<?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-5504720</id><updated>2011-08-17T03:02:38.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Shades of Grey</title><subtitle type='html'>I heard two men talking on the radio in a cross-fire kind of new reality show / Uncovering the ways to plan the next big attack /
they were counting down the days to stab the brother in the be-right-back / after this
the unavoidable kiss, where the minty fresh death breath is sure to outlast his catastrophe /
 dance with me, because if you've got the poison, I've got the remedy /</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>280</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-4720657003572446864</id><published>2007-07-04T23:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T23:39:16.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A little sad to say this, butI'VE MOVED.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/4720657003572446864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=4720657003572446864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/4720657003572446864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/4720657003572446864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2007/07/little-sad-to-say-this-but-ive-moved.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-6606838939678800749</id><published>2007-06-27T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T12:05:40.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, once again, we are saved by puddingPlease watch The Girl Who Leapt Through Time (now out in theatres, go!) if only because you will crack a rib from all the laughing. Them Japanese will always, in the middle of a breezily overused time-travel plot, plunge in right where it hurts with sweet wisdom: love bumps and shifts in clumsy, fickle fashion, but will someday be ready in a quiet and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/6606838939678800749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=6606838939678800749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/6606838939678800749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/6606838939678800749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-again-we-are-saved-by-pudding-please.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X35csBYOJjg/RoE4Sn5zU2I/AAAAAAAAAPU/g1Apy9cj-KM/s72-c/225032391_7e4136960d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-8209165929548593387</id><published>2007-06-25T21:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T22:51:30.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A gun and a pack of sandwichesThe most graphic, painful and lovingly crafted series about funeral directors you're likely to seeThere are few things that leave you seriously uncertain about how to respond, chuckles entangling with tear ducts, so one ends up choked and confused - but in a good, warm sort of way, like a pat on the back after a good cry. Like a Wes Anderson movie or Six Feet Under. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/8209165929548593387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=8209165929548593387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/8209165929548593387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/8209165929548593387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-2586857693939480607</id><published>2007-06-17T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T20:50:52.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Because my sister and I just re-watched Baz Luhrmann's Romeo + Juliet we can't stop roaring things like "TEMPT NOT A DESPERATE MAN" and "THEN I DEFY YOU, STARS" at each other the way the actors sound like they are having high-volume seizures in every speech. It's also been a week of spicy food and wine and hot evenings and a lot of laughing.I've always believed that small talk is necessary before</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/2586857693939480607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=2586857693939480607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/2586857693939480607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/2586857693939480607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2007/06/because-my-sister-and-i-just-re-watched.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-8435936824346432091</id><published>2007-05-31T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T11:43:19.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Mass mentality"Craig Thompson's Blankets, pg 106-107I attended the Global Day of Prayer held at Kallang and as much as it was an especial mark for Pentecost Sunday, the event felt more like National Day Parade For Christians. Of course I'm overtly cynical about celebrations, as much as I love them - but why did I find Reverend Kong's "Clap for God! Louder!" as pathetically crowd-drumming as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/8435936824346432091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=8435936824346432091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/8435936824346432091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/8435936824346432091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2007/05/mass-mentality-craig-thompsons-blankets.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X35csBYOJjg/Rl4m9X8TCPI/AAAAAAAAAPE/0qLkH1JWXZ4/s72-c/blankets1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-5715380002171607945</id><published>2007-05-30T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T11:44:38.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When you said tulips I knew that you're minePolitically incorrect quote of the week: "They tell me, and anyway it is probably half-true, that homosexuals are creative writers, dancers, et cetera. If we want creative people, then we've got to put up with their idiosyncrasies so long as they don't infect the heartland."- Lee Kuan Yew</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/5715380002171607945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=5715380002171607945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/5715380002171607945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/5715380002171607945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2007/05/when-you-said-tulips-i-knew-that-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-939952584722289350</id><published>2007-05-23T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T00:55:00.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thanks to Hannah and Jon for the stunningly framed photos and Lily for starring (I'm sure you won't mind...)Considering all the pictures, graduation looked like a perfect day and gathering of my friends' families or "still point[s] in a turning world" - what could be more fit for celebration? I suddenly feel excited about being part of a university with very old-fashioned, sentimental </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/939952584722289350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=939952584722289350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/939952584722289350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/939952584722289350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2007/05/thanks-to-hannah-and-jon-for-photos-and.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X35csBYOJjg/RlRl4X8TCOI/AAAAAAAAAO8/SkvKM6nQO6o/s72-c/n1509589_33145553_9091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-151311876167961641</id><published>2007-05-17T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T20:15:03.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I realise that I'm never going to get along with other Wong Kar Wai fans, mainly because I love 2046 and hate Chungking Express. How many fucking times do you need to hear "California Dreaming"? At the same time, how many times do you need to hear the story about whispering your secrets into a hole in a tree?After flipping out reading a comment about 2046 being "rather horrid", I don't think it's</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/151311876167961641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=151311876167961641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/151311876167961641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/151311876167961641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-realise-that-im-never-going-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-1495191849889610603</id><published>2007-05-10T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T03:39:28.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>True story - at 3am this morning I went outside to dump my trash and there was a boy squatting in the circle outside Gwathmey, writing in the sand. As I slipped past, I heard my name. It was a terrifying moment, until I realised it was Brian. He had earlier made a bonfire out of the pizza boxes he'd been using to construct models for architecture class and was writing a message with the ashes. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/1495191849889610603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=1495191849889610603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/1495191849889610603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/1495191849889610603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2007/05/true-story-at-3am-this-morning-i-went.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-8311081170511948852</id><published>2007-05-01T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T14:25:16.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pillows, Powerpoints, pizza, what we spent weeks preparing for - worth it.My life as of now:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/8311081170511948852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=8311081170511948852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/8311081170511948852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/8311081170511948852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-we-spent-weeks-preparing-for-worth.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X35csBYOJjg/RjbcFlE8tzI/AAAAAAAAAMg/u2HPhYLKJ28/s72-c/4th+yr+sendoff+4.28.07+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-8191536758325883235</id><published>2007-04-29T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T14:02:30.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sorry to the infinite powerI've been accepted into the Critical Approaches to Children Lit class for next sem I really wanted and sat for a while despairing over dropping my seat in either Japanese or Spanish, exasperated my boss enough to have her drop her scary customer service face and be almost satisfyingly rude, then wrote an Avril review. Three sendoffs all stuffed into one weekend. I don't</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/8191536758325883235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=8191536758325883235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/8191536758325883235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/8191536758325883235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2007/04/sorry-to-infinite-power-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X35csBYOJjg/RjUnZlE8tsI/AAAAAAAAALo/pxuF1y-9Jwc/s72-c/PICT3952.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-7882125275448267698</id><published>2007-04-19T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T11:49:32.