<?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-5004298</id><updated>2011-07-08T02:45:02.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Starlight in The Gloom</title><subtitle type='html'>utopist. dreamer. cynic. poet. a contradiction. technogeek. eccentric. cartesian. a starlight in the gloom.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>685</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-6568242884860819370</id><published>2010-01-07T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T19:24:35.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh dear. How time flies.It's been almost 2 years since I last posted, and a great many things have changed. For example, I'm now married and I have a place of my own - big changes. I've also joined a new choir and I'm rather looking forward to our first performance in April :) My circle of friends has also shifted and widened to include my husband's friends and various new people in my life, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/6568242884860819370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/6568242884860819370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-4371176564270685633</id><published>2008-03-27T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T07:42:27.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yes, haven't been posting much. Already 1/3 into the new year!Busy with new job (sorta), addicted to a boardgame called Descent: Journeys Into the Dark. At a crossroads with regards to choir, trying to find time to pick up old hobbies (sketching, piano, swimming, photography) and explore new ones (watercolours, miniature painting).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/4371176564270685633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/4371176564270685633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2008/03/yes-havent-been-posting-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-1423648508857124268</id><published>2007-11-17T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T09:20:24.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stumbled upon the blogs of some old sec school classmates today. Am mildly surprised that even though we're about the same age and the guys have already gone through army (isn't that supposed to make them more mature/responsible?) their blog entries still sound pretty childish compared to my JC classmates or choirmates who are around the same age.How strange.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/1423648508857124268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/1423648508857124268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2007/11/stumbled-upon-blogs-of-some-old-sec.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-5496078478522464633</id><published>2007-10-08T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T23:25:55.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Under the Penal Code of Singapore, anybody who is found to have had carnal intercourse against the order of nature with any man, woman or animals, shall be punished with imprisonment for life, or with imprisonment for a term which may extend to 10 years, and shall also be liable to fine. The 2007 review of the Penal Code of Singapore did result in the repeal of section 377 (carnal intercourse </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/5496078478522464633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/5496078478522464633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2007/10/under-penal-code-of-singapore-anybody.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-4165033420999332549</id><published>2007-09-18T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T01:47:54.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Violent Revolution" (by Kreator)Society failed to tolerate meAnd I have failed to tolerate societyStill I can't find what you adoreInside I hear the echoes of an inner warNothing can take the horror from meYour sick world the loss of all moralityMy hate has grown as strong as my confusionMy only hope my only solutionis a Violent RevolutionViolent Revolution, Violent RevolutionReason for the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/4165033420999332549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/4165033420999332549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2007/09/violent-revolution-by-kreator-society.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-4850295339991809691</id><published>2007-09-13T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T08:26:36.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haven't been posting much.Mostly, I'm just tired of having to do things I don't really want to do.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/4850295339991809691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/4850295339991809691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2007/09/havent-been-posting-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-3025100770046115655</id><published>2007-07-19T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T12:24:13.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>China reporter held for fake cardboard-in-buns storyBEIJING, July 19 (Reuters) - Beijing police have detained a television reporter for fabricating an investigative story about steamed buns stuffed with cardboard at a time when China's food safety is under intense international scrutiny.A report directed by Beijing TV and played on state-run national broadcaster China Central Television last </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/3025100770046115655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/3025100770046115655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2007/07/china-reporter-held-for-fake-cardboard.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-338663274966172684</id><published>2007-07-15T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T08:47:24.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>g3nerations1st Sept '07, SaturdayVictoria Concert Hall, 8pmTickets @ $15, free seatingG3nerations is a showcase of works by three generations of composers who are linked by teacher-student relationships, with pieces by Dr Goh, his teacher Dr Charles Hoag, his peer Dr Andrew Bonacci, and several of Dr Goh's students. (Pretty fitting as a teacher's day concert, eh?) Many of the works in this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/338663274966172684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/338663274966172684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2007/07/g3nerations-1st-sept-07-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-3711399842825264675</id><published>2007-06-27T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T08:29:15.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Watched the Nancy Drew movie on Monday, and surprisingly it wasn't too bad. Yes, I know the trailer looked brainless and bimbotic, but actually that short trailer basically contained all the stupid parts there were in the whole movie. (Conclusion: trailer was cut for stupid American tween market)Watching that movie really brought back some good memories of back when I used to read the books. