound and seems easy, is totally bogusly hard and impossible. Sometime, I wonder why I am here in the first place? Should I be here? What's my role in my life? What am I suppose to do? What am I going to be in future? Am I consider good enough in academic, sports and other various stuff? Is my life in danger or am I going to die tomorrow? And this goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me if I did ever repeat this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nonetheless, I'm still quite blow away and still in the shock and depressed state, somehow, when I suddenly lost all my grandparents in a year, with almost 98 - 100 days interval. Who can actually take such a blow, by losing three grandparents in like just a wink? I tried to over come it, but every time I did, I would probably break down. Because I missed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime I visit the old folks home, having a chat or two with some seniors’ citizen there, I would get very emotional. Especially when I'm either speaking in 'Hainan' (my dialect) or 'Hokkien' (my mother's side dialect).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime, I just wanna talk to them (my grandparents), asking them how are they doing. But all seems and very likely to be impossible. I just somehow still can't get it over with them leaving me so fast and so soon. Am I ought to be killed for being so disrespectful to them when I was a kid and bully and prank them just to entertain and amuse myself? I think the answer is yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather be the one lying in the coffin, instead of them. If I can exchange my lifespan with them, I would probably done so. On the account of what I've did to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like what everyone says, is all over son, get it over and done with, live still have to move on. I couldn't agree more on that sentence. Is time to move on. Try to leave everything behind. Probably come back once in awhile, just to refresh your memories. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Continue liking you is as good as taking a puff of cigarette, hurting myself unknowingly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Beatles - She Loves You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-1637279130842452791?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/1637279130842452791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=1637279130842452791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/1637279130842452791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/1637279130842452791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-know-ive-mention-it-before.html' title='I know I&apos;ve mention it before.'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-4804290163088966823</id><published>2008-08-11T20:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T21:49:26.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Main Page!</title><content type='html'>I know is been a while I last update, hence I'm here! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; today post into three different part, if possible, and I'm going to give it a try. Please be aware and warned that you will be bombard by the following three links. As it contains full of photograph of my recent and yet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;memorable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary of everything including this post! FUN! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MEMORABLE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/1991/08/8th-august-2008-fishing-trip.html"&gt;Fishing Trip! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(5 photographs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/08/9th-august-2008-ndp.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;NDP&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(19 photographs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/08/11th-august-catching-ups.html"&gt;11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; August - Catching Ups &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(23 photographs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*if you intend to use any above of my images/photos posted, please give credits. Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh gees, baby's in black, and I'm feeling blue. Tell me oh, what can I do.&lt;br /&gt;She thinks of him, and so she dresses in black. Tell me oh, what can I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-4804290163088966823?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/4804290163088966823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=4804290163088966823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/4804290163088966823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/4804290163088966823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/08/main-page.html' title='Main Page!'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-5177476072110334837</id><published>2008-08-03T18:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T18:07:00.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day In Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I read the news today oh, boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;About a girl who was kill in an accident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And though the news was rather sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, I just had to laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I saw the photograph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She lost life her in a car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She was with someone who was speeding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A crowd of people stood and stared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They didn't seen her face before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nobody was sure how she was killed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The above is dedicated to my friend's, close friend's who recently got killed in a speeding accident. The driver survives but not the girl. Coincidently a few verse is similar from a song called 'A Day in the Life', which I didn't know as I wrote it blindly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the past two days was probably the best day in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great laugh on Friday, probably the first time I ever laugh that hard I enter ITE. Well is a guys stuff, hence I don't think is right to post it here, but those who are interested could called me at 1800-FS. That's right 1800-FS. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;I meant those who are interested what are the guy stuff we (me and some other guys classmate) actually talked about, just MSN me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for yesterday, I went to catch a preview of NDP. As I said preview of NDP, I meant, the firework part only. It was indeed beautiful!! Because I was in the library, the view is just right in front of us! Cool isn't!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hella, I'm going for actual day too! For the firework of course! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya! After everything, Soon Yi and I did something pretty stupid. We wave to buses of people who are leaving the stadium, mainly participants of respective schools. And we conclude that girls are actually nicer than guys because they do bother to wave back unlike guys (we are not biased, we are being neutral and from our point of thought), and wave back long. Even that, they even get their 'girl' friends to wave along! HOW SWEEET! xDD Awww. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do admit those act/stunts we did was really stupid and indeed we made a fool of ourselves. Haha! But it was fun waving to those participants. Heee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're very pretty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John Lennon - Give Peace a Chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-5177476072110334837?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/5177476072110334837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=5177476072110334837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/5177476072110334837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/5177476072110334837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-read-news-today-oh-boy.html' title='A Day In Life'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-2715843721215211924</id><published>2008-07-30T22:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T22:49:20.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something</title><content type='html'>Pardon me for not updating often as I'm feeling very depress with sudden loss of three senior family members within a year. It indeed hit me hard. But all is gone and I've to move on with life as usual or nothing has happen or something. But of course it would take sometime, but I'm pretty fine now. Serious. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, there's progress with my music! Yes! Band formation is somewhere near 60%?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I don't feel like updating, till something really good happen or something. I don't wanna talk about my stupid daily routine, or on music jamming. If was it happen to be music jamming, I will post a video of the jamming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I think I will probably go write some more crap songs which are so difficult to write, because my English foundation is not as good as what everyone thinks. Too bad. I'm an idiot, well I am one anyway. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something in the way she moves...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;George Harrison - Something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-2715843721215211924?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/2715843721215211924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=2715843721215211924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/2715843721215211924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/2715843721215211924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/07/something.html' title='Something'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-4447463312652823893</id><published>2008-07-24T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T00:18:04.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First and foremost, warning! This is gonna be quite a sad post I think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes Hilary just made me sad. As in, a devote woman, who loves her guy so much, yet the guy is blind. I can't believe that the guy she liked is my schoolmate. I mean where can I find such like a girl like her, so devote into loving someone so deeply. It's quite hurtful if think it and putting yourself into her own shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel and empathise her. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, bad news. The last survivor of senior citizen in my family line, just passed away this morning round 0500hrs (+GTM 08:00). It just made sad. Real sad. She was my grandmother (mother's side), also she's the lady who taught me abcabus and Chinese when I was a kid. I love her, and now I miss her, because she's gone. Although she's gone, her memories are going to stay with me for as long as I live. As she's one of the few people who brought colours into my life when I was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great lady, my grandmother. I regret for not visiting her last week. I shall live with regrets for not visiting her and my grandmother (dad's side) not knowing that they are leaving soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold it. I can't go on anymore. I'm breaking away like now. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Least I got you! - Bassboy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-4447463312652823893?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/4447463312652823893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=4447463312652823893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/4447463312652823893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/4447463312652823893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/07/first-and-foremost-warning-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-1102072705093433987</id><published>2008-07-18T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T23:36:05.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday (17th July 2008):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much during school hours, or rather during school. But met up with Emmeline and gang to see Doris off at the airport. Man, I know Doris since Secondary 2? Oh gees, is been a good four years. But not forgetting I met Doris and Emmeline at the same time so ya. HAHA! Gees. She's going to Brisbane (the state capital of Queensland) for a good four years. :/ But nonetheless, she will be coming back this December! :D&lt;br /&gt;And of course my March holiday visits to her, with Emmeline (if she ever wanna pop along, haha)! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See things aren't that bad. xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday (18th July 2008):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No school for me, as I've been excused for Communication Session with the CEO of ITE. Pretty boring at first, but gradually, it become very interesting in between the program and during refreshment as I sat beside both the Director and CEO of ITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the deal I somehow manage to secure is, I somehow have the door towards the recording industry, as the Director of ITE (Mr. Aw) would try to get me public recognise as soon if only, my songs are original, and as when I got a band or something. YES! ITE isn't bad at all! Well, sometime to a circumstance, Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday (19th July 2008) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[which is tomorrow]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feng Shan Youth Forum at ITE College East, Simei. Is going to be cool to have a communication session with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr. Lim Siang Keat, Raymond&lt;/span&gt; (Minister for Transport and the Second Minister for Foreign Affairs in Singapore as well as and a member of the Cabinet of Singapore).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politics and stuff, hmmm. People who know me very well will know what kinda question I would kinda/definitely ask. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because you sweet and lovely girl. I love you. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-1102072705093433987?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/1102072705093433987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=1102072705093433987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/1102072705093433987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/1102072705093433987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/07/little-update.html' title='A little update!'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-3339183083788662612</id><published>2008-07-13T02:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T02:33:47.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you know me?</title><content type='html'>Isn't this sucks? After a good eight months, I still can't find the stuff that I want. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I have no idea what to blog about tonight. Hmmm, let me think.&lt;br /&gt;I have a wonderful idea. Why not, I shall blog about myself! Yea! Close friends, do you think you really know me that well? I shall list down 10 facts about me! (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; I was born left-handed, but my parents insist me to write using right hand. But I use my left hand more than my right hand in my daily life. So that's why I play a left-handed guitar instead of a right-handed guitar. But I do own a right-handed drum kit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; Aeroplane is childhood hobby, and it is as of now/today. I have the intention of getting a flying license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; If I've become rich one day, the three things I will get are/do, a new house for my parents, a private passenger airplane and save the remaining of the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; Bass and Drum are not the first instruments I mess with when I started playing music. The first instruments I mess with is a Piano followed by Keyboard, Guitar, then finally Drum and Bass, respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; I have a more than 10 soft toys, which I still own all of them as of today. The oldest soft toy I have aged 15 years old, and is a bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt; I was never close with my dad, ever since I understand the meaning of fatherly love. Until recently I re-establish the 'connection' with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt; I hate Chinese songs, although I listen to them a brief period when I was in Secondary one to two, after that reverting back listening to English songs again. But as of today, I don't mind listening to chinese songs as long it suit my hearing or something. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt; I dislike prefect/monitor during my Primary school days, but I always wanted to be one of them. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elvis Presley&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Beatles&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Rolling Stones&lt;/span&gt; is something my dad first introduces to me, when I was 5 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ice Kajang&lt;/span&gt; (Red Bean Ice) is my favorite desert since I was a child. (x Awww. I wanna have one now! Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how well do you actually know me, after I have list down the 10 stuff I bet you people don't know. WAHAHAHA! (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then peeps! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haha! Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;George Harrison - Something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-3339183083788662612?