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Baby says I can't come with himAnd I had read all of this in his eyesLong before he even said soToo much time spend on closing doorsAnd it'll be just as quiet when I leaveAs it was when I first got here- Rachel Yamagata, "Quiet"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/7882125275448267698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=7882125275448267698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/7882125275448267698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/7882125275448267698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2007/04/baby-says-i-cant-come-with-him-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-1852415904639134918</id><published>2007-04-18T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T03:15:14.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thanks for the classic example, CNN</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/1852415904639134918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=1852415904639134918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/1852415904639134918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/1852415904639134918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2007/04/thanks-for-classic-example-cnn.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X35csBYOJjg/RiZuKpCWCvI/AAAAAAAAALI/1oPH9qRaaIo/s72-c/cnn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-8882983910861752175</id><published>2007-04-17T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T04:36:32.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/8882983910861752175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=8882983910861752175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/8882983910861752175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/8882983910861752175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-interesting-to-learn-that-gunman.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X35csBYOJjg/RiUp7IOd1zI/AAAAAAAAALA/njFsM9FAkkM/s72-c/n1511627_32845871_2411.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-6444085985454141401</id><published>2007-04-16T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T03:02:56.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"For or against us"33 dead in Virginia Tech shootingsOn April 20, 1999, I picked up the paper and read about the Columbine shootings. I read it cover to cover and cried. I can clearly remember The New Paper's two-page spread detailing the route the gunmen took through their high school. Keeping in mind this blubbering twelve-year-old, I'm currently minoring in Media Studies, a department where </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/6444085985454141401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=6444085985454141401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/6444085985454141401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/6444085985454141401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2007/04/for-or-against-us-22-dead-in-virginia.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-1314091300347111918</id><published>2007-04-11T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T05:21:54.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night, we met the boys of Wong Fu whom I wrote about last Feb!Wong Fu are a group of Asian-American guys who recently graduated from the University of San Diego. The boys started out making music videos and shorts in college that grew wildly popular through youtube distribution. They now have their own media production company that does graphic design, music video/ad direction and stuff like</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/1314091300347111918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/1314091300347111918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2007/04/last-night-we-met-boys-of-wong-fu-whom.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X35csBYOJjg/Rh445YOd1wI/AAAAAAAAAKo/9-xquDjHVgg/s72-c/Wong+Fu+Productions+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-5197428109554065923</id><published>2007-04-07T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T10:58:14.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My unintendedI'm sorry to have to drive knives into a Joseph Gordon-Levitt movie, but it is a must! Joanne liked Joseph, though, so, points.Happy Easter. CCF went to a Passover dinner at the Hillel Center on Good Friday, crunched unleavened bread, made Jewish friends and saw classmates I didn't in the least expect to be Jewish. One guy from Media Studies looked at me funny, with a "Dear God, the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/5197428109554065923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=5197428109554065923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/5197428109554065923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/5197428109554065923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-unintended-im-sorry-to-have-to-drive.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-6607904178508956436</id><published>2007-03-26T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T13:57:32.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Always.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/6607904178508956436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=6607904178508956436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/6607904178508956436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/6607904178508956436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2007/03/love-you-long-time-always.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X35csBYOJjg/RgdfpftMPLI/AAAAAAAAAKc/8EPC9zs3Z_s/s72-c/DSCF9922.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-2963115146890949440</id><published>2007-03-19T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T14:17:41.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Futuresex/loveshowFirst note of the evening - Justin Timberlake is a prima donna.Maybe you knew that already, but seriously after an AMAZING opening set from Pink - who succeeded in combining unbeatable showmanship working the 360-degree stage and being utterly dorky-adorable into one sexy, muscular, hang-upside-on-pink-rope-with-no-security-cables package - and an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/2963115146890949440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=2963115146890949440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/2963115146890949440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/2963115146890949440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2007/03/futuresexloveshow-first-note-of-evening.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X35csBYOJjg/Rf4mWomX0xI/AAAAAAAAAKU/UPqbZzsegkE/s72-c/PICT3941.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-352547258896871688</id><published>2007-03-17T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T17:20:23.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Remember being loved.Especially if it involves a Hershey's Kiss big enough to bai nian with!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/352547258896871688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/352547258896871688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2007/03/remember-being-loved-especially-if-it.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X35csBYOJjg/Rfuk0WNh3zI/AAAAAAAAAIc/cuI8AwlWTzc/s72-c/Pict3886.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-6020955669961644556</id><published>2007-03-15T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T18:12:06.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ScrapsDoes this look like technicolour Singapore? That's Miami for you.My Japanese-in-translation teacher is a frail woman who wears brightly patterned sweaters, running pants and sneakers to every class. She refused to cancel class even after a complicated dental surgery and talked calmly for an hour and a half with an ice pack pressed to her face with her right hand, gesturing with her left, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/6020955669961644556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=6020955669961644556' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/6020955669961644556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/6020955669961644556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2007/03/scraps-does-this-look-like-technicolour.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X35csBYOJjg/Rfm1WmNh3MI/AAAAAAAAADk/R6jwwuzPWgA/s72-c/n1503021_32527248_232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-4254189041599116021</id><published>2007-03-02T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T01:55:56.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So please, / Let's take these broken hearts and use / Let's use only what we really needIt is spring break. I am going to New York Cancun ASB Charlottesville Florida with seven other very excited S'poreans. Put a check next to this dream, especially since I just found out we may have time to go to Little Havana in Miami and Ruyi and I were running around our rooms in ellipses musing about what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/4254189041599116021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=4254189041599116021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/4254189041599116021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/4254189041599116021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-please-lets-take-these-broken-hearts.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-2609235313941002235</id><published>2007-02-20T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T14:36:43.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To you back home,Eat. Drink. Be merry.Don't be a sad even it's in not your holiday lah.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/2609235313941002235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=2609235313941002235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/2609235313941002235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/2609235313941002235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2007/02/to-you-back-home-eat.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X35csBYOJjg/RdqVynXA-TI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YFxbBAXF8MA/s72-c/n1518332_32387379_3398.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-1822999873302181829</id><published>2007-02-20T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T14:20:08.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let no atom dropThe world and life's too big to pass for a dream,And I do these wild things in sheer despite,And play the fooleries you catch me at,In pure rage! ... all I want's the thingSettled for ever one way. As it is,You tell too many lies and hurt yourself,You don't like what you only like too much,You do like what, if given you at your word,You find abundantly detestable.For me, I think I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/1822999873302181829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=1822999873302181829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/1822999873302181829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/1822999873302181829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2007/02/let-no-atom-drop-world-and-lifes-too.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-7146137571720587744</id><published>2007-02-07T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T07:23:35.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Count it!Our lake froze over, but we can't go sliding on it yet. Fei and I tested.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/7146137571720587744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=7146137571720587744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/7146137571720587744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/7146137571720587744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2007/02/count-it.