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/3711399842825264675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/3711399842825264675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2007/06/watched-nancy-drew-movie-on-monday-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-5481198959193279120</id><published>2007-06-19T02:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T02:59:56.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Presenting the Vampire Squid from Hell! (Yes, that's its actual scientific name.)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/5481198959193279120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/5481198959193279120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2007/06/presenting-vampire-squid-from-hell-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-7648387942368839963</id><published>2007-06-17T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T22:46:40.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kite-flying at sunset, our lovely eagle kite silhouetted against the cloudburst.幸せ。</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/7648387942368839963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/7648387942368839963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2007/06/kite-flying-at-sunset-our-lovely-eagle.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-1864753410240788163</id><published>2007-06-04T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T21:54:31.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For those of you who didn't stay til after the credits for the extra scene at the end of Pirates of the Caribbean 3...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/1864753410240788163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/1864753410240788163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2007/06/for-those-of-you-who-didnt-stay-til.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-8038012369941893890</id><published>2007-05-18T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T08:48:30.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For the first time in a long while, I've actually been watching TV. I've always preferred a good book over watching some insipid show on tv, plus living in the school's hostels also meant it was kind of a bother having to fight over the shared tv (nobody ever wants to watch the stuff I want to watch... they're always watching some blah chinese drama that freezes my brain). And being the geek girl</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/8038012369941893890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/8038012369941893890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2007/05/for-first-time-in-long-while-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-8043318933981247380</id><published>2007-04-18T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T02:29:14.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  Get yours at Mugglenet!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/8043318933981247380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/8043318933981247380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2007/04/get-yours-at-mugglenet.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-2452728319811609428</id><published>2007-04-11T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T09:28:17.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Had the last lesson of my uni life today =D It's all going to be over soon!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/2452728319811609428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/2452728319811609428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2007/04/had-last-lesson-of-my-uni-life-today-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-3367389416718892301</id><published>2007-03-23T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T18:13:12.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Had 2 of my my widom teeth extracted today. Exceedingly not fun. They took 2 hours just to get my lower tooth out, and the side of my mouth is sore from the drill rubbing against it. My tooth wasn't happy about coming out either, and they had to get it out in little pieces.The good news is that it isn't painful at all. The bad news is I suspect it's due to paresthesia, where the nerve that runs </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/3367389416718892301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/3367389416718892301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2007/03/had-my-widom-teeth-extracted-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-1065489626177795197</id><published>2007-03-14T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T06:11:13.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That stupid drier in my hall shouldn't be called a drier, because all it really does is take your clothes for a spin and after 10 hours, they're still as damp as when you first put them in. #%#@&amp;%#$)*^@#</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/1065489626177795197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/1065489626177795197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2007/03/that-stupid-drier-in-my-hall-shouldnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-5890172996252372761</id><published>2007-03-05T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T07:44:15.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everything (by Alanis Morissette)I can be an asshole of the grandest kind I can withhold like it's going out of style I can be the moodiest baby And you've never met anyoneWho's as negative as I am sometimesI am the wisest woman you've ever metI am the kindest soul with whom you've connectedI have the bravest heart that you've ever seen And you've never met anyone Who's as positive as I am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/5890172996252372761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/5890172996252372761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2007/03/everything-by-alanis-morissette-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-8291735496051411815</id><published>2007-02-26T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T19:11:26.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm really not surprised if the apple ads backfire a little. John Hodgman (the guy who acts as PC) is just too funny!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/8291735496051411815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/8291735496051411815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-117181406554186674</id><published>2007-02-18T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T08:08:12.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Testing?... seems to be something wrong with my blogger. I can't see my own blog, but it seems that everyone else can. WTF. Also, the new blogger dashboard just pissed me off muchly by saving over all my previous templates without giving me the option of republishing index only.(In other news, this is my 666th post!)