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/3339183083788662612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=3339183083788662612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/3339183083788662612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/3339183083788662612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/07/do-you-know-me.html' title='Do you know me?'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-9018477043237280373</id><published>2008-07-10T23:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T00:06:43.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love them.</title><content type='html'>I just remember something today. Not actually remember. More to, a flashback while having conversation with my classmate during breakfast at Mac. Also at the same time, let me try doing a '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;linkage'&lt;/span&gt; story post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking about when is the last time we actually properly made a girl cry. I can't remember what's did my classmate did, but I can clearly remember mine, even though is already so many years ago. If my memory is not wrong, it should be around eight years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lynette&lt;/span&gt;, if you see this. I'm sorry, for something I did to you eight years ago. Or so. I think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened was, she was a class monitor or prefect back then. And back then, I seriously hate these kinds of people, especially prefects, even though I always wanted to be one since Primary Two. Irony, five years later, I was elected as the Councillor, followed by Vice-President [which eventually become Executive Councillor because I rejected it], and now I'm running as a Councillor in ITE. But anyway back to the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What she did to me, which made me so furious was that, she sabotaged me during Chinese Oral Examination, because I talk, which result me minus one mark. To me back then, marks are like gold to me, so I can't afford to lose any of it. But hey! She caught me when I was replying to my friend, why didn't she catch the others too? But anyway, I didn't know who did it, but I was so determinate to find out who was it to sabotage me. My hard work finally paid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay here's the exciting part. When I found out it was Lynette who sabotage me, I straight away confronted her, why she did it this to me. She said, 'because I talk'. I find that reply is a little unfair to me, so I continued confronted her, until she cried. When the moment she cried, I knew this was it! I knew I'm so unfriendly. I didn't care how she felt. I feel like a total bastard for making her cry. By then, I don't blame her anymore. You can say I'm a bastard for making her cry. But I was nine years old back then. I was rowdy back then too. It sucks that I didn't put her feeling into my mind and thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you people will say this is stupid. A moment ago, I was angry with her, a moment later, I become so lame. People who know me well, knows that I'm had a very 'soft' heart. Because I sympathise people around me, don't get angry for long or whatever it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till this day, I still regret making her cry. So Lynette, if you really see/read this. I'm seriously sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after the whole crying and the angry thing. We become pretty close. But unfortunately, she left the school the following year. Which I still unable to contact her properly, as of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which this link to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Xiang Qi&lt;/span&gt; which I called her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chess&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chess and I quarrel often, regardless of PA or personal life. We can be quarrelling for the most stupid stuff regarding PA, or quarrelling about how we treated each other. But still we are still very close to each other. We helped each other. Somehow? I'm not sure was it every time we quarrel, we become closer or something, I don't know. HAHA! But still she's nice. Very nice indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PA &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nice&lt;/span&gt;, this made me link to 'Peiyi' and 'PA'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peiyi&lt;/span&gt;, a person who I usually rang up when I'm bored, being lame, asking for some stupid question (which eventually getting stupid answers) or when I'm down.&lt;br /&gt;She's a nice person, always listen to my bullshit or nonsense, even though she's busy or something. But usually watching Television, or updating herself on dramas. I knew she is the first person to turn to when I'm down. Although she can't help sometime, but it made me feel a whole lot better. So thanks Peiyi! (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes about PA! I'm starting to feel sick of helping PA. I don't know why. Probably the whole management team starting to collapse. Hell no, there's no way I'm going to handle a collapsing department, when I desperately trying to make it shine for the past few years. Which I did, and it was screwed by the management team, somehow or somewhere I think? But nonetheless, I don't care. I'm giving in my last shot, because I conclude whether am I really wasting my time, being unproductive, and really think whether is it right to leave. Because I don't see the point, when you make it shine, months later, everything is brought down again to plan/square one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of PA reminds me of my friends. I lost one close friend and my dearest grandmother during my service in PA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which they are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shawn &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my grandmother&lt;/span&gt;. These are the few people I don't get to say goodbye to them, because I was giving my service to PA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shawn&lt;/span&gt;, who is the last living person who still have little memory of my close music friend QY (which they nick her, FS's parnter), died in 2005, due to brain tumor. He died in-front of me, when we finally meet up after when I rush down to meet him after I a event I commanded, which is a total waste of my time event. I blame no one, but myself for doing poor priority coordination schedule. Which made me has no chance to meet him whenever he tried to meet me. He insists wanting to meet me even though he's unwell. Oh damn. What a bastard. Till this day I still live with regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My grandmother&lt;/span&gt;, who dote me the most when I was a kid, till teenager, and yet she kept forgive me and loves, no matter how rude or rowdy I treat her. She loves me more than her own children. Everyone claims my grandmother loves me more among the three grandchildren (which includes me, and my two other cousins). I just feel very regret not paying my last visit to her when she's alive. Screw those PA schedules, which fall on the Saturday! Making me unable to visit her. My dad said this to me when she visit his mother (my grandmother) that, 'Grandma really wanna see you'. But thank heaven for playing game with me, I got a event to command on that particular Saturday (the day I suppose to visit my grandma), and I can't find anyone to replace me, because no one wants to. Hence I was unable to visit my grandmother. She passed away five days later, alone, lonely in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;Again, I blame no one. I blame myself for being such a bastard, putting PA in-front of me instead of someone who dotes me since the day I've born, watching me grow up. Protecting me from getting whack from my parents. Not putting a dying person in-front of me. My grandmother. I just regret for not able to see or say my last word to her. I failed being a proper grandson which she dote the most. I think she had wasted her time loving on me, on a stupid and yet selfish grandson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So overall, no one is to blame. I blame myself for having poor piority settings. And yes, almost everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss them. I really do. I will just tear whenever I think of them. Also I do miss my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;grandfather &lt;/span&gt;who passed away some four months ago, and my close music partner &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;QY&lt;/span&gt;, who made me persuade the dream of music career, who passed away in a freak accident more than five years ago. But in my life, I love them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It won't be long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Beatles - Get Back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-9018477043237280373?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/9018477043237280373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=9018477043237280373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/9018477043237280373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/9018477043237280373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-love-them.html' title='I love them.'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-5338270183569850849</id><published>2008-07-07T21:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T22:16:03.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's agree that...</title><content type='html'>Was on the phone with Hilary another day, when I was asking something about chords. That Hilary and I agree that it will be cool to have your another half that know how to play Piano (provided if you know). Cause, is like so romantic sitting together playing Piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I knew that will not apply to me so anyway, I can jolly well forget about it. Anyway! Still it will be cool to have your another half that know how to play one or a few instruments. That will be cool or nice. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy 13th to Yun Qian!&lt;/span&gt; Mine 13th was four years ago, and I can't remember how it was. Oh yea, I kinda remember, no party or greeting that particular year from parents. Or was it every year? Can't remember and don't bother to recall it anyway. No point recalling it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless. My crap dad got himself a new handphone! A Nokia E71 (picture below)! The predecessor of my current phone, Nokia E61. How cool is that? Totally un-cool! LOL! It's so complicated to use, that my dad decided to loan me for the next one week hopefully! I didn't know that old man is so good in picking phone, is usually I pick for him though. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, the picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5382.jpg" style="width: 338px; height: 248px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view image &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5382.jpg"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(left-right): Nokia E61, Nokia E71. Where the father meets its son.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I freaking miss these people! Those I have met during camp last week ago, or longer. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/Blazee.jpg" style="width: 338px; height: 248px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view image &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/Blazee.jpg"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Credits for photograph: Adi (ITE Dover. College West&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LYNN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Beatles - Real Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-5338270183569850849?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/5338270183569850849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=5338270183569850849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/5338270183569850849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/5338270183569850849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/07/lets-agree-that.html' title='Let&apos;s agree that...'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-1426612231719061804</id><published>2008-07-02T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T18:42:54.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp, Love Lynn, Rip it!</title><content type='html'>I'm back from my three days leadership blaze camp. Obviously! HAHAH! xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was indeed fun. I must admit, this is something like a convention or rather. It kinda reminds me of a convention I've attended some three to four years ago. Haha, those were the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now everything is the past. Time to leave them behind and move on with our life. Well, we can still meet up or something, that's fair enough. I seriously do miss everyone. I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I shall not go much into the camp stuff, because is just mainly some typical camp, everyone have kinda gone through.&lt;br /&gt;But there's one point I do wanna share what we did during the night is that, we the guys, sang song throughout the night. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after the camp, I and some random people went for lunch, before departing, because who knows when we will be meeting again? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, again. After the camp, and the lunch. Went home, adding teammates on both MSN and Friendster. After which I have done those crazy adding, I went for nap. It was pretty short though. After I woke up, I went to help out my friend in recording some songs. Because they need an urgent bassist and pianist. Which happen to be I'm available, so I went down to help them in recording.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which they also allowed me, to play a few of my favourite/self-written songs. I only played three songs which non of them are my self-written songs. By playing and singing three of my songs, I couldn't sing a thing, I was just screaming. After that recording session, I rip (throat) it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? As you know, before the recording session, I had some typical camp requried you to scream/yell like a crazy idiot, which result you losing majority of your voice. And to add on pressure and stress to my throat, I got a sudden recording session in the evening. Ain't that crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as of now, I got no voice! YAY! Well, not really no voice, but pretty sore. Good right? But who cares? I'm still singing Long Tall Sally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love Lynn, 30-6-08.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Beatles - Long Tall Sally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-1426612231719061804?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/1426612231719061804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=1426612231719061804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/1426612231719061804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/1426612231719061804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/07/camp-love-lynn-rip-it.html' title='Camp, Love Lynn, Rip it!'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-6635112635389272811</id><published>2008-06-29T23:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T23:51:46.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Away for camp</title><content type='html'>Hey peeps, I'm away for camp from Monday (30th June) till Wednesday (2nd July). If you're looking for me, just drop me a email at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fengsoon@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;. If needed or appopriate. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I won't be bring my handphone along. Sorry and thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I shall do a proper blogging when I come back from camp okay? (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Real love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-6635112635389272811?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/6635112635389272811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=6635112635389272811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/6635112635389272811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/6635112635389272811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/06/away-for-camp.html' title='Away for camp'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-6872008513687342</id><published>2008-06-26T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T04:04:18.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Marathon of Meetings cum Dream Theory.</title><content type='html'>This is gonna be a long post, I hope.  Is not a ranting post. Hence no worries of getting bored or something. xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, start with what happen this week. Is pretty hectic and messy. I've tons of meeting for the past few days, and not forgetting I still have a few more for the next two days. I call this week the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Marathon of Meetings&lt;/span&gt;. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Monday - Three meetings (friends, organsination, music)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tuesday - Two meetings (dental and friends)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wednesday - One meeting (class meeting)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thursday - Four meetings (two from student council, one from project and music)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friday - One meeting (with teachers)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saturday - One meeting (PA)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunday - One meeting (family)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Crazy isn't it? 12 meetings in a week. That's madness. But I got used to meetings anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, let me officially start proper updating now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as you people know, that people tend to dream. Sometime about good stuff, bad stuff, things you like, you hate, nightmares, about someone, someone you like and etc. Oh! Not forgetting guys favorite, wet dreams. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not going into such stuff. What I've been working on right now, yes got to do with dream. And because I think that dream don't just happen anyhow, I believe is got to do with our brainwave. Things don't happen suddenly, there must be a chain of series how it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is my theory, but please note that you people can disagree with my point of view. Although is not yet proven nor discover yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start of with the basic which has two theory in it and I think and believe that they belongs to here. This is the scenario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. While asleep soundly, you dream of your friend (and your friend dream of you or vice versa) but is just a short while, like "hi-bye" stuff that kind of thing. You can kinda remember what happen during the dream when you woke up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. While asleep soundly, you dream of someone that you know, pass away recently. You can kinda remember what happen during the dream when you woke up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my theory is, this. Look at this lousy picture I have drawn below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/Cross-brainwave.gif" style="width: 333px; height: 182px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view image &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/Cross-brainwave.gif"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called it the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cross Brainwave&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CBC&lt;/span&gt; (Cross Brainwave Chart). It shows that two people are asleep at the same time, and their brainwave kinda cross each other path. Hence resulting illusion of your friend. But of-course, this only applies and happen when two of the people claims to dream of each other. But this only happen one out of a million/billion or trillion or more, per day or maybe per week? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason why I've apply this to dreaming of someone that you know, pass away recently, because, I believe when someone dead, their brain is dead too. Yes physically, but mentally or spiritually, their mentally brainwave could have escape moments before dying, hence, allowing of cross path of someone dream when asleep, and eventually seeing during their sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can disagree with me on this. But I still got one more theory I would like to share with everyone. Same thing, look at this lousy picture I have drawn below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/Y-brainwave.gif" style="width: 264px; height: 169px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view image &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/Y-brainwave.gif"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called it the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y Brainwave&lt;/span&gt; (YB) or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Joint Brainwave&lt;/span&gt; (JBC, Joint Brainwave Chart). Is basically only happen or apply when two people dream of each other. How does it happen? The theory is pretty simple, when one brainwave crosses another, and join together. But I suppose this only happen friends to friends or families to families. Could be with strangers too, I don't know. And what do I mean join together? Is actually, when two brainwaves combine as one at that moment, resulting dreaming of one friend for a pretty long period of time, with conversation held or something. But of-course, this only applies and happens when two of the people claim to dream of each other. But this only happen one out of a million/billion or trillion or more, per day or maybe per week? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its a little no logic, but that's my point of view. I could be right or wrong though. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I suppose this is long enough. Now, I need to go catch some sleep, hope you people don't mind. Till then~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Down on One Knee to…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Beatles - Revolution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-6872008513687342?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/6872008513687342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=6872008513687342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/6872008513687342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/6872008513687342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/06/marathon-of-meetings-cum-dream-theory.html' title='The Marathon of Meetings cum Dream Theory.'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-8487097893408620546</id><published>2008-06-21T21:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T21:58:15.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I knew that the best thing is to help them out... But now, I knew I've fuckin' had it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon my English, I know is very uncommon to see me using/speak the word fuck. But I really had it. Sorry peeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-8487097893408620546?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/8487097893408620546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=8487097893408620546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/8487097893408620546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/8487097893408620546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-knew-that-best-thing-is-to-help-them.html' title=''/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-2445876663976699415</id><published>2008-06-21T16:14:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T17:19:51.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have mercy!</title><content type='html'>For how you hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say, let me phrase this post in terms of four classes. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Rich&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The S.A Middle&lt;/span&gt; (slightly above), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Middle&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Poor&lt;/span&gt;. Is something I read from my email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Rich.&lt;/span&gt; Gets what they want easily&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and by doing that they are kinda easily satisfied. For that moment only &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(I might be wrong)&lt;/span&gt;. They receive extreme loves from their parents, if not either one of their parents. They sympathise and care/love for people who are not as fortunate as them. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(I usually call the rich the very complete family)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The S.A Middle Class.&lt;/span&gt; Get loves from their parents when they are born &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(I might be wrong)&lt;/span&gt;. What they are interested in, their parents will try to get for them as long is reasonable. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(I usually call the S.A Middle Class people, the fairy land)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Middle Class &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I belongs to here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. They don't usually receive the best treatment from parents. You can say their first prototype child have gone wrong. Whatever they are interested in, they have no chance having success in doing them. They usually own their success to their parents (which occasionally is not true). They sympathise and care/love for people who are not as fortunate as them, but in return, they got hurt instead. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(You will never wanna live in this kinda condition)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Poor.&lt;/span&gt; Always happy, small stuff can easily satisfied them. Good example is my friend, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Safwan. &lt;/span&gt;Smoking always makes him happy, so is not surprising if you see me buying cigarette pack and give him the whole pack.. They are poor, but they are very smart. They always receive loves from their parents like the S.A Middle class and The Rich. Although not rich, they will try every means to help their friend. Oh did I mention that they are loyal too? Yes they are very loyal too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So which class do you belong to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is sick, we can't choose as everything is decided for you, whether you like it or not, you have to go along with it. Doesn't matter if you got hurt in the end, is not his/her (person who hurts you) problem. But there's one line I would like to say, is that, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'In the end, the love you take/accepted equal to the love you given/made'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, on the not so depressing side, watch the video below, is a video of us jamming at my house/studio last Thursday. And apparently there's a few funny scene, hence I have turn the video to a comedy sketch instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="321" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/auIAq84siMY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/auIAq84siMY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="321" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Please note there's a few spelling and information mistake on the video. Such as plaing (which is playing) which I didn't notice.&lt;br /&gt;And also at the ending credit, it suppose to be Feng Soon: Drum, Bass Guitar and Guitar, not drum, twice. HAHA. Heh, sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Treat me like you did the night before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-2445876663976699415?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/2445876663976699415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=2445876663976699415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/2445876663976699415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/2445876663976699415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/06/have-mercy.html' title='Have mercy!'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-4911010003838292867</id><published>2008-06-19T10:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T20:17:12.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This what you get for sticking your ass in.</title><content type='html'>You get hated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall just post what really happen yesterday. Do you think which idiot would like to come back during his holiday? The past three weeks, I've been doing shits and stuff for my school and been running around looking for stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst, yesterday, wasn't the best day among all. I should say is the worst I had in my life. Consider the worst after the 26/7th batch I have commanded. The batch I had with me yesterday was the 30th and the 31st batch. God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to be nice, to help the both side, and what did I get? Getting angry at me. So if that's the case, why should I've bother stepping into first place, and help you people to sort things out?! GREAT! Just great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasted my time in you people, making myself feel very unproductive, and blah, blah,  blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't what or how you people think, if that doesn't work out straight, fine. You people handle yourself. I'm just very sick of taking care of you kids nowadays. Moreover, I can't really understand how you people think nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What my job is to help you people or letting you people know how the other party felt, and probably try to let you people feel how the other party felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nah, none of you people really get what I meant, I suppose so. ):&lt;br /&gt;So what's the point? I should really kill myself right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea maybe! No one cares how you felt. Nobody cares. People just get angry on you for just that reason. I should go slap myself and go and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This only makes me feel much more depress even more. I really do wonder why I must help them in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feng Soon, you're just some shit, go and die, nobody really care how you felt and not knowing how much you did for them. You will let people get angry at you, and they will probably starting to dislike you. What loser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel hurt, for being nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-4911010003838292867?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/4911010003838292867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=4911010003838292867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/4911010003838292867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/4911010003838292867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-what-you-get-for-sticking-your-ass.html' title='This what you get for sticking your ass in.'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-7334346823031778124</id><published>2008-06-11T01:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T20:55:15.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is been five years... Solo music work.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://tickers.tickerfactory.com/ezt/d/4;10711;405/st/20030208/e/since+doing+solo+projects/dt/12/k/37c0/event.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't time flies? I don't know it seems like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is pretty or rather very lonely writing songs alone, without any song writing partner. If you have one, is hard to find one that shares the same interests as you. Man I miss her. Is just like the picture above, a lonely plane on some bar lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is hard to find a song writer that shares my type of interest I guess? And can find someone who write and play the same songs/genre as you, is the most special thing and of-course enjoyable and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway on the happier side/note. I'm going into some recording studio soon, to record some of my self-written songs, and maybe some past song writing collaboration with my friends? Is not yet to be confirm, is just a random draft. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If so this will be my second time entering recording studio (first at some random studio). The first time I entered a recording studio is learn some technical stuff, hence is not really to recording, but I did experience some recording session though during the first time I enter the studio. I still have no idea which studio I should borrow this time for the recording. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music, complicated yet very fun to fool with! Is always fun to fool around with music and lyric. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I'm really going for the recording, you people must be wondering, where am I suppose to get my band? Well, I don't need a band actually, I will at most do it on a multi-track recorder. I will be most likely on all instruments, such as, bass guitar, drum, lead guitar, and etc. But not on rhythm guitar as my rhythm guitar foundation isn't as good as what people think. And maybe I will throw in other instruments (e.g. piano, keyboard and etc) if it seem necessary or sounds better for one particular song. Like what I've mention above, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Music, complicated yet very fun to fool with!'&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Is always fun to fool around with music and lyric'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do pardon me this post doesn't make any sense. As I'm awfully tired. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Free, as a bird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bowling For Soup - Almost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-7334346823031778124?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/7334346823031778124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=7334346823031778124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/7334346823031778124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/7334346823031778124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/06/is-been-five-years-solo-music-work.html' title='Is been five years... Solo music work.'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-5203055193857121251</id><published>2008-06-08T19:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T02:25:40.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dang! I'M SO MAD! But never mind! (x</title><content type='html'>I don't believe it! Even the biggest guitar and instruments dealer in Singapore doesn't have the guitar I want in left-handed! MAN! This sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, Feng Soon is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;persistence&lt;/span&gt;! He never dies! He shall go shopping again tomorrow! Or maybe Tuesday. Because he need it by next week and he have to get it by Wednesday, because of rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I'm pretty proud right now, I've complete a few self written song. Among all, there a song which I'm pretty pleased with myself, which I've written is called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tricia&lt;/span&gt;. Is written during the peak of my inspiration or was it when I was thinking about love or was it when I was thinking about the past? Hmm, could be one of them or all of them. But anyway I gonna borrow/rent a recording studio to record this song! Or rather make a album! No! Get the tune and tone together, get a session guitarist to play as rhythm guitar, and record on a multi track recorder. I shall be on bass, drum, vocal, lead guitar and backing vocal together with the session guitarist. And maybe various instruments will throw in. Sucks right? I won't play rhythm guitar because my rhythm guitar foundation isn't as well as what everyone thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cool is this!