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X35csBYOJjg/Rcpa9Hx5LqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NlvYeXyWNjg/s72-c/DSCF4366.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-5216068788003117617</id><published>2007-01-29T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T11:21:11.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Did he just say "blaxploitation pimp"?Spring break decisions, decisions:        Cancun Florida         New York              Pros- Hello, CANCUNCons- Will seriously cut into resolve to spend less this semester- Have kind of already committed to New York       Pros- Will see Caren- Much more affordable - no need to spend on residence, people can drive, etc.Cons- Have been there before   Blame it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/5216068788003117617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=5216068788003117617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/5216068788003117617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/5216068788003117617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2007/01/spring-break-decisions-decisions-cancun.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-116919166123408142</id><published>2007-01-19T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T16:00:22.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I gave Alice a 学业进步 CNY pennant and she's incongruously hung it on her door next to the Johnny Depp and New Zealand posters. Also, there are six SMU exchange students this spring and two girls are on my floor, one of who turned out to be an ex-primary school classmate; it was so funny when Erin invited me over to their room to say hi and I saw Cheryl and we gaped at each other for about five </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/116919166123408142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=116919166123408142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/116919166123408142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/116919166123408142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-gave-alice-cny-pennant-and-shes.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-116915865033955523</id><published>2007-01-19T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T04:55:08.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A poet lives here.No sadness maycross this threshold ...No.No entry.Flapyour bat's wings,I will trample the feathersthat fall from your mantle,I will sweep the bits and piecesof your carcass tothe four corners of the wind,I will wring your neck,I will stitch your eyelids shut,I will sew your shroud,sadness, and bury your rodent bonesbeneath the springtime of an apple tree.- Pablo Neruda</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/116915865033955523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=116915865033955523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/116915865033955523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/116915865033955523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2007/01/poet-lives-here.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-116870841754108435</id><published>2007-01-14T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T01:13:37.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There's always the disorienting desire to 大哭一场 before leaving - not purely out of miss-everyone sadness but also only understanding a fraction of the enormity of lives to juggle - but it never happens. Maybe it's the complete inability to understand why some people can so freely inflict emotions on others who can only awkwardly try to comprehend. While it's a new idea to remember "there is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/116870841754108435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=116870841754108435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/116870841754108435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/116870841754108435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2007/01/theres-always-disorienting-desire-to.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-116859077847764564</id><published>2007-01-12T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T16:32:58.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/116859077847764564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=116859077847764564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/116859077847764564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/116859077847764564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y182/thesoundapples/The%202nd/th_truelove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-116827342815448419</id><published>2007-01-09T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T00:23:48.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In The Mood For Love inside joke[s. ning] every possible training says:But seriously[s. ning] every possible training says:Again, the repetition[s. ning] every possible training says:How many times do we have to see maggie cheung walk home from the noodle storegm - says:LOLgm - says:as many times as long as they have spare cheongsams</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/116827342815448419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=116827342815448419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/116827342815448419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/116827342815448419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2007/01/in-mood-for-love-inside-joke-s.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-116772614088236350</id><published>2007-01-02T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T16:22:21.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Twice in a single sentenceMy mother unearthed a letter from a very early part of our history that contained pictures.While the photos are light and grainy you can tell one girl is wearing pink and the other blue in the first picture and since I always wore pink I should be the one in the white heels but quite honestly if she was turned the right way round I really wouldn't be able to tell. It's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/116772614088236350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=116772614088236350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/116772614088236350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/116772614088236350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2007/01/twice-in-single-sentence-my-mother.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-116731113745875673</id><published>2006-12-28T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T21:05:37.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A few reasons why my fiercely individualistic former sec school principal continues to shape the kind of person I want to be, after all:(from The Straits Times, Dec 28 2006)  She had especial distaste for parents who tried to get their daughters into the school through connections and donationsShe decided against introducing the Gifted Education Programme or the integrated programme because she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/116731113745875673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=116731113745875673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/116731113745875673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/116731113745875673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/12/few-reasons-why-my-fiercely.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-116731018942590710</id><published>2006-12-28T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T20:52:23.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Light up, light up, as if you have a choice      So far there's been long talks, enjoying friendships because I've stopped evaluating them - so hopefully forgetting the calculations that come with getting older. I smell strongly of chopped onions because of cooking for the 1c potluck. Christmas and the good awkwardness (because I can't stop pushing at the wall until it collapses into soap and all</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/116731018942590710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=116731018942590710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/116731018942590710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/116731018942590710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/12/light-up-light-up-as-if-you-have.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-116619836555841313</id><published>2006-12-15T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T09:24:18.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You might call 'em several sunlit daysChristmas parties are a rollercoaster rideIt's official I'm a multitasker! Wednesday night I took a bus to Barracks to buy farewell flowers, went back to Gwathmey to pick up my books, delivered the roses to MoHo and Hereford after sneaking around asking where the rooms were and waiting looking suspicious for residents to swipe me in, then went to the library </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/116619836555841313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=116619836555841313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/116619836555841313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/116619836555841313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/12/you-might-call-em-several-sunlit-days.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-116555338862666421</id><published>2006-12-07T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T13:13:04.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh great white city I've got the adequate committee Where have your walls gone? I think about it now Chicago, in fashion, the soft drinks, expansion Oh Columbia! From Paris, incentive, like Cream of Wheat invented, The Ferris Wheel! Oh great intentions... I drove to New York in a van, with my friend We slept in parking lots I don't mind, I don't mind I was in love with the placein my mind, in my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/116555338862666421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=116555338862666421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/116555338862666421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/116555338862666421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/12/oh-great-white-city-ive-got-adequate.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-116539291390243706</id><published>2006-12-06T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T16:31:33.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Something to do with foodIt was Shu-En's 21st birthday last weekend; really have to give this lady mad props for her endless, spontaneous creativity that entailed Turkish dining, cupcake-decorating competition and a cow piñata! Gorgeous photos gacked from Helen. You can't help but love how the bday girl appears to be dancing on the spot with glee in the second picture. It's the last day of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/116539291390243706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=116539291390243706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/116539291390243706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/116539291390243706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/12/something-to-do-with-food-it-was-shu.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-116500770842683722</id><published>2006-12-01T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T05:58:30.