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/117181406554186674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/117181406554186674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2007/02/testing.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-117121120290741539</id><published>2007-02-11T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T08:26:42.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some concerts coming up next month...Abendmusiken2nd March 2007, 8pmKampong Kapor Methodist Church (location map)Free AdmissionEarly music/Baroque stuff, a collaboration between Amadeus Choral Society and the American Guild of Organists (Singapore Chapter). Free admission because it's a church, but I think they'll be passing a donation tin around... AGO is bearing the cost and I think their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/117121120290741539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/117121120290741539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2007/02/some-concerts-coming-up-next-month.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-117025399841795783</id><published>2007-01-31T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T06:33:18.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Are 47% PeacefulIn general, you think the world's a pretty great place - and you're happy to be a part of it.Sometimes you struggle with life, but who doesn't? You are quite level headed, though you have more inner angst than you'd like.How Peaceful Are You?*angst angst angst angst*XD</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/117025399841795783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/117025399841795783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-are-47-peaceful-in-general-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-116991006854138911</id><published>2007-01-27T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T07:03:56.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Human beings make me sick. I was out doing my photography assignment today and spotted a cat acting a little funny, so I followed it and realised that someone had tied a plastic wire (those things the security guards at Mustafa shopping centre use to tie up your bags) around its neck.For those of you who don't know how that thing works, basically you can only make it go tighter and the only way </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/116991006854138911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/116991006854138911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2007/01/human-beings-make-me-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-116922215974200189</id><published>2007-01-19T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T08:11:20.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've grown 4 cm shorter over the past couple of years. I swear it's lugging that stupid camera bag around that's done it.I didn't think I'd feel this way, but I'm actually looking forward to graduation and not having to sit through stupid classes and put up with stupid lecturers anymore.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/116922215974200189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/116922215974200189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2007/01/ive-grown-4-cm-shorter-over-past.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-116749498280006113</id><published>2006-12-30T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T08:17:03.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went to Settlers' Cafe at Clarke Quay recently, and I totally recommend it. If you have a student's pass, it's $6 for 4 hours of non-stop gaming - board games and card games, that is. They've got really fascinating stuff, not just boring Monopoly or Scrabble. The student's package is restricted from 2-6pm but drinks are free flow and the food is pretty good too.Quite a few of the games would </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/116749498280006113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/116749498280006113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-went-to-settlers-cafe-at-clarke-quay.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-116673427009670560</id><published>2006-12-21T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T21:44:20.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's really weird singing with my former conductor (at least for me), and not my best performance by far definitely, but it was quite fun... mostly because Dr Goh is mad, *LOL*It would be nice if there were more people though. Everybody who isn't in NTU Choir anymore, come join! =P</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/116673427009670560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/116673427009670560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-really-weird-singing-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-116486159928919764</id><published>2006-11-29T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T23:58:02.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Goh Toh Chai in Concert21st December 2006, 8 PMVictoria Concert Halltickets @ $15 for stall, $20 for circleMy first performance as part of Amadeus! I'll only be singing in second half of the concert because this concert is more of a showcase of all our conductor's compostitions (including violin and piano and pipa). Victoria Chorale will be performing with us as well, and some of his NAFA </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/116486159928919764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/116486159928919764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2006/11/goh-toh-chai-in-concert-21st-december.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-116399482334680316</id><published>2006-11-19T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T19:53:43.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are The Wheel of FortuneGood fortune and happiness but sometimes a species of intoxication with successThe Wheel of Fortune is all about big things, luck, change, fortune. Almost always good fortune. You are lucky in all things that you do and happy with the things that come to you. Be careful that success does not go to your head however. Sometimes luck can change.What Tarot Card are You?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/116399482334680316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/116399482334680316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-are-wheel-of-fortune-good-fortune.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-116351995555678230</id><published>2006-11-13T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T07:59:15.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm back in Singapore early! *glee* Managed to catch a connecting flight from GuangZhou 30 mins before the gate closed after a mad dash across half the GuangZhou airport, haha.Quite frankly, I miss the nice cold winter wind (one of the opera teachers, Jia, declared I was the most strangely dressed person on the streets because everyone was huddled in jackets and scarves and I was walking about in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/116351995555678230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/116351995555678230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-back-in-singapore-early-glee.