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I shall be on hiatus again! Be back soon, say probably Wednesday. But who really cares? Or rather bother to read it anyway?! HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I need a wife that plays instrumentS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paul McCartney - Fine Line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-5203055193857121251?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/5203055193857121251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=5203055193857121251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/5203055193857121251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/5203055193857121251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/06/dang-im-so-mad-but-never-mind-x.html' title='Dang! I&apos;M SO MAD! But never mind! (x'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-4322202729080215533</id><published>2008-05-28T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T22:59:15.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody's Child</title><content type='html'>As I was slowly passing&lt;br /&gt;An orphan's home one day&lt;br /&gt;I stopped for just a little while&lt;br /&gt;To watch the childern play&lt;br /&gt;Alone a boy was standing&lt;br /&gt;And when I asked him why&lt;br /&gt;He turned with eyes that could not see&lt;br /&gt;And he began to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm nobody's child&lt;br /&gt;I'm nobody's child&lt;br /&gt;Just like the flowers&lt;br /&gt;I am growing wild&lt;br /&gt;I've got no mammy's kisses&lt;br /&gt;I've got no, no daddy's smile&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wants me&lt;br /&gt;I'm nobody's child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mammy's arms to hold me&lt;br /&gt;Or soothe me when I cry&lt;br /&gt;'Cause sometimes I feel so lonesome&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could die&lt;br /&gt;I'd walk the streets of Heaven&lt;br /&gt;Where all the blind can see&lt;br /&gt;And just like all the other kids there'd be a home for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm nobody's child&lt;br /&gt;I'm nobody's child&lt;br /&gt;Just like the flowers&lt;br /&gt;I'm, I'm growing wild&lt;br /&gt;I've got no mammy's kisses&lt;br /&gt;I've got no, no daddy's smile&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wants me&lt;br /&gt;I'm nobody's child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drag isn't it? But who gives a damn anyway!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-4322202729080215533?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/4322202729080215533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=4322202729080215533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/4322202729080215533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/4322202729080215533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/05/nobodys-child.html' title='Nobody&apos;s Child'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-9219633427650689410</id><published>2008-05-26T19:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T21:37:31.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The neglact child.</title><content type='html'>For once I finally figure out that I'm not really living in reality or probably I've been day dreaming all these while. There's a huge driving force pushing me to suicide somehow. I don't know why. Life have not been very appealing to me since the day I born. Because of being neglact over and over since child till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those are yes, indeed past, but think again, I'm the one who is losing out. Life has not been wonderful since when I was a kid. Parents will only scold, whack and cane the hell out of me when I did something wrong. And never really taught me the right way or the right thing to do. Is very hard to please my parents. Trust me. They expect me to learn &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'13 2'&lt;/span&gt; when I was four years old and do some P5 assignment when I was P1. The present for not knowing the answer (without teaching me how to get it)? Getting your head bang on the table hard! TWICE! They are pusing me to the limit and off the scale!&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, just look back at those days, don't I just have some deprive childhood or something? My parents don't really bother me when I got bullied in school, threaten until I tell them. They don't really bother of keeping track of my daily life. When if I got talent, those were spotted by my teachers and school/classmates instead of parents. Well at least a few manage to spot my talent though. But nonetheless, my parents never gave their support in my talent, nor they don't even support in whatever I do. They just don't want me to disgrace them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother, who don't really look at positive side of my life, afraid I enter EM3 stream back in 2001. In the end I did end up in EM3. But my parents who want to slavage their fame and pride, they end up appealing for me, and resulting me entering EM2. I mean does stream really matters back then? I feel so pressre being their child. I have no sense of being happy, all these while, those laughter, smile, are probably fake. I don't feel great being myself. Being pusing over the limit of what I can do. I really feel disgrace being myself! Why?&lt;br /&gt;Simple. My dad's relatives and my parents will always compare me with those smart ass cousins (mainly from dad's side) I have. Making me sound so disgrace. So what I'm the only cousin who come from NT? So what I come from ITE? Does it really matter to wear a graduation hat in the end? Does it really matter whether I get into university end of the day? Yes you (parents) will feel happy because you finally gain what you wanted over the past ten, twenty years. But how bout me? Like wise I said, you people never really bother me since the day I'm born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I'm good in my favorable three (music [art and drama], ship and airplanes) things? You never let me fulfill one of them. None of my dream would become a reality. To myself and which I believe now, a dream is a dream, forget it about turning it into reality. Is impossible. Getting me a bass guitar next week? Ya right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, let's try not speaking of parents. Why not let's shift to something else? Something that kinda drives me to my grave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, school work and personal affairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School, everything is just so stress up. I don't even have a space to breath or to catch my breath. All I have to do is being push to limit and over it, by both school and parents. I wonder when I sit down and take a little break like five minutes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher/Peer pressure. Demand and supply is high, I have tons of meeting every week, which kept eating into my personal time. If you wanna meet me, don't you expect me to go all the way to your place. Is either okay or forget it. People such as which &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'I don't wanna say'&lt;/span&gt;, you're a teacher in the past to me, but now I'm just a normal friend to you. Yet you need my help, you expect me to run all the way to find you? Like sir! Please I got my own life and difficulty to meet your demand. Helping you in BLPA since Sec 1 till now, I don't even get a bloddy break. All I ask for is a peace for a month, with no one disturbing me and kept complaining to me about PA. Defiantly, every month without failed, I at least receive a complain from the kids.&lt;br /&gt;What about my friends? Of-course, they made me feel like killing myself even more. Many of my close friends have advance to polytechnic, and kinda forgets me. But I believe is, why I need a friend who is in ITE whereby I got better ones at Polytechnic. Perhaps the uniform of ITE lowers my personal value even more. Sometime or somehow I assume those my friends who had been with me, are disgrace with me after I enter ITE. They should rename the school to SYFI (Screw Your Friendship Institute), as they kinda make you lose your past friends.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps Ning Xin is right. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Convention this kind of friendship is only for THAT PERIOD only!'&lt;/span&gt;. Perhaps I edit that sentence a little. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Friendship is only for a LONGER PERIOD only!'&lt;/span&gt;. Friends come and go almost everyday. I do miss my secondary school mates. Well some actually. I really wanna catch up with them, but those I wanna catch up with have either change their number or they are busying with crazy school life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say, BLPA (Boon Lay Secondary Public Address), is probably the main driving point to my grave (under friends, school work and personal affairs)?&lt;br /&gt;Quarrel with Xiang Qi was inevitable. Nonsencial load of stress from the Big Four team, and the teachers are also inevitable. When will they run PA without my help or at least need my help like sometimes but not everytime? Or could they just give me a two weeks break?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How great? A long and mindless post. Bet no one will bother to read it anyway! What a waste of time and everything!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Indeed a sweeet sister! Awww! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;The Beatles - In My Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-9219633427650689410?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/9219633427650689410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=9219633427650689410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/9219633427650689410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/9219633427650689410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/05/neglact-child.html' title='The neglact child.'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-6583391570135619913</id><published>2008-05-22T22:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T22:53:18.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Urge</title><content type='html'>You know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you people have notice, that why I love to whine (even for small matters) and eventually made you people feel annoyed is because, I've sudden become rather very sensitive to feelings and to my natural surrounding happening. I have no one to turn to, don't mention bout my parents as they don't bother. I bet they don't even bother now after neglact of having properly looking after me since when I was six years old. You people are the people who I can turn to! I'm seriously sorry to those people who I've annoyed! SORRY! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've no idea why this happen. My rough guess is because of sudden loss of majority stuff in my life. I know what you people will say, live and move on with it. I try alright? But I guess this ain't easy! :/&lt;br /&gt;But please pardon me! I'm trying to get it over with soon! So please don't be cross with me! HEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a sudden urge to visit my grandma (mother's side) as she's the last grandparent I had, and unfortunately, she is badly ill too. Perhaps that why I would have the sudden urge to visit her. She's also the last grandparent who had left some deep memories of being with her during my childhood. (:&lt;br /&gt;Think about think, it makes me sad. Hence I shall not post more about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in all this sensitive and shit, which somehow result me tear pretty often alone. So people who had never seen me tear or cry before, perhaps here's your chance! (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note a bit! Shall put in points form since they are the easiest way to pass a message or a task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have been elected as a Student Councillor in ITE! Faster congrats me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Secondly, I want a bass guitar! A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LEFT HANDED &lt;/span&gt;BASS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(p.s. Any kind soul willing to donate me a Hofner 500/1 Bass [I don't mind is the contemporary version as long is not the Icon B series]? Cash or guitar are accepted! xD )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3. Thirdly, I want both electric and maybe an acoustic guitar! A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LEFT HANDED&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Lastly, I wanna perform with my band at some public area. Location and time will be disclose when I have decided where, when and when everything is really confirm. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles till then~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm sorry, but this seems to be some misunderstanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beethoven - Love Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-6583391570135619913?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/6583391570135619913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=6583391570135619913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/6583391570135619913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/6583391570135619913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/05/urge.html' title='Urge'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-6993111976199239848</id><published>2008-05-21T21:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T21:26:33.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19th - 17th</title><content type='html'>Hey! First and foremost! I'd like to thank those people who had wished me on my birthday, with two bimbos who have wished me on 18th May, thinking that my birthday is on the 18th May. But nevertheless, I'm grateful! (:&lt;br /&gt;Let me try listing down those wonderful people who had wished me and their form of communication are. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Yawen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(SMS) &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;18th May [The two bimbos!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;-Peiqi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(MSN) &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;18th May [The two bimbos!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Ning Xin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(MSN)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Peiyi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(SMS/MSN/Tagboard)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Dominic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(MSN/Tagboard)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Kai Li (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;SMS/Phone call)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Emmeline &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(SMS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Doris (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Meet up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Bee Guet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(SMS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;-Yong En &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(SMS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Anna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(SMS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Aiza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(SMS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Sophia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(Friendster)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Jun Wen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(Friendster)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Tricia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(SMS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Cassandra Ng &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(Blogger)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*listings are in order of first to the last. But who really cares?! HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again, for taking sometime off to wish me! You people are WONDERFUL! Your wishing to me is indeed precious. As I know some are leaving Singapore by next year! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, birthday trip with Emmeline and gang is indeed wonderful! More information can be steal from her blog. (: As I'm lazy to type it out! HEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say, I just screw eBay. Well actually was yesterday. Was fooling with eBay. Then little did I expect, I click on Buy It Now! I SCREW IT! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, time for dinner! Toddles till then~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll tax your feet for walking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Beatles - Drive My Car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-6993111976199239848?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/6993111976199239848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=6993111976199239848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/6993111976199239848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/6993111976199239848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/05/19th-17th.html' title='19th - 17th'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-2172528861197286453</id><published>2008-05-17T23:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T23:30:30.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MISSING!