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Thanksgiving was good rest in peaceful Connecticut, turkey spread and new family friends, until the quiet made me a bit nervy  - I've never realised how silent a large part of Middle America is, with big houses and small families and acres of strip mall in between. C'ville is fine because there's a dirty big college to keep it comfortably noisy.My head is spinning from the strangely balmy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/116500770842683722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=116500770842683722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/116500770842683722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/116500770842683722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/12/thanksgiving-was-good-rest-in-peaceful.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-116355556065255159</id><published>2006-11-14T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:56:17.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mel's present arrived in the mail with The Tickets -All good things come together, thank you dear!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/116355556065255159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=116355556065255159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/116355556065255159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/116355556065255159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/11/mels-present-arrived-in-mail-with.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-116330107021568871</id><published>2006-11-11T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:15:04.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sooner or later we'll hear he's a pacifist"I didn't vote this year either. Again I was too exhausted to find its meaning. I love my home and I love this life and I do love our 'freedoms,' however I can't understand the ritual enough to research the characters in the race. My only homework was reading signs plastered in the front lawns across the county. I certainly don't want to vote based on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/116330107021568871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=116330107021568871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/116330107021568871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/116330107021568871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/11/sooner-or-later-well-hear-hes.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-116318448966460204</id><published>2006-11-10T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T02:48:53.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English wayIt took C.R.A.Z.Y., Boys' Club coming-of-age French-Canadian movie, to very belatedly hook me onto Pink Floyd and the Stones (and this, of course, comes a year after the Stones performed at the stadium when Jess ran into Keith Richards on the way back from class and thought he was just a random crazy old man). Listening to consecutive Pink Floyd </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/116318448966460204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=116318448966460204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/116318448966460204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/116318448966460204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/11/hanging-on-in-quiet-desperation-is.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-116252774122736366</id><published>2006-11-02T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T12:28:26.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think I've successfully avoided writing anything coherent for around a month now and this is not meant to be a photo-heavy blog, if anyone sets out with that kind of goal. I may be getting chalkdust poisoning at present because I'm making a poster for SWAG class and bought a bucket of sidewalk chalk to decorate with which is turning out to be enormous fun but I'm leaving powderpuff pink </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/116252774122736366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=116252774122736366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/116252774122736366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/116252774122736366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-think-ive-successfully-avoided.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-116231894502133764</id><published>2006-11-01T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T15:16:30.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yes, I am doing my homework1. I was Sherlock Holmes for Halloween, although people would not stop asking where the pipe had gone.2. Josie from Eugene O'Neill's A Moon For the Misbegotten may be my absolute favourite character in a play, ever.3. Han may like this :)My muse, now happy, lay thyself to rest,Sleep in the quiet of a faithful love;Write you no more, but let these phant'sies moveSome </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/116231894502133764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=116231894502133764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/116231894502133764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/116231894502133764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/11/yes-i-am-doing-my-homework1.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-116206334554874730</id><published>2006-10-28T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T04:04:41.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Virginia Film Festival - The Chronicles of NarniaJae and I with Will Moseley; producer Mark Johnson, who's also worked on films as disparate as Donnie Brasco and The Notebook.I uncomfortably revisited fangirl roots today to test out journalistic ground. Lesson: despite the fact that VFF's theme this year is "Revelations: Finding God at the Movies", bring a handsome British Boy and you won't get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/116206334554874730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=116206334554874730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/116206334554874730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/116206334554874730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/10/virginia-film-festival-chronicles-of.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-116183884699075540</id><published>2006-10-26T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T13:03:59.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JenWang </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/116183884699075540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=116183884699075540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/116183884699075540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/116183884699075540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/10/jenwang.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-116158648643436157</id><published>2006-10-23T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T09:21:51.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Recall: birthdayWednesday midnight: I'm in the library writing the first page of a five-page Heartbreak House paper. Susan calls about half an hour later and shows up to give me apples from the Carter Mountain Orchard trip I had to miss. It's the first birthday greeting and I'm 20. I got a key lime cake from the CCF girls later in the day when I was in Failure State and it was just what was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/116158648643436157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=116158648643436157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/116158648643436157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/116158648643436157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/10/recall-birthday-wednesday-midnight-im.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-116141215529166872</id><published>2006-10-21T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T12:22:31.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Recall: treesIt's hard to remain feeling like capability spectrum has shrunk to sesame-seed-size when God chooses to brick me over the head with important lessons and then give this sort of view on the walk back from class. In the unwritten once-in-a-lifetime list: visit Latin America; see an *NSYNC member in person - any member, if only to laugh and laugh. And then?a) Alternative Spring Break </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/116141215529166872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=116141215529166872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/116141215529166872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/116141215529166872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/10/recall-trees-its-hard-to-remain.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-116020387311373147</id><published>2006-10-09T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T15:12:03.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Recall: film feteNicole Newnham and Many Uch: director and subject of Sentenced Home, I took this bad photo at the post-screening Q&amp;A session. They plopped down next to my group later at the informal dinner reception. I COULD HAVE DIED - talk about being expected to instantly!schmooze.Some weekends ago, I was on a class trip at the DC Asian-Pacific American Film Festival. It was amazing - I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/116020387311373147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=116020387311373147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/116020387311373147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/116020387311373147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/10/recall-film-fete-nicole-newnham-and.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-115925388286616948</id><published>2006-10-06T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T15:33:26.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just got back from watching Amadeus at LiveArts and am gradually loving Charlottesville's subtle but definitely eccentric artiness which begins when you take it in a non-suah-ku-student-with-eyes-on-stalks kind of way. This particular venue comes with an adjoining art gallery and Lindt chocolate bars at the counter and a super-happy-friendly ticket guy and a tiny, terribly intimate theatre </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/115925388286616948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=115925388286616948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/115925388286616948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/115925388286616948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-just-got-back-from-watching-amadeus.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-115785008724720717</id><published>2006-09-10T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T11:29:03.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WordspamOn the football game with U of Wyoming -"So, who d'you think's gonna win?""I don't know anything about Wyoming. I only know that's the place Brokeback Mountain was set." D'oh, I think I want everyone to hate me. Incidentally, the Wyoming mascot is a cowboy.Exhibit A is food. a) New ABC friend and hulky, happy first-year Arthur's dinner - yes, that's all his. Wah, that's all newbies are - </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/115785008724720717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=115785008724720717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/115785008724720717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/115785008724720717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/09/wordspam-on-football-game-with-u-of.