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-116278918631633054</id><published>2006-11-05T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T20:59:46.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm leaving on a jetplaneDon't know when I'll be back againOh babe, I hate to go...I'm leaving for Anhui, China, tomorrow morning at 6.35am. And I sure hope there are no cock-ups and I manage to get back on 15th Nov, because I have an exam on 16th Nov. *SIGH* Why is my life so damn bloody "happening"?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/116278918631633054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/116278918631633054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-leaving-on-jetplane-dont-know-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-116140448325982291</id><published>2006-10-20T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T21:21:23.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now I know what to write on the evalution forms... hahahaha. (P/S: Anybody knows which lecturer this is?)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/116140448325982291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/116140448325982291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2006/10/now-i-know-what-to-write-on-evalution.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-116105802782382187</id><published>2006-10-16T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T21:07:07.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I wonder why ST still has Ong Sor Fern doing movie reviews, because she obviously has no taste. She tends to give ratings based on fangirl-tendencies for directors like Martin Scorsese, even if the movie is complete rubbish.Take for example 'The Departed', Hollywood's newest massacre of an asian movie, which she gave 4 stars for. Maybe if you'd never watched the original, you'd think </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/116105802782382187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/116105802782382187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2006/10/sometimes-i-wonder-why-st-still-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-116088718492047605</id><published>2006-10-14T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T21:39:44.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've never really had any respiratory problems, but the haze for the last couple of days has really been getting to me. Maybe it's the effect of prolonged and constant exposure. But at any rate, I seem to be waking up to the smell of burning things everyday and everything looks awfully white-washed outside my window.But I guess smokers shouldn't be affected much. They're probably used to having a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/116088718492047605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/116088718492047605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2006/10/ive-never-really-had-any-respiratory.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-115951875650731362</id><published>2006-09-29T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T01:32:36.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I became a feminist as an alternative to becoming a masochist." - Sally Kempton, journalistHere's another reason why I'll never make a good journalist: when people I'm interviewing disrespect me and treat me like a slab of meat available for sale in the market, my first reaction is shock that people can be such monsters. My second reaction is to want to punch the sicko's face in, then forcefeed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/115951875650731362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/115951875650731362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-became-feminist-as-alternative-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-115902578068724348</id><published>2006-09-23T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T08:42:06.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Inner Hero - Wizard!There are many types of magic, but all require a sharp mind and a cool head.  There is no puzzle I can't solve, no problem I can't think my way out of.  When you feel confused or uncertain, you can always rely on me to untangle the knots and put everything back in order for you.How about you? Click here to find your own inner hero.The only problem I have with this quiz is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/115902578068724348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/115902578068724348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-inner-hero-wizard-there-are-many.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-115865186787993427</id><published>2006-09-19T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T00:44:27.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/115865186787993427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/115865186787993427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-115660953114231184</id><published>2006-08-26T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T09:25:31.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"They deem me mad for I will not sell my days for gold; I deem them mad for they think my days have a price."  - Kahlil Gibran (1883 - 1931)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/115660953114231184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/115660953114231184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2006/08/they-deem-me-mad-for-i-will-not-sell_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-115638802878817012</id><published>2006-08-23T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T19:53:48.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's only the third week of school!How can I possibly be so behind in my readings?!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/115638802878817012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/115638802878817012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-only-third-week-of-school-how-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-115630326819981770</id><published>2006-08-08T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T20:21:08.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ulysses by the Merlionby Edwin ThumbooI have sailed many waters, Skirted islands of fire,Contended with CirceWho loved the squeal of pigs;Passed Scylla and CharybdisTo seven years with Calypso,Heaved in battle against the gods.Beneath it allI kept faith with Ithaca, travelled,Travelled and travelled,Suffering much, enjoying a little;Met strange people singingNew myths; made myths myself.But this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/115630326819981770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/115630326819981770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2006/08/ulysses-by-merlion-by-edwin-thumboo-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-115496796001205055</id><published>2006-08-07T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T09:26:00.