</title><content type='html'>I just somehow can't think of how to do a proper blogging. Blogging about life and everyday routine is just plain stupid. Is just like writing a song with different lyric but same tempo, beat and chords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man what a total rip-off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is always so fun chatting on the phone with people that you miss. You will be laughing or smiling non-stop, for apart no reason. Probably one reason is because you miss their voice. Like seriously, speaking of that, I do miss lots of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe friends come and go like spending money in your saving account. Let see how many true/good/close friends I've lost in my 17 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost two friends, one is my close music partner also almost to be my lover, and another who is my close friend, who always called me out whenever I'm down. Both of them died in 2003 and 2005 respectively.&lt;br /&gt;I've lost contacts with more than 35 friends, and about less than 10 close friends.&lt;br /&gt;And I've estimated I will lose another three more by mid of next year. Somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to go through this but, is all planned. Everyone got their own life. I can't possible keep them with me all the time. They have to go one day. :/ Oh well but nonetheless is always great to see them successful! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, before I go, people! I don't have a Cold. I had a Bird Flu. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;16th to Jia Le - 12th May&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;16th to Peiyi - 13th May&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;17th to Ning Xin (JIEJIE!) - 18th May&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;'I say again, I don't have a Cold. I had Bird Flu.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;头大大！(head big big)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Beatles - In My Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-2172528861197286453?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/2172528861197286453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=2172528861197286453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/2172528861197286453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/2172528861197286453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/05/missing.html' title='MISSING!'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-551112991986496905</id><published>2008-05-16T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T23:53:15.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry that I have not been doing a proper update recently. But I try will do one tomorrow, if I can find the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh! Please do pardon me, as my hectic schedule does not even spare me even five minutes for a toilet break or doing something personal. I'm way behind schedule for not writing songs. And yes! I'm off to write at least three songs in the my next eight hours song writting marathon. Hopefully I don't die from lack of  sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then (well actually tomorrow or rather later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Beatles - Revoulution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-551112991986496905?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/551112991986496905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=551112991986496905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/551112991986496905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/551112991986496905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/05/sorry-that-i-have-not-been-doing-proper.html' title=''/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-1393329983824997360</id><published>2008-05-12T00:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T01:11:34.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PARENTS! They rock don't they?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Warning: Content is freaking long!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have the intention to blog now, because I have school in less than eight hours time. But I wanna find someone to talk to but apparently, only Cassandra is avaliable, not because I don't wanna tell her, is just that, I don't feel like bothering anyone. Anyway, thanks Cassandra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps blogging could be a way of ranting? I don't know, I've never really try before. Maybe I should try now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 17 years, I wanna thank my parents for bring me up. At the same time, ruin my childhood. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I say that? Simple! Because whatever I want to do, they will just being not supportive, even when I'm having paper (exam) tomorrow! Hilarious isn't? So please laugh! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember once, I got grade A for Music and Art when during two years of my life in pre-school. But apparently, my parents don't even bother on polishing my talent and let it to waste. Sucks right? I know, but never mind. I thought this going to be the end of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I stepped into Primary school, I have been constantly scoring As and sometime A* for Music and Art. But apparently, my parents find it useless, as I cannot make a living in future. Hence I sort of, stop liking music. But still this is not the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I enter Secondary school. My art grade has finally dropped from A (Primary 6) to C (Secondary 1). This also applies to my Music from A (Secondary 1&amp;amp;2) to B.&lt;br /&gt;Wow lovely! My parents finally had gotten what they want! Trashing my talent! Music and Art is a talent not installed in many children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, those parents who want their child to be musical incline never succeed. While vice-versa, those parents who want their child not to be musical incline, will always succeed. This is just such a sick world!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot understand how adults think nowadays! Especially my parents! Why should I go their ways? Even if I did, they don't even bother to go my way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music and Art is just 1/10 of what they did to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe or not, my parent, especially my mother, is very hard to please! No matter I'm top in class, or I'm top 10 in class, my mother will never be please. My dad just doesn’t bother. They are 'really' proud to have me as their son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what, I'm top in this subject? So what I'm the top student this year? You will never be content with my result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's worst? I remember I once got A2 in Science and making myself third in class, my mother gave her worst comment of the year, by saying this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'A2 only? Some more third in class? Why you don't go be the top in the class?'&lt;/span&gt; I regret not awarding/giving her The Worst Comment Award of the Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough with the studies. Let say something personal such as, maybe birthday? YEAH! Since my birthday is coming! Let's talk about birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year during my birthday, they won't really bother to celebrate, because they DON'T BOTHER! HAHA! And I don't know why! This year, nothing special, is like AS USUAL! Friends are the one who usually got me out instead. How sweeeeet! (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only last year, I have a little celebration with my family. But hours before that, my mother made her comment on my exam, and of course, we quarrelled. Stupid shit! Nonetheless, the program resume after the celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years before that, they don't really bother about celebrating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fighting, I remember clearly, when I got into fights when I was P4, at that time I desperately, need to talk to someone about how I feel, or rather I need help, but none of my parents really bother because they are busy. Not until when I got beaten, threaten and bully, then they finally come to my rescue, but by then, everything is just too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly (well not all is been mention though), they aren't supportive. When I first stepped up as a Councillor, only my mother came. Well unwillingly, after much of persuade, she finally come. My dad? Nah he doesn’t give a damn. Work is more important than his own child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's making me laugh and sad at the same time is, when I got promoted to Executive Councillor, none of my parents came, because of working, they don't bother to come or even take a half day leave to watch their son promotion. They even don't bother to ask whether I am promoted or not. While other small fry councillor? Their parents came. FULL HOUSE some more! HAHA! Don't worry! I'm not jealous. *cross fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I stepped into PA, my mother forbid saying is useless. And when I climb up throughout the years and finally reach the post as Commodore (before that was Captain), my mother claim that practically was her effort, because she persuade me to join PA. LIKE HELLO! You forbid me in the first place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more to be said, but nah! Is pointless anyway. I believe more negative than positive remarks will hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To summaries up, my parents provide me food, stuff that I practically don't really need and a shelter.&lt;br /&gt;This house, is no longer a place where I receive love from parents but more to a hotel/place for me to seek shelter leased by my parents and use it when I need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They probably feel disgrace to have me as their child especially my dad because I'm soon gonna be the first or rather second not to graduate from a university and not able to wear a graduation hat. HAHA! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should feel disgrace too! (x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-1393329983824997360?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/1393329983824997360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=1393329983824997360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/1393329983824997360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/1393329983824997360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/05/parents-they-rock-dont-they.html' title='PARENTS! They rock don&apos;t they?'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-6766029990159644186</id><published>2008-05-11T17:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T17:22:31.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby you can drive my car, And maybe I'll love you.</title><content type='html'>I'm back! Sorta! Before I start of this may be a no point post, cos I'm down with serious flu and I can't really think properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this cool? I fall ill on Friday and and have been seriously ill since yesterday, is like, so cool right?! I know! (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Hey! Since I'm talking about Friday, I did something pretty stupid to burn my time before I go school.&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS WHAT I DID! xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/Final.jpg" style="width: 307px; height: 228px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view image &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/Final.jpg"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Warning! Picture size is huge (3181x2120). Best view with a widescreen mointor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose you people have seen better editing before, but I was bored and trying to burn my time, hence I kinda scrap through. Heee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I saw a video on Youtube, and it really caught my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pT4ax5gmxXA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pT4ax5gmxXA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="315" width="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool right I know! Although I don't know who are them, but they are indeed very cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm kinda additicted to this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4066D-MKoME"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4066D-MKoME" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="315" width="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know is old, but is nice! (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me for making such a short and yet no meaning post! Pardon me if these two videos and a picture lag your laptop or desktop. Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ning Xin is $30 richer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bowling For Soup - 1985&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-6766029990159644186?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/6766029990159644186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=6766029990159644186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/6766029990159644186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/6766029990159644186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/05/baby-you-can-drive-my-car-and-maybe-ill.html' title='Baby you can drive my car, And maybe I&apos;ll love you.'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-8096829541825613444</id><published>2008-05-04T01:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T12:37:04.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The pictures cum comic post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/19-04-08_1428.jpg" style="width: 172px; height: 235px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view image &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/19-04-08_1428.jpg"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Probably the best solo picture up to date. I kinda love it though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Above right: Yun Qian.&lt;br /&gt;Credits: Yun Qian (for the photo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, no worries, today post won't be so depressing, or rather i hope not, and wish not. Or whatever it is! HAHA! I'm confused!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I'm on the road to 17 years old soon, in roughly 15 days! WOW! Cool. And how cool is that none &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Crap Musical Family'&lt;/span&gt; members remembers it! Oh well. Its doesn't matter to me anyway. As is just another normal day for everyone including myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what would I present this year? Nah. I better don't think too much. A bass guitar which I'm looking and targeting for years will definitely won't be the present for this year. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what!? Here's another picture I found in my laptop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSC05183.jpg" style="width: 172px; height: 235px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view image &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSC05183.jpg"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Credits: Yun Qian (for the drawing) and Cassandra Ng (for the photograph).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can be a advantage for someone who love to express themselves in the form of art. I love to express my feelings in different ways, especially art. But unfortunately, my art, well, I got a C5 when I was in Sec two. Hence I kinda give up art, but still I love drawing, but sadly, is scientific drawing (e.g. floor plans, blueprints).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I did was I pick up music, which I did picked up years ago. And this made me wonder that can music consider as art too? Cause to me, music is how I express myself, like art. Is like, every single notes represent how one felt at that precise moment. Every beat represent how one felt at every seconds. Song writing represent how one thought/view of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps those imaginative and creative thinkers are probably very good in art. I don't know. But I find it, I had some advantage in song-writing/composing. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, who ever say that cheerful people/lads like me, cannot be emotional sometimes? Apparently, I found this picture/photograph in my hard disk when I was browsing through my old files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSC00551.jpg" style="width: 172px; height: 240px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view image &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSC00551.jpg"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Credits: Cassandra Ng (for the photograph).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my mind wasn't playing a trick, the photograph stated 25th June 2007, two days after I got rejected. This photo is taken probably with my heart still at the bottom of the ocean. But all as now. I feel fine! (:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Cassandra for taking this picture without me knowing! *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least. The reason why I'm always cheerful, ever since I was a kid till now, is because, being too emotional could only result one thing. Harming your own health. If condition worsens, this is what you might face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSC00083.jpg" style="width: 254px; height: 197px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view image &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSC00083.jpg"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Credits: Jun Jie (for the photograph).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting knock down by cars! HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Please just ignore the knock down by cars part, and I have no intention to start a flaming post. Is just a joke so please don't take this seriously.&lt;br /&gt;BUT! There scientific proven that being too emotional might harm your daily routine and/or people around you.