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-115747450136318689</id><published>2006-09-05T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T00:42:44.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is actually egocentric funCreate your own friendquiz here</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/115747450136318689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=115747450136318689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/115747450136318689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/115747450136318689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-is-actually-egocentric-fun-create.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-115646659309601517</id><published>2006-08-30T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T06:10:42.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today for you, tomorrow for meNo one in this picture is wasted. I hope they can forgive me for this apt rendition of how college can turn you into that creepy baby monkey.The French kids like to sit on the Gwathmey porch and smoke, which is all very well, until the smell spirals up to my open window. Things I've learnt in class so far is that I pretty much fail at talking about anything outside </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/115646659309601517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=115646659309601517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/115646659309601517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/115646659309601517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/08/today-for-you-tomorrow-for-me-no-one.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-115574608900531316</id><published>2006-08-21T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T11:54:47.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This issue is about our America - the messy, vibrant, dynamic, incredibly creative country we love. Think of it as a road trip, a zine or a basement show: a celebration of culture that - even when mass marketed - is purely our own.. in large part because we're the people who make it!- From Tokien (June &amp; July '06)What great magazines we have at the student bookstore. I shall spend limited free </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/115574608900531316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=115574608900531316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/115574608900531316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/115574608900531316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-issue-is-about-our-america-messy.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-115574467020799034</id><published>2006-08-16T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T00:17:43.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My favourite tea-egg smell permeates the house. Stomach is heavy with sting-ray, satay, sugar-cane juice, a testament to love. The last thing this time was CG dinner at Chomp Chomp and a lot of screaming with laughter because we uncovered a lot of mutual mysteries. Like What Lies Beneath a CHIJ Pinafore ("how long did you think the blouse was?") and the fact that there are slits in boxers. How </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/115574467020799034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=115574467020799034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/115574467020799034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/115574467020799034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-favourite-tea-egg-smell-permeates.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-115522745393682940</id><published>2006-08-11T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T00:32:45.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fail Lit alreadyJavier: You're leaving?Ramon: That's right.Javier: For how long?Ramon: Take my book, it's behind you... look at the bookmark.Javier: "To my son".Ramon: Read it.Javier: "To my son. Forgive me, son, for not being born. It's not my fault you were left behind. It was the roses that were afraid. Forgive me for not having played with you. And if you're born after I'm gone,remember </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/115522745393682940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=115522745393682940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/115522745393682940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/115522745393682940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/08/fail-lit-already-javier-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-115467882962409081</id><published>2006-08-08T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T22:54:03.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I had to put myself on the waiting list for both Media Studies and Spanish. Why can't I just crash at David's house and not worry about what time the storage company is going to deliver my things to UVA. Why do I have to haggle for a pay-cheque? This is the expected response when you aren't instinctively prepared and feel annoyed at yourself for not being instinctively prepared.Should sleep and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/115467882962409081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=115467882962409081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/115467882962409081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/115467882962409081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-had-to-put-myself-on-waiting-list.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-115467770756958628</id><published>2006-08-04T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T16:02:09.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I now very belatedly have Jay Chou's 七里香 album on my iPod and decided I don't like listening to lyrics with zero idea of what they're about. I have a very poor ear for Mandarin, needing to visualize words, and hence began coming up with my English versions of the songs. Now if an ang moh were to ask what exactly is so beautiful about one song? They need translation, and good translation also. For</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/115467770756958628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=115467770756958628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/115467770756958628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/115467770756958628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-now-very-belatedly-have-jay-chous.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-115417856116439167</id><published>2006-07-29T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T21:09:21.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>July.Can anything be more appropriate than two pop icons from childhood coming out of the closet, after semester where a UVA student put up a "Gay? Not Fine By Me" poster in his dorm window only to return after a weekend and realise he had become Public Enemy #1? Nothing more classic than Lance the former Baptist choir boy from Mississippi have his mother discover his worst-kept secret online. (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/115417856116439167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=115417856116439167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/115417856116439167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/115417856116439167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/07/july.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-115370513259417951</id><published>2006-07-24T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T00:14:25.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Film plugFinal Fantasy VII: Advent Childrencan be found, in instalments, on youtube.I shot a man in Re-no, just to watch him dieNo one told me the real Final Fantasy movie is made of awesome. I know little about the games, being X-box illiterate, and the film premise (world powered by a mysterious source that is ultimately damaging) sounds much too Matrix. But if you enjoy devious melodrama, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/115370513259417951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=115370513259417951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/115370513259417951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/115370513259417951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/07/film-plug-final-fantasy-vii-advent.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-115319395801862437</id><published>2006-07-18T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T23:11:47.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ickle firstiesI think I've previously mentioned 2006 has so far been a year of many firsts, so last week, I sang KTV. We all sang "Bohemian Rhapsody", Jon on lead vocals, but our raucous rendition was somewhat marred by the video. I think it was about a little boy's dream sequence after concussing while going down a playground slide backwards, and the main action involved his being attacked by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/115319395801862437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=115319395801862437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/115319395801862437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/115319395801862437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/07/ickle-firsties-i-think-ive-previously.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-115285823639205863</id><published>2006-07-14T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T16:37:24.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shine on, you crazy diamondI've been enjoying movie randomness while on reviewing vacation - why not?Part 1: Amoral Pirate Figures Have Feelings, TooThe following section contains SPOILERS for Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest. I am sorry that this is not LJ and that I hence cannot LJ-cut, though people who complain about stretched Friends lists should be added to the League of Having </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/115285823639205863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=115285823639205863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/115285823639205863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/115285823639205863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/07/shine-on-you-crazy-diamond-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-115233897090379765</id><published>2006-07-08T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T14:16:32.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>With Mel it's always windswept detail, waking up early-early to comb Bugis and Far East, as bleary pupils in morning pictures clearly illustrate. As a result we can truly enjoy retail goods and expat areas - CHIJMES, lights and prices, also enough to know that the floor at Long Bar is crunchy with peanut shells - but heartland enough so we find ourselves at Ghim Moh facing chwee kueh mountains </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/115233897090379765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=115233897090379765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/115233897090379765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/115233897090379765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/07/with-mel-its-always-windswept-detail.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-115218455592468963</id><published>2006-07-06T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T13:02:15.