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Radix malorum est spam.I just spent goodness how long helping Kiat clear his comments function of spam comments and the spammers are back in less than half a day! And they've spammed the choir forum as well, GRRRRRR.DIE, SPAMMERS. Just. drop. dead.Why do these idiots even think spamming is a feasible advertising option? They're just annoying the hell out of everyone, and most of the time they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/115496796001205055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/115496796001205055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2006/08/radix-malorum-est-spam.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-115409421983605946</id><published>2006-07-28T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T09:35:59.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back from Xiamen!We got 2 silvers, and by the time we were done with the singing and actually had time to go out and play, we got grounded by a typhoon warning -_-;; But we did get to sing the Singapore national anthem twice and they rose the Singapore flag twice because AJC and Vic Chorale topped their respective categories, so all's good =) I swear I've never felt more patriotic in my life than</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/115409421983605946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/115409421983605946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2006/07/back-from-xiamen-we-got-2-silvers-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-115250895404431322</id><published>2006-07-09T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T22:22:34.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm not good at sports and never will be, so training for the Choir Olympics is the closest I'll ever get to the kind of mental and physical challenge athletes go through prepping themselves for competition. But I think we all got a very good idea of the kind of discipline that is required of us in the past week. If we'd been athletes training for Olympics, our coaches would have kicked our lazy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/115250895404431322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/115250895404431322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-not-good-at-sports-and-never-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-115116455046780622</id><published>2006-06-24T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T08:55:50.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Imagine a child of about 5 or 6, curled up in his bed and snuggling up to his mother. His mother is humming a lullaby, and she smells of warm comforting things, and he dozes off.He wakes up with a start in the middle of the night to find his mother gone. He's alone in the dark, and suddenly every shadow in the corner is a boogeyman; every noise in the darkness is a monster under the bed. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/115116455046780622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/115116455046780622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2006/06/imagine-child-of-about-5-or-6-curled.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-114975153036771399</id><published>2006-06-07T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T00:25:30.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's nice when it rains... all cooling and not-sunny.In fact, because of the rain, I witnessed a spectacular natural phenomenon - The Great Cockroach Crossing.There I was, sitting at the bus-stop minding my own business while the heavens emptied swimming pools of rain all around me - then I noticed something scrambling to get across the road. A lot of brown crawling somethings.Now, being someone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/114975153036771399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/114975153036771399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-nice-when-it-rains.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-114805663960940129</id><published>2006-05-19T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T09:37:19.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Been blog surfing, and found lots of blogs of people I kinda know but don't know very well. Hm. The interesting but private things you can infer from reading a few weeks' worth of blog entries....and so I wasted about 2 hours, when I was supposed to be writing my stupid PI report. Sigh.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/114805663960940129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/114805663960940129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2006/05/been-blog-surfing-and-found-lots-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-114638512110033123</id><published>2006-04-30T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T01:19:21.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My dad has just brought to my attention that a link in my archives (part of the template/skin so I can't change it now) that used to link to Auntie Allen's blog now directs the user to a porn site. O_oUser be ware.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/114638512110033123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/114638512110033123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-dad-has-just-brought-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-114627965015483198</id><published>2006-04-28T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T20:47:41.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just saw the second telecast of Superband and was reminded to add a link to Jing Bao Yue Tuan's blog. It's on friendster so I don't know if you can read it if you don't have an account.Objectively speaking, I thought their second performance - the first time in the studio - was certainly not their best, but I've heard them do much better and I'm sure they're capable of going far in this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/114627965015483198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/114627965015483198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2006/04/just-saw-second-telecast-of-superband.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-114560304483553629</id><published>2006-04-21T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T00:04:04.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One of the perks of this job is that your boss is actually an international-award winning photographer. Which means he knows lots of people and takes lots of nice photos which you can use for your MSN display pic... XDAnyway, he was speaking at a digital photography seminar yesterday with Eric Cheng. I got to see some of their work, and I also got to see Stephen Wong and Takako Uno, two pretty </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/114560304483553629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/114560304483553629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2006/04/one-of-perks-of-this-job-is-that-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-114433536920709398</id><published>2006-04-06T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T07:56:09.