&lt;br /&gt;I admit I do get emo sometimes! (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assume this is a very long and crappy post with tons of pictures to entertain you readers. I'm trying to make a comic like blog post, like every pictures is relevant to the topic/story itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND OH! Before I forgot!&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;14th to Xiang Qi - 26th April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;16th to Anna Ng - 4th May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;17th to Emmeline - 4th May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;YELLS!: 'I'm on strike!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't know how, nobody told me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Isley Brothers - Shout!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-8096829541825613444?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/8096829541825613444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=8096829541825613444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/8096829541825613444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/8096829541825613444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/05/pictures-cum-comic-post.html' title='The pictures cum comic post!'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-4320996559614891656</id><published>2008-04-24T21:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T22:03:20.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've updated!</title><content type='html'>For once, I shall be stupid and type this. I've update my blog/livejournal!&lt;br /&gt;Okay! I shall go now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a sudden fancy over instruments solos, such as drum, guitar solo! (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMG! I saw her! I saw HER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-4320996559614891656?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/4320996559614891656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=4320996559614891656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/4320996559614891656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/4320996559614891656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/04/ive-updated.html' title='I&apos;ve updated!'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-952370574280501364</id><published>2008-04-19T00:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T01:16:04.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revolver</title><content type='html'>I'm blogging right now, because I'm having low-self esteem now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because, I'm so useless! Freaking useless or rather. I only make some of my friend’s life miserable.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing my first girlfriend or rather crush died before I got a chance to speak words from my heart to her. Failed to set up a band properly. Failed to get the instrument(s) I want without enough capital and/or in left-handed. Screwed my studies big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow or sometimes, I felt disgrace being a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ITE &lt;/span&gt;students, whereby all my friends are in Polytechnic and JC. Seeing them on the train is indeed making me look like a cuckoo. Everyone has no uniform (other than those in JC), everyone looks cool. I look like a retard with low IQ in some useless uniform. Is not some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;RI&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CJC&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;VJC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ACS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;or some Junior College uniform. I don't really feel proud wearing ITE uniform, although I wear it with my pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my life, 17 years, two friends died before me. One is my good close friend, or rather buddy. Another is my music friend who is also the first girl I fall in love for. I do miss them. I really feel like asking them how are they doing now? Is everything great over there? This also applies to my grandparents (father side) which I deeply miss the most. When one leaves this world, you do have the urge to pay them a visit, which is totally impossible, unless you die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these, makes me think, the only way to carve a name for myself, is to be a musician. But sadly, I can't get the instrument(s) I want, and or want to play. I don't have a place to perform my gigs. I'm not given a chance to show my song writing talent. All those songs I wrote, I suppose, instead of sharing, I think I should sing it to myself instead. Or perhaps I don't even have talent in song writing! Hilarious isn't? Makes you wanna laugh right? Makes you think how freaking useless I am. I know. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life hasn't been wonderful for me, unable to fulfil my dreams. I hurt both my parents feelings, especially my dad, because he didn't object me starting a music band, but or rather didn't want to support me in instruments, because he want me to be more independent, instead of depending on them. I think I really hurt him badly in the past and now. And this makes me wonder why or what actually makes me said all those hurtful remarks? Gees told you people I sucks and I ain't nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't manage PA well, or as good as before, my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Crap Musical Family'&lt;/span&gt; in which I did hurt them, in someway, especially &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cassandra&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shi Ling&lt;/span&gt;, I don't know. Perhaps I'm hurt too? I don't know. I don't wanna know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone around me is just so bloody successful, my joke buddy got a girlfriend just recently, and my previous girlfriend died some five or six years ago. My previous band, some of the band members already started forming their own band, some already on their way to success. I? I being some loony here making nothing, but shits. Wasting my life every single day doing nothing that pleases me. Oh shucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't think, or rather think/figure that do I even have any good points? Even if I do, I believe is only 1/16 of it. Guess I should just take a revolver and shot myself in the head. If not, just kill myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this a damn depressing or a sad post? I doubt anyone will read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm sorry, but I don't regard you as my friend anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Beatles - If I Needed Someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-952370574280501364?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/952370574280501364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=952370574280501364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/952370574280501364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/952370574280501364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/04/revolver.html' title='Revolver'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-539452364221176876</id><published>2008-04-13T08:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T08:29:30.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screwed...</title><content type='html'>To read about the post &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Screwed..'&lt;/span&gt; visit my livejournal. Only people who I added as friends on livejournal will then able to see what I've posted. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link to the post &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'&lt;a href="http://fs-whitestar.livejournal.com/30140.html"&gt;Screwed..&lt;/a&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Revolver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Beatles - Here, There And Everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-539452364221176876?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/539452364221176876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=539452364221176876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/539452364221176876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/539452364221176876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/04/screwed.html' title='Screwed...'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-78377710198583733</id><published>2008-04-09T04:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T04:11:53.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss...</title><content type='html'>Perhaps blog/livejournal or any means of posting personal life on the net, could be useful for ratting too. Because I was about to do it now! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that having your first love is sweet. Not when, she pass away before you manage to confess your feelings to her. That's what happen to me some five years ago. The story somehow goes like this, if my memory is not playing a prank on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five years ago, I was an instrument (music) retarded. But a close friend of my, called me to join her band as a substitute drummer and eventually become a permanent drummer for her band. Even though I suck at instruments back then, but she said this to me, 'I believe you can be better than my current drummer, because I believe in you and your effort'. Man, hella she's supportive! Oh let's call her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;QY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And so here it began, the days I had with her. We got lots of thing in common, the things we like, the type of music, the type of band and etc. I know the two songs we love the most were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Wanderlust'&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paul McCartney&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Band on the Run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paul McCartney and Wings&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;QY &lt;/span&gt;taught me drum back then, and/while she's mostly to be on piano, keyboard and sometimes on drum. She does vocal too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems great, our relationship was way closer than being closer friends. Of-course I eventually fall in love with her. I don't know about her feelings for me. But sadly, before I did manage to confess she died in a car accident a few days before my planned confess. But like oh well. What can I do. All is gone is gone. She's the one who taught me music and instruments. But now she's gone. All I can do is to make her proud by my songs and music. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the time I had with her was short. But we had a great time together. I do miss her though. Till now, it is almost five years. Because of her, I started playing instrument. From one instrument compare to now, nine instruments. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you're wondering why am I bring all this up, because I got a friend who bear a resemblance her in someway, both attitude and personality. Okay. Enough of this, before I miss her like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;A Canadian Born Chinese girl. How cool is that!?&lt;br /&gt;The Beatles - I Need You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-78377710198583733?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/78377710198583733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=78377710198583733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/78377710198583733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/78377710198583733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-miss.html' title='I miss...'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-125115197907262132</id><published>2008-04-06T17:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T17:29:34.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Forum!</title><content type='html'>For once, I shall talk about my life. Only for yesterday! (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday outing was great! Well, is always great whenever I'm with Happy Forum moderators. They are the roots of making people happy! Wait! Am I one of the moderators there? Well, that explains it. LOL! 19 Moderators. That's madness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! I shall start on with what really happen yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went arcading with myself for a good half and hour, lost one match, but who really cares! Then followed by pool, didn't really pay much, but I paid the most, I don't know why. Never mind. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everything, all of us went to Lao Pa-Sat for dinner, then watch soccer. Arsenal versus Liverpool. Result 1-1. But that's probably not the main point. I suppose the main point of my show is me showering people with my lame joke. Where I should say, it sucks! Like seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had two cans of beer last night, and I wasn't drunk! I was tired after drinking it, because I didn't slept last night. I don't usually drink a huge amount of beer. Is just that unlike other teenagers who use penknife to slash their wrist to forget the pain. I used beer. Although is much more expensive. But all solutions is just temporary! No matter how you escape with it. You will need to face it one day. That applies to me, who is facing lots of shits right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, one more thing, before I forgot. I got to know this girl yesterday. Her name is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tessa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;She may seem like some typical girl/lian on the streets. But inside her, she real sweet and nice. Well, everyone is born nice! So guys, when you wanna like a girl, please! Don't ever judge the damn exterior, which is so fake! She's also a girl which, well let me put it in this way. Almost having the same childhood as me, but slightly bad. I shall not mention a few parts of her life, because I respect people privacy. But after listening to her life, is somehow makes me sad. But I'm a guy. I shall hide it! *act I don't know face*&lt;br /&gt;People who know me well, they know I'm a person who is sensitive to natural and people around me. Which means that, I can easily guess someone feeling correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tessa&lt;/span&gt;! If you sees this, you should know what I really meant last night. Come country club! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing, I figure why my dad will never get me a bass guitar. Bassboy = &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Dumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ass&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is you she's thinking of...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Beatles - When I'm Sixty-Four&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-125115197907262132?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/125115197907262132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=125115197907262132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/125115197907262132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/125115197907262132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-forum.html' title='Happy Forum!'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-9001986942283756067</id><published>2008-04-01T23:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T23:39:22.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh man!</title><content type='html'>Oh man! I didn't know that is more than a week I last update this dead place. I not say lazy, is just packed within the past week. Resulting me unable to find anytime to update. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HOHO&lt;/span&gt;! Ain't that sad!? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;xDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh before I move on, congrats to people who got fool-ed today! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let me just update a little on what has happen to me recently. Well technically speaking, NOTHING! Holiday for me, not much of a update for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news! I found a similar yet cheaper guitar! But I still have to get it myself, cannot use loan. ): Oh well, have to go for the hard way I suppose? I seriously got nothing much to update myself recently. Or for the next few weeks. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Long live the Boeing 747!&lt;br /&gt;The Beatles - I'm Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-9001986942283756067?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/9001986942283756067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=9001986942283756067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/9001986942283756067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/9001986942283756067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-man.html' title='Oh man!'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-4084870705432049163</id><published>2008-03-24T20:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T20:48:13.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SISTER NING XIN!! (x</title><content type='html'>Okay, lucky person I gonna mention tonight is Ning Xin (be happy when you sees this)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I have mentioned this before, I've called her jie jie (sister), although there's no blood link. But who really cares anyway? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the real reason why I've decided to post about her is because she had somehow helped me when I'm down, and yesterday phone call, really somehow made me, well I don't know how to phrase it. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In theory, she (Ning Xin), is a very mean girl and blah, blah, blah. But I don't know. She seems nice and caring to me though. That's probably one reason why I got two elder sisters, I love to be spoil! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, the feeling of having someone looking after or rather almost being there for you, is like so wonderful. The feeling is like so warm. Man, that so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to the topic, Ning Xin is a girl I met almost four years ago, a girl who at first give cold shoulder to me, because I was a loud hailer and very annoying/irritating in the past. But as for now, she's pretty cheeky to me. Other than that, she's nice! Really! The yesterday phone call regarding pocket money, really makes me think that she's a girl, who puts others first (other than me), than herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, not forgetting the only time she irritated me was when she kept claiming that she's fat, whereby I don't find her fat. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to sum up everything, she rocks! Only when she says that she's fat. (x OH! Before I forgot, sometime she makes me sad. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Every time I see your face, it reminds me of the places we used to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;But all I got is a photograph. And I realise you're not coming back anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photograph - Ringo Starr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-4084870705432049163?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/4084870705432049163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=4084870705432049163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/4084870705432049163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/4084870705432049163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/03/sister-ning-xin-x.html' title='SISTER NING XIN!! (x'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-5971745213026052478</id><published>2008-03-21T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T00:17:06.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A quick post!</title><content type='html'>Okay, before I start off, in case you're wondering, who the is the person who made the post before me, well she is Xin Yi.&lt;br /&gt;A good/close friend of mine during council and non council years. Technically speaking, I don't how to react for she type in her post on blog. Haha. I seriously speechless of what she have type and left on my blog! Thanks Xin Yi! (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let me get on with the topic. I shall make my post today somehow in bullet points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Get a LH Hofner custom made bass guitar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Get a RH acoustic guitar (and convert to LH)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Get a LH Gibson Les Paul (Epiphone Les Paul if not enough cash)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, first priority is to get a bass guitar first, I need it very, very soon. Somehow I find that people who plays left-handed guitar, like me, are some pretty lonely player. Is not because is unqiue to be a left-handed player, is pretty uncommon, but I suppose soon there will be more left-handed player in future (which I somehow don't want it to happen! HAHA!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be a very short post I suppose. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybe I should get a Rickenbacker too. HOHO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paul McCartney - Freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-5971745213026052478?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/5971745213026052478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=5971745213026052478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/5971745213026052478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/5971745213026052478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/03/quick-post.html' title='A quick post!'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-121791216707298380</id><published>2008-03-18T12:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T18:24:49.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>xinyi's 1st post!!</title><content type='html'>testing 1,2,3. testing 1,2,3. oh.ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hihi everybody!!! i'm xinyi, fengsoon's secondary school friend. i'm very honoured to be given the chance to write in fengsoon's blog. i shall do with all the formalities and get to the point. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i'm to write in ah soon's blog, i supppose i need to write positve things about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feng soon is a ahem nice boy. i get to know him in the student council like 4 years ago. he's one of my best friend in the council. (hmmmm.. that sounds corny) got to know him better after the AEIQ camp.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my impression of ah soon is that he never walk like a normal human being. i never see him walk. he is always either jumping around, hopping around or running around. he's always very busy with council project or with his PA. despite his business, he still try his best to mantain a good relationship with his peers. he never fails to entertain me in msn. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. another thing. he is also a very helpful person. i remember once i ask him to help me do up a video clip for my nephew's birthday during the N level period. he agree immediately with enthusiam and did a really great job. he even stay up till the midnight to complete it on time. was really touched! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's one who you can count on to hype up the atmosphere. especially during camps. he got a really 'rara' spirit. he's usually the one who scream the loudest, start the bombing game and excite everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than being a successful extrovert, he also do things behind the scene. the national anthemn we sing every morning is played by him. regardless of rain or shine, weekdays or week end, he always avail himself to help out with the PA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i have to stop here. i'm meeting my friend at 2pm and it's already 1pm!!! oh no!!  i gotta fly!! bye bye!! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;posted by: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XINYI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-121791216707298380?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/121791216707298380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=121791216707298380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/121791216707298380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/121791216707298380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/03/xinyis-1st-post.html' title='xinyi&apos;s 1st post!!'/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-318373857087592217</id><published>2008-03-15T00:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T01:11:40.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depressssssssssed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things that I have been feeling depress for some times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sudden death of grandfather.&lt;br /&gt;Some rejection&lt;br /&gt;The death of my music friend (around five years ago) who is also the girl I once liked.&lt;br /&gt;The death of my both grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things I'm starting to feel depress on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The damn bass guitar I always wanting to get.&lt;br /&gt;The key chords and coordinating on pianos for the song &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey Jude&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matters that got me feel depress just recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prank I fool Yun Qian yesterday (on both guilty and depress).&lt;br /&gt;Location and price of the bass guitar I want.&lt;br /&gt;Unable to play &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey Jude&lt;/span&gt; properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, depression one side, school half cut down to half day, so my initial intention of ponteng (means skip) has become a official legal ponteng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence I went back to Secondary school to join in the BBQ festival of BLPA hand over day. Anyway, I shall cut short and congrats the following people with their new position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cassandra Ng &lt;/span&gt;as the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;30th Captain of BLPA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Xiang Qi&lt;/span&gt; as the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4th Chief Officer of BLPA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yun Qian&lt;/span&gt; as the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5th First Officer of BLPA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Winnie Ng&lt;/span&gt; as the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2nd Second Officer of BLPA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Welcome aboard to the Big Four team. And I hereby dedicate this last portion post to Yun Qian that, I'm sorry bout the prank I did on you yesterday, I didn't know it gonna be so serious, like overboard! I like seriously sorry! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start to ponder that, whether that, argh, never mind. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sorry. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Beatles - Golden Slumber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-318373857087592217?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/318373857087592217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=318373857087592217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/318373857087592217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/318373857087592217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/03/depressssssssssed.html' title='Depressssssssssed'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-2555201670411801622</id><published>2008-03-12T20:41:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T21:00:25.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate you!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm down with fever (sick), depress (of getting something I want) and a little annoyed (by what's happening around me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose this is a good news to those who hate me. But please keep it to yourself, I don't wanna know who, I mean, this kinda stuff you can keep it to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;To those who care about me, well, thank you!&lt;br /&gt;To those who don't know me, well, hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, before I move on, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DISCLAMER!&lt;/span&gt; Post made below maybe a little offensive to some, hence if you are those damn sensitive types, I suggest you not to read any further, or close this damn blog. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figure, people who each others or myself got their reasons, people who want to be enemy with each other, got their own reasons too. Is definitely something that is maybe in their own view. Ever since I stepped into ITE, I didn't not made any new enemy, is simple, people will appreciates you, if they can see/understand one better. They are the people who are able to see and understand one, and people them (e.g. classmates and etc).&lt;br /&gt;People who hate me, or other people, is basically because they don't get what the opposite party is doing, they thought is something that won't benefit them, or some other negative reasons. But actually no. I did a few of sacrifice (few years back, to some is may not seem to be a sacrifice), but still I still got hate somehow. When I rose up to fame, people tried to sabotage me and tried to pull me down. I mean I don't mind. If this is what they gonna do, why should I stop them. They got their own reason too. Probably is to help me? Benefit them? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate my enemies or people who hate me. Why? In bible verse, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LUKE 6:27-28&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"But I tell you who hear me: Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you, bless those who curse you, pray for those who mistreat you"&lt;/span&gt;. I shall not elaborate on that sentence (like I always do), and let you use your heart and mind to think (cause I think that's the best way of getting an answer, instead of me giving and some not agreeing), why I have never really fought/sabotage back to people who hates me. Or maybe I did, but not to the extend as worst as what did to me. To some maybe yes, different people, different view right? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why the word hate (or dislike or anything mention in the Thesaurus for the word hate) is a bridge for people who misjudge something or something, I suppose, but that's what I think and view anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Some random questions made by some random people asking me for the past week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: Are you a Christian or catholic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nope, none, I'm actually a free thinker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: Then why you read and own a bible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why can't free thinker own and read a bible? I mean, okay, the bible was given by my aunt three years ago. And I somehow enjoy reading it. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: So what religious you categorise yourself in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I suppose, Half-Christian and Half-Buddhist? Due to my dad family side are all Christians and my mom side are all Buddhist. But still I will categorise myself as free-thinker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: What religious would you wanna be if you have a choice.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I still like female guitarist. Maybe female musician. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Beatles - I'm Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-2555201670411801622?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/2555201670411801622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=2555201670411801622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/2555201670411801622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/2555201670411801622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-hate-you.html' title='I hate you!'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-2453815582464448054</id><published>2008-03-08T01:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T02:23:26.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apparently</title><content type='html'>To people who are very sensitive right now. Please leave this damn blog. If people have no sense of judgement, please leave also. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer!&lt;/span&gt; This post have no intention of indirectly saying one person or more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, people don't know what they are doing on the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By, making use of my name on other people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tagboard&lt;/span&gt;. WOW! I must thank you people man! By increasing my fame in the negative way. Thank god, they know I'm not such a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brainless people. I have to agree a article I read on the newspaper few weeks ago. Dumb and Dumber. Basically, whatever people wrote on your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tagboard&lt;/span&gt;, or rather scold things that are related to you (such as parents, personal stuff and etc), you could actually sue them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically speaking, they are violating and misused their 'power' (Internet) to post such stuff on the net. Remember, this is Internet, everyone or rather the world is looking at you. Post whatever you like/want, end of the day, getting caught is you, not me. Since I have a Password logger, is not surprising if I also have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;IP&lt;/span&gt; logger, to track who are those unidentified crap head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever shits you post here, can be easily track down, to who is the user name, where does the poster live and etc. I mean, for what? Anything that being posted negativity (such as using others name, posting negative comments like scolding some other parents), can be consider as violating/misuse of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cyber&lt;/span&gt; Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember once, there's one who posted on a forum, title 'Bomb in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Toa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Payoh&lt;/span&gt; Bus Interchange'? Which turn out to be a hoax? Police manage to track that bastard down, even though he's tapping into other people network?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posting tools, such as Blogger, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Livejournal&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Wordpress&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Xanga&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Tagboard&lt;/span&gt;, Forums are some online positing tools. You can write whatever you want, is freedom of speech here. Just be careful of what you're typing, you may get sue without knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is the disadvantage of Internet. The world is looking at you. So think again on what you're posting/typing, before you get your ass fry! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is just a word of advice, you may choose to ignore it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dumb ass! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p.s: I feel like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;suing&lt;/span&gt; some asses!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-2453815582464448054?