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Are 50% Boyish and 50% GirlishYou are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch. Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them. You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.How Boyish or Girlish Are You?!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/115218455592468963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=115218455592468963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/115218455592468963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/115218455592468963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-are-50-boyish-and-50-girlishyou.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-115154848447286749</id><published>2006-06-29T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T20:15:42.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Less mysterious than they think they areBack at work and lying low to read emails; One outreach at C'ville Dave Matthews concert in September - now it's only a matter of finding people willing to commit, myself included. The friendly Richmond guy who tried to get us to adopt-a-child as we left the HRC store in DC was All Clear: "everyone says they'll remember! But no one does!" Okay okay okay.May</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/115154848447286749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=115154848447286749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/115154848447286749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/115154848447286749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/06/less-mysterious-than-they-think-they.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-115077857216997769</id><published>2006-06-23T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T21:59:08.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Thank the Lord, she didn't live to see her son as a mermaid"Okay now I get the "Derek Zoolander Center For Children Who Can't Read Good And Wanna Learn To Do Other Stuff Good Too" group, NOW I get it, thank you (and can hence join it, although there really is no reason for a facebook group to have over two thousand members).I also no longer have tolerance for heat, as if that needed to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/115077857216997769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=115077857216997769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/115077857216997769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/115077857216997769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/06/thank-lord-she-didnt-live-to-see-her.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-115064984496667150</id><published>2006-06-18T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T12:34:26.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am the only person who can keep you honestJustine is back from Nottingham and her hair is long for the first time in eight years. Gen's scramble-off-arm-chair-and-hide-behind-it indignation at Mirrormask's bad, bad, surreality; us valiantly flailing through crunches on the table and KFC in the function room, covering Zihao's ears at unyielding Closer dialogue. So, new UVA peeps? Two words: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/115064984496667150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=115064984496667150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/115064984496667150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/115064984496667150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-am-only-person-who-can-keep-you.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-115023921782905996</id><published>2006-06-14T06:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T06:55:18.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So it's broken, but it's a clean, deliberate break. Not the kind that acquires dozens and dozens of tiny cracks and everything suddenly comes apart with no one able to look back and figure out why.Idealism is not innocence; it's not something that can be taken away from you one-shot, like a deflowering. It can curl in upon its mistakes, but then become a little wiser.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/115023921782905996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=115023921782905996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/115023921782905996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/115023921782905996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-its-broken-but-its-clean-deliberate.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-115001032243244027</id><published>2006-06-12T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T23:17:54.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kate Bush's "Wuthering Heights" or the drunken-parent-dance anthem from Finding Cassie Crazy just came on on radioblogclub. It's hard not to laugh. There's Kai's jetlagged phone-call with dry commentary, identity arguments and conscious unpredictability, and after the pants drought I have not one but four sexy new pairs. There's gorgeous 1c - though the Marina plan was rained out - whom I will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/115001032243244027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=115001032243244027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/115001032243244027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/115001032243244027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/06/kate-bushs-wuthering-heights-or.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-114975482165234116</id><published>2006-06-10T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T23:37:10.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know I got black eyes, but they burn so brightlyMy parents are in the kitchen doing the dishes while talking in Cantonese. It is about me, I know it. Parents are so obvious.I like work. There's having to wear stockings and borrow people's computer accounts, but also compiling feedback forms from entertaining variety of courses for hotel staff ranging from leadership training to Indian head </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/114975482165234116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=114975482165234116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/114975482165234116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/114975482165234116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/06/you-know-i-got-black-eyes-but-they.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-114940146179201886</id><published>2006-06-04T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T11:50:40.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"You fall in love to keep from falling in love!"I start work tomorrow, so before that happens -I watched Almost Famous for the third time, and recognized a Bolt of Intuition! This is Han outside the Plaza Hotel in NYC. I took this picture simply because voices at that moment said to do so.And lo and behold, what is the hotel William dashes into to find Penny totally off her face, valiantly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/114940146179201886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=114940146179201886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/114940146179201886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/114940146179201886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/06/you-fall-in-love-to-keep-from-falling.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-114912780994886584</id><published>2006-06-01T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T11:20:59.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No more angry young manAfter a year away from home I find that the most significant thing a Singaporean can do is get away from confusion and criticism.Over ba chor mee my neighbor was telling my mum how overseas Singaporeans, such as her own daughters, turned off by the pay-to-view online subscription option offered by the Straits Times, choose alternatives like mr brown, and hence acquire a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/114912780994886584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=114912780994886584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/114912780994886584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/114912780994886584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/06/no-more-angry-young-man-after-year.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-114889293885126458</id><published>2006-05-29T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T15:01:32.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On-site CharlottesvilleI have to go and get dressed for job interview now. Went running on the family-treadmill-that-no-one-uses this morning and now my bones are pudding; that's what my whole body and brain have been. Why do I have to be one of two distinct faces at any one time? It's either go go go or flatfish. I can't take the heat anymore, I can't eat spicy, as if it were a funny story you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/114889293885126458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=114889293885126458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/114889293885126458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/114889293885126458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/05/on-site-charlottesville-i-have-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-114881190570115049</id><published>2006-05-28T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T18:25:05.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How many special people change?How many lives are living strange?Where were you while we were getting high?Slowly walking down the hallFaster than a cannonballWhere were you while we were getting high?Someday you will find meCaught beneath the landslideIn a champagne supernova in the skyWake up the dawn and ask her whyA dreamer dreams, she never diesWipe that tear away now from your eyeWe don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/114881190570115049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=114881190570115049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/114881190570115049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/114881190570115049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/05/how-many-special-people-change-how.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-114749049366925948</id><published>2006-05-12T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T11:26:01.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/114749049366925948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=114749049366925948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/114749049366925948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/114749049366925948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-114714734570483398</id><published>2006-05-09T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T12:04:36.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hold me now, don't start shakingOn rereading Walt Whitman for tomorrow's exam, I like him. There's too much happening at once, papers and finals crammed tightly together so it's one tier after another, you can never stop climbing or breathing. I don't realize this is semester of roomies, Bernice "Whaddup homie" Ramirez, facebook status messages ("Neil is wishing people didn't talk so loudly about</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/114714734570483398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=114714734570483398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/114714734570483398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/114714734570483398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/05/hold-me-now-dont-start-shaking-on.