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After these 4 months fighting for a place to stand squeezing with the rest of the working population on the train, I find people who lean their entire body on the holding bars my absolute pet peeve. Some of these invertebrates will even lean on the bar when you're already holding it, squashing your fingers under their weight. Even worse - some of them will attempt to read the papers while leaning</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/114433536920709398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/114433536920709398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2006/04/after-these-4-months-fighting-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-114277719394849068</id><published>2006-03-19T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T06:06:33.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Still figuring out the comments function of the new blog, so have removed the link to it for now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/114277719394849068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/114277719394849068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2006/03/still-figuring-out-comments-function.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-114242951178298446</id><published>2006-03-15T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T06:03:38.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NTU = world class university? Dream on. Especially when they (or the corp comms, at any rate) just displayed shocking ignorance by misusing the phrase "I think, therefore I am" in its recent advertisements. I think Rene Descartes just turned in his grave (again!).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/114242951178298446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/114242951178298446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2006/03/ntu-world-class-university-dream-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-114222329805136477</id><published>2006-03-12T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T20:16:33.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dream A Little DreamStars shining bright above youNight breezes seem to whisper "I love you"Birds singin' in the sycamore treesDream a little dream of meSay nighty-night and kiss meJust hold me tight and tell me you'll miss meWhile I'm alone and blue as can beDream a little dream of meStars fading but I linger on dearStill craving your kissI'm longin' to linger till dawn dearJust saying thisSweet</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/114222329805136477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/114222329805136477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2006/03/dream-little-dream-stars-shining_13.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-114218487453532612</id><published>2006-03-12T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T09:34:34.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just walked home from Bugis... next time I'll try that when I'm not wearing heels ^^; Interesting to realise that Singapore is rather small after all. Took only a little more than 3 hours.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/114218487453532612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/114218487453532612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-walked-home-from-bugis.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-114157692480393489</id><published>2006-03-05T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T08:42:04.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went on a major shopping spree today. Retail therapy! (And the best thing is it was all free because I was using vouchers my dad got from somewhere =P)The next thing I plan to do is get down to some major spring-cleaning. That includes everything from clothes to the friendlist on the sidebar of this blog... been letting things wallow and build-up for too long. I need to throw away the old and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/114157692480393489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/114157692480393489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2006/03/went-on-major-shopping-spree-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-114148860195622660</id><published>2006-03-04T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T08:10:01.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good Lord. I've just heard that Hollywood is remaking 'Infernal Affairs' (wu jian dao) as 'The Departed'. (Damned stupid Americans, can't they just watch the original like everybody else instead of wanting everything remade with Caucasian faces and the USA as the backdrop?) Yes, I hear cries of "Sacriledge!" from the people who really liked the movie.I don't know, the title sounds crappy already.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/114148860195622660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/114148860195622660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2006/03/good-lord.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-114145194397372350</id><published>2006-03-03T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T21:59:03.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tonight, I can write...(by Pablo Neruda)I can write the saddest poem of all tonight;Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance."The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.On nights like this, I held her in my arms.And I kissed her so many times under the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/114145194397372350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/114145194397372350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2006/03/tonight-i-can-write.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-114105538801910903</id><published>2006-02-27T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T07:49:48.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's over, but I what fills me is not a sense of relief, but a terrible unrest.Meditate on one word only, and all troubles will cease.How do I begin when I am still searching for that word?("Ghazal of Equanimity" by Alfian bin Sa'at)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/114105538801910903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/114105538801910903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-over-but-i-what-fills-me-is-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-113913771192469563</id><published>2006-02-05T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T03:08:31.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Keys to Your HeartYou are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.In love, you feel the most alive when everything is uncertain, one moment heaven... the next moment hell.You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring.You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic.Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/113913771192469563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/113913771192469563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2006/02/keys-to-your-heart-you-are-attracted.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-113862498291729622</id><published>2006-01-30T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T04:43:02.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Filled with a horrible feeling of lethargy. There's so much to be done, but things still aren't going as fast as I'd like them to be.I think I can finally empathise with Miss Lim when she's trying to get the choir to move but we drag her down. It's a rather helpless feeling when you see the urgency and you see the potential to succeed - if only they would just freaking get off their arses and get</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/113862498291729622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/113862498291729622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2006/01/filled-with-horrible-feeling-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-113820584437352209</id><published>2006-01-25T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T08:17:24.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sonnet XLIVby Pablo NerudaYou must know that I do not love and that I love you,because everything alive has its two sides;a word is one wing of silence,fire has its cold half.I love you in order to begin to love you,to start infinity againand never to stop loving you:that's why I do not love you yet.I love you, and I do not love you, as if I heldkeys in my hand: to a future of joy-a wretched, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/113820584437352209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/113820584437352209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2006/01/sonnet-xliv-by-pablo-neruda-you-must.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-113721249365246259</id><published>2006-01-13T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T20:21:33.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Been meaning to do a new layout for ages, but just never had the time. Now, I still don't have the time, so I just did some minimal changes and cleaned up the coding, haha... Will probably improve on this when I have the time (and a better computer screen to work with... -_-)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/113721249365246259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/113721249365246259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2006/01/been-meaning-to-do-new-layout-for-ages.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-113698904664993333</id><published>2006-01-11T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T06:17:26.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yes, so I haven't posted in a while.Basically, between work and choir, I'm thankful that I have time to sleep. Things aren't going to let up for a long long time either - and one of the reasons is this:CANTEMUS 2006~NTU Choir Annual Concert~25th February  -  8PMVictoria Concert HallTickets at $15 (free seating)Please support! And because we're going for the Choir Olympics this year, this year's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/113698904664993333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/113698904664993333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2006/01/yes-so-i-havent-posted-in-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-113547877311254531</id><published>2005-12-24T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T18:46:13.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last day of carolling! After today my poor vocal chords can get some well deserved rest!Because I'm not really into the whole xmas thing, I won't attempt to wish everyone happy xmas. So... Happy Holidays, everyone! =DP/S: I keep trying to use the Alt key for shortcuts and putting my cursor in the top right corner of the screen expecting the programme windows to move away so I can see my desktop. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/113547877311254531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/113547877311254531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2005/12/last-day-of-carolling-after-today-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-113491887657824383</id><published>2005-12-18T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T07:14:36.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Three days straight of carolling, during which I somehow was inducted into the new (and immensely confusing and complicated) choir family - the Milk family. Where there are at least 2 gay couples and I am somehow a single mother who already has a granddaughter ^^;It's nice that the choir is completely mad again (as usual). We're having fun terrorising bus drivers and fellow MRT passengers with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/113491887657824383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/113491887657824383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2005/12/three-days-straight-of-carolling.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-113397453206464358</id><published>2005-12-07T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T08:55:32.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Took the stupid shoutout box down. Yay.Internship has started, so far so good. I have a feeling I've been stressing people out today because I finished my work too fast and had nothing to do for a long while so I kept bugging people for more stuff. But today is probably an exception to the rule... perhaps its time I learnt to appreciate the times when life cuts me some slack while I still can ^^;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/113397453206464358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/113397453206464358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2005/12/took-stupid-shoutout-box-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-113371144668198741</id><published>2005-12-04T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T07:50:46.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't post replies on my own shoutout box but everyone else can. Sian... this is so dumb. I think I shall take it down soon.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/113371144668198741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/113371144668198741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-cant-post-replies-on-my-own-shoutout.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-113367937226129587</id><published>2005-12-03T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T22:56:12.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Heart Is GreenLove completes you, but that doesn't mean you seek it out.When love comes your way, you integrate it peacefully into the rest of you life.Your flirting style: Laid backYour lucky first date: Walking around aimlessly and talkingYour dream lover: Is both enthusiastic and calmWhat you bring to relationships: BalanceWhat Color Heart Do You