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/2453815582464448054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=2453815582464448054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/2453815582464448054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/2453815582464448054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/03/apparently.html' title='Apparently'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-4143696151708671262</id><published>2008-03-06T20:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T20:35:28.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm proud of my grandparents! (x</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF2380.jpg" style="width: 235px; height: 306px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view image &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF2380.jpg"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Standing (L-R): My elder cousin and ME!&lt;br /&gt;Sitting (L-R): My grandfather and my grandmother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF2381.jpg" style="width: 301px; height: 222px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view image &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF2381.jpg"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My grandparents. (picture taken three years ago)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from my grandfather's funeral. Everyone is down and sad, as we didn't expect him to leave us so soon. What's best is, he pass away, three days later I visit him alone at hospital in Malaysia. He's seriously ill, when I last saw him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, he's gone, probably reunite with my grandmother who pass away 97 days before my grandfather &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(4th March 2008)&lt;/span&gt;. I suppose my grandmother have come to take him (grandfather) away, or not, my grandfather probably miss my grandmother too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much I could describe how great my grandparents are, I suppose the best I could describe is, I'm proud to be their grandson. The youngest among the three grandchildren which my grandparents dotes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother who is a kind lady, a detriment lady who kept battling with her illness since mid 2006. But sadly, I think she had enough, and pass away peacefully at the age of 92.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While my grandfather, who is a strong and lovely guy, who is so strong that I still lost to him when I had arm-wrestling with him, two years ago. I suppose I can or will never able to win him. He's a guy who able to tolerate anything, I remember once when I was 8, we went to Jurong Bird Park, he injured his leg, but didn't bother to tell us, instead of keeping to himself. Also, when his wife (my grandmother) pass away, my grandfather didn't really cry, he just mere drop a tear or two. He's indeed strong, and it hurts me whenever I think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again this time when battling with his illness, he kept quiet all along. Ignoring all the pain he suffered on the bed. He can live longer, but he decided to give up his life by removing the oxygen supply from his nose, right after breakfast. I suppose there are two reasons why he gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. He had enough of suffering also knowing that he will die sooner or later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. He doesn’t wanna us to see him suffer and suffer along with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose these two reasons are reasonable enough. Anyway, I regret for being so rowdy towards them when I was a kid. Yet they forgive me over and over again which made me so guilty. Now they are gone and I can't do anything much. I think I should fulfil their wishes which I would not wanna mention out. I hope and pray this is the best solution for me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on the lighter and less-depressing side, I have decided to upload my ex-band &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(disband as of 1st Jan 08)&lt;/span&gt; video. Video also includes one re-arranged version of Boon Lay Secondary School song done by ME! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jks03j5bHgw"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jks03j5bHgw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="315" width="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Members and Instruments:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rahiman - Guitar&lt;br /&gt;Sufi - Guitar&lt;br /&gt;Asrafi - Bass and Drum&lt;br /&gt;Feng Soon - Drum and Bass&lt;br /&gt;Iskandar - Drum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I look like a idiot playing a right-handed guitar in the wrong way. Cause I don't play right-handed guitar, I play left. Ironically, I play a right-handed drum, and I use right hand to write. Weird isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: Pardon me for bad English, as my mind is not on updating or rather thinking today. SORRY! )x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas Selemat Bin Hari Raya! LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Beatles - Hey Jude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-4143696151708671262?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/4143696151708671262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=4143696151708671262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/4143696151708671262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/4143696151708671262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-proud-of-my-grandparents-x.html' title='I&apos;m proud of my grandparents! (x'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-4596637220333865674</id><published>2008-03-05T21:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T21:29:36.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11th August - Catching Ups.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11th August - Catching Ups&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(23 photographs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dining with some Secondary Juniors, doing some catching ups with them, since I miss them so much. But I suppose I think I kinda over did today. Sorry if I've over did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless PHOTOGRAPHS! And I kinda like my photograph skills for taking life/moving things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5603.jpg" style="width: 292px; height: 214px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view image &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5603.jpg"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5610.jpg" style="width: 292px; height: 214px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view image &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5610.jpg"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5603.jpg" style="width: 292px; height: 214px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view image &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5603.jpg"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5614.jpg" style="width: 292px; height: 214px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view image &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5614.jpg"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5615.jpg" style="width: 292px; height: 214px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view image &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5615.jpg"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5616.jpg" style="width: 292px; height: 214px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view image &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5616.jpg"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5617.jpg" style="width: 292px; height: 214px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view image &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5617.jpg"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5622.jpg" style="width: 292px; height: 214px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view image &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5622.jpg"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5626.jpg" style="width: 292px; height: 214px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view image &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5626.jpg"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5627.jpg" style="width: 292px; height: 214px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view image &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5627.jpg"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5628.jpg" style="width: 292px; height: 214px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view image &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5628.jpg"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5629.jpg" style="width: 292px; height: 214px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view image &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5629.jpg"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5630.jpg" style="width: 292px; height: 214px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view image &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5630.jpg"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5634.jpg" style="width: 292px; height: 214px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view image &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5634.jpg"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5637.jpg" style="width: 292px; height: 214px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view image &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5637.jpg"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5639.jpg" style="width: 292px; height: 214px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view image &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5639.jpg"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5640.jpg" style="width: 292px; height: 214px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view image &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5640.jpg"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5643.jpg" style="width: 292px; height: 214px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view image &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5643.jpg"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The brother and the sister part I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5644.jpg" style="width: 292px; height: 214px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view image &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5644.jpg"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The brother and the sister part II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5647.jpg" style="width: 292px; height: 214px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view image &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5647.jpg"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Hopeful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5651.jpg" style="width: 292px; height: 214px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view image &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5651.jpg"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5652.jpg" style="width: 292px; height: 214px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view image &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5652.jpg"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5656.jpg" style="width: 292px; height: 214px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view image &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5656.jpg"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gossip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to &lt;a href="http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/08/main-page.html"&gt;main page&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-4596637220333865674?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/4596637220333865674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=4596637220333865674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/4596637220333865674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/4596637220333865674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/08/11th-august-catching-ups.html' title='11th August - Catching Ups.'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31879598.post-1378192580598532243</id><published>2008-03-05T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T21:26:44.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9th August 2008 - NDP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9th August 2008 - NDP&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(19 photographs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out early in the morning with Soon Yi. Just to catch a sporting view of the firework. Kinda happy with all the photographs I've taken. But nevertheless, I shall let the photographs do the talking, as NDP is common throughout the year, and pictures paints a thousand words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5403.jpg" style="width: 292px; height: 214px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view image &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5403.jpg"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Heart of Singapore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5419.jpg" style="width: 292px; height: 214px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view image &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5419.jpg"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5432.jpg" style="width: 292px; height: 214px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view image &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5432.jpg"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Very natural and a very cute little girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5459.jpg" style="width: 292px; height: 214px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view image &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5459.jpg"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fly by of the State Flag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5463.jpg" style="width: 292px; height: 214px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view image &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5463.jpg"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5459.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5465.jpg" style="width: 292px; height: 214px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view image &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5465.jpg"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5466.jpg" style="width: 292px; height: 214px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view image &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5466.jpg"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5469.jpg" style="width: 292px; height: 214px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view image &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5469.jpg"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5551.jpg" style="width: 292px; height: 214px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view image &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5551.jpg"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5555.jpg" style="width: 292px; height: 214px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view image &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5555.jpg"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5556.jpg" style="width: 292px; height: 214px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view image &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5556.jpg"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5565.jpg" style="width: 292px; height: 214px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view image &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5565.jpg"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5568.jpg" style="width: 292px; height: 214px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view image &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5568.jpg"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5572.jpg" style="width: 292px; height: 214px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view image &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5572.jpg"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5583.jpg" style="width: 292px; height: 214px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view image &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5583.jpg"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5586.jpg" style="width: 292px; height: 214px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view image &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5586.jpg"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5587.jpg" style="width: 292px; height: 214px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view image &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5587.jpg"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5588.jpg" style="width: 292px; height: 214px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view image &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5588.jpg"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5589.jpg" style="width: 292px; height: 214px;" jpg="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view image &lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d63/blss/DSCF5589.jpg"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to &lt;a href="http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/08/main-page.html"&gt;main page&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31879598-1378192580598532243?l=ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/feeds/1378192580598532243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31879598&amp;postID=1378192580598532243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/1378192580598532243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31879598/posts/default/1378192580598532243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericmccartney-tan.blogspot.com/2008/08/9th-august-2008-ndp.html' title='9th August 2008 - NDP'/><author><name>Feng Soon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06677395941999108907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7XdJYLeY6k/SmNNgAjmJfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dvueo1qbjns/S220/n514947343_1836700_201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