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-114697175043995533</id><published>2006-05-06T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T11:20:36.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chores accomplished: Fridge turned out, food stains scrubbed out with old toothbrush and dishwashing liquidLaundry - sheets and blankets freshly washed so sister will not have to sleep on three months of accumulated germs, drool, etc. (no, I am not going to make you sleep on the floor for four nights, either) Floor vacuumed (but quickly re-grimed) Storage boxes picked upSchoolwork accomplished: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/114697175043995533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=114697175043995533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/114697175043995533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/114697175043995533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/05/chores-accomplished-fridge-turned-out.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-114625749796891876</id><published>2006-04-28T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T05:00:11.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some great T-shirt slogans from De-Stereotype Day"My favourite poet is Tupac" (white girl)"I am not an angry black woman" (black girl)"I can drop my booty better than you" (white guy)I didn't wear a shirt, but what's a few ideas for next year?"I'm a FOB - now tell me that isn't sexy.""For a while, I wanted to marry Pablo Neruda.""I'm sick of correcting your spelling."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/114625749796891876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=114625749796891876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/114625749796891876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/114625749796891876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/04/some-great-t-shirt-slogans-from-de.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-114625674557897268</id><published>2006-04-28T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T04:41:39.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fact: Secret of LifeWhen you can walk down the street and say I AM ME, MOTHERFUCKER.- Mr. MrazDid a presentation on Alfian Sa'at for my Poetries of Asia class and it went wonderfully, everyone was very impressed by how young he is, although I think I somehow gave the class the impression that the PAP government consists of narrow-minded ogres, which I of course did not intend. I received this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/114625674557897268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=114625674557897268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/114625674557897268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/114625674557897268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/04/fact-secret-of-lifewhen-you-can-walk.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-114565418453616889</id><published>2006-04-21T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T05:19:07.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/114565418453616889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=114565418453616889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/114565418453616889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/114565418453616889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-114490959097368553</id><published>2006-04-16T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T12:50:49.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The only people you hear about Cynthia McKinney from are the white kids.I think it's wonderful how Japanese in translation always sounds sentimental and perfumed, while Spanish in translation is long, long sentences crammed-to-bursting with imagery. This is why I want to take comparative Lit. This summer, I am going to try to rediscover Mandarin the way I learnt English, i.e. the only way to love</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/114490959097368553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=114490959097368553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/114490959097368553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/114490959097368553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/04/only-people-you-hear-about-cynthia.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-114470268213650027</id><published>2006-04-10T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T05:00:02.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/114470268213650027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=114470268213650027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/114470268213650027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/114470268213650027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post_10.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-114375995197417131</id><published>2006-04-08T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T08:11:21.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After much anxiety and resume-stretching, I am most likely employed for the holidays. Actually wrote to FiRST magazine asking for work and had my resume requested in turn, but I'll wait on that.It's surreal as hell, but I'm going to see Ralph Fiennes in a Brian Friel play on Broadway before returning home for the summer! (Tickets were a pain in the ass to get, let me tell you)It is finally warm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/114375995197417131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=114375995197417131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/114375995197417131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/114375995197417131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/04/after-much-anxiety-and-resume.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-114410304133860709</id><published>2006-04-03T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T06:32:24.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Because I need to know before I beginFirefox users: are frames on the new template screwy?Heck yesIt's fine  Free polls from Pollhost.comIs the background too piercing a red?OW!No, it's beautiful  Free polls from Pollhost.com&lt;!-- // End Pollhost.com Poll Code // --&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/114410304133860709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=114410304133860709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/114410304133860709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/114410304133860709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/04/because-i-need-to-know-before-i-begin.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-114326311377742014</id><published>2006-03-25T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T15:29:42.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1. New reviewsWinter PassingL'Esquive (Games of Love and Chance)I would also like to point out that I am not the person who comes up with the titles. 2. London blog updated, I was totally kidding when I said that was all there was, see below.3. Back in Charlottesville, spring struggles into being.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/114326311377742014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=114326311377742014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/114326311377742014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/114326311377742014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/03/1.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-114217947466466215</id><published>2006-03-24T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T11:53:21.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pt 3: London, day 2I see a little silhouetto of a man, Scaramouche, scaramouche will you do the fandango - Thunderbolt and lightning - very very frightening me - Galileo, galileo, Galileo galileo Galileo figaro - magnifico - But I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me!He's just a poor boy from a poor family!(Written on the plane home.)I just realised what staying with seven people in a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/114217947466466215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=114217947466466215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/114217947466466215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/114217947466466215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/03/pt-3-london-day-2-i-see-little.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-114266440698809548</id><published>2006-03-18T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T14:51:35.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I interrupt the left-hanging London tale to say that Jason Mraz is currently in Singapore, having just wowed the crowd at Esplanade by sister's report, and still finds time to blog about his percussionist Toca tangling with S'pore escalators:"[It] was your run of the mill staircase and classic the-flip-flop-didn't-make-it scenario. He looks sad when he stumbles, with his bangles and beads making </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/114266440698809548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=114266440698809548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/114266440698809548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/114266440698809548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-interrupt-left-hanging-london-tale.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-114213428793326320</id><published>2006-03-11T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T00:04:57.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pt 2: London, day 1The actual tomb of Isaac Newton, Westminster Abbey. Scanned from a postcard - no photography allowed.My mum and dad check their watches a lot; I spend "too much time" standing and examining every shop/monument/air at hand. I saw Westminster Abbey after winding through various tube stations, London is permanently grey and rainy as promised, but once inside this place you are on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/114213428793326320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=114213428793326320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/114213428793326320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/114213428793326320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/03/pt-2-london-day-1-actual-tomb-of-isaac.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-114211622928924506</id><published>2006-03-11T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T11:27:47.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Only the good die youngSpring break '06 -Pt 1: CambridgeSince I have been far from comprehensive for some time, I will spend the rest of my spring break making up for it by writing about London and beyond instead of studying for my Poetries of Asia test, because it is frankly more important.Narration is based on an ex-letter and scattered journal entries over the week.I overslept when Bailey's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/114211622928924506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=114211622928924506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/114211622928924506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/114211622928924506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/03/only-good-die-young-spring-break-06-pt.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-114094366437823269</id><published>2006-02-26T03:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T16:48:05.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have you heard? Wong Fu ProductionsI thank these bunch of self-parodying ABCs from UCSD for an overwhelming deal of entertainment.Yellow Fever - the question that started it all;Embrace your inner Twinkie with Harlem Yu;and hilarious, hilarious ghetto-dem (too close for comfort, folks)Side-note: UCSD campus looks somewhat S'porean, huh! Nothing at all like UVA</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/114094366437823269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=114094366437823269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/114094366437823269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/114094366437823269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/02/have-you-heard-wong-fu-productions-i.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-114065326364003266</id><published>2006-02-23T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T15:12:39.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am not deadThis entry will be factual, non-meandering and nearly point form. Hallelujah!Last week's review was Firewall, where the moral is when in doubt, praise Paul Bettany. I love David the Editor already. He has this very endearing way of stuttering over a rapid-fire sentence because his brain is moving too fast for his mouth, and when we were arguing over whether Paul is prominent enough </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/114065326364003266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=114065326364003266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/114065326364003266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/114065326364003266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-am-not-dead-this-entry-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-113969126307487494</id><published>2006-02-11T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T05:15:10.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Virginia Tech adventure ended early for me due to Bio quiz and Firewall, but it was excellent nevertheless, near-3 hour drives to Blacksburg and back, the sprawling campus of the Hokies, eleven us of piling into a SUV to get to the CAS party, copious cocktails back at the apartment, Tin and David running outside to do war-dances in the sudden snow the next morning. They brought some back to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/113969126307487494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=113969126307487494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/113969126307487494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/113969126307487494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/02/virginia-tech-adventure-ended-early.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-113960724505348975</id><published>2006-02-10T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T05:54:52.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Appendixa) Since Professor Arata says so,If you ever get close to a humanand human behaviorbe ready to get confusedThere's definitely no logic to human behaviorbut yet so irresistible- Björkb) Published, awesome!c) AcquisitionClockwise from top left: UVA shorts, toothpaste for dinner, spot the new posters, everyone sells roses early for V-Day</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/113960724505348975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=113960724505348975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/113960724505348975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/113960724505348975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/02/appendix-since-professor-arata-says-so.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-113923753840529908</id><published>2006-02-06T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T02:28:38.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When someone finds his niche, it explodes in your face.For example, why couldn't Justin Timberlake have been a comedian all his life? Of course, he started early, proved a kickass sidekick to Jimmy Fallon and is certainly very capable of holding his own.Wah Youtube is one addictive monkey. Avoid the search engine at all costs.I am finally doing something related to journalism - writing for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/113923753840529908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=113923753840529908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/113923753840529908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/113923753840529908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/02/when-someone-finds-his-niche-it.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-113842748267115844</id><published>2006-01-27T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T13:53:34.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That Brokeback got me goodI finally headed Downtown with Jong today to catch the gay cowboy film, and stole my title from Pajiba, again, but can we say, one of the most lovingly-crafted movies since the LOTR era?Jay and Heath are entirely too beautiful, of course (has anyone else noticed what gorgeously delicate eyelashes Heath has? Wah now I sound like I am writing for Lime) but both slip into </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/113842748267115844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=113842748267115844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/113842748267115844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/113842748267115844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/01/that-brokeback-got-me-good-i-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-113817151388447429</id><published>2006-01-25T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T14:49:21.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Directionless mood with inconvenient timing (1am) has interrupted my reading on the Pilgrims of Plymouth Plantation and most of the night besides, and after thinking about the wonderful possibilities and million-and-one messages you can give in emails, I come back here instead for general blabber.I wonder what it's like to be a naturally nice and considerate person? A lot less exhausting, I'd </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/113817151388447429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=113817151388447429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/113817151388447429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/113817151388447429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/01/directionless-mood-with-inconvenient.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-113776681617067884</id><published>2006-01-20T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T03:16:56.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Take it to the top with meYou know how I know I'm back? Hiphop is the only way to express your feelings and in every class I've been in so far, there's been gum on the bottom of every foldable table - UNBELIEVABLY DISGUSTING.On scrolling through last semester's emails, I realised that there is a paid summer internship in journalism available after all via the Cav Daily mailing list, and I missed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/113776681617067884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=113776681617067884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/113776681617067884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/113776681617067884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/01/take-it-to-top-with-me-you-know-how-i.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-113722146233921223</id><published>2006-01-14T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T14:52:21.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stories to tell that aren't songsMeeting Sean for breakfast was most certainly a good start to Last Day, even if he kept traumatizing the owner of Peranakan place by pulling terrible faces after tasting my lime juice, making her run anxiously over to us to offer syrup and I had to assure her that I was not being poisoned. Then a last lunch with my family where my grandpa was unusually chipper, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/113722146233921223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=113722146233921223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/113722146233921223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/113722146233921223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/01/stories-to-tell-that-arent-songs.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-113721691548749078</id><published>2006-01-14T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T13:35:15.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is it getting better Or do you feel the same Will it make it easier on you now You got someone to blame You say... One love One life When it's one need In the night One love We get to share it Leaves you baby if you Don't care for it Did I disappoint you Or leave a bad taste in your mouth You act like you never had love And you want me to go without Well it's... Too late Tonight To drag the past </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/113721691548749078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=113721691548749078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/113721691548749078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/113721691548749078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/01/is-it-getting-better-or-do-you-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-113678016783868498</id><published>2006-01-09T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T12:18:34.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today is a clean day, unlike yesterday's twenty-four hour storming. I was sitting atop a pile of umbrellas in the backseat of our car, because my mum probably grabs one every time she gets in, and throws it over her shoulder.After reading Michelia's horror countdown celebration stories, why was I not surprised to find it splashed across the New Paper! Of course they talked to the Bangledeshi </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/113678016783868498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=113678016783868498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/113678016783868498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/113678016783868498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/01/today-is-clean-day-unlike-yesterdays.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504720.post-113610253989888286</id><published>2006-01-01T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T13:49:51.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let's never come here again, because it will never be as much funThe now-familiar Dumbledore right-or-easy dilemma is too applicable to my holiday, where everything is so comfortable it is so right to waltz, threateningly even. No one has expected me to be much more than I already am throughout this busily multi-faceted week, once we first lock eyes, look away awkwardly, and reconnect, saying, "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/feeds/113610253989888286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504720&amp;postID=113610253989888286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/113610253989888286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504720/posts/default/113610253989888286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundapples.blogspot.com/2006/01/lets-never-come-here-again-because-it.html' title=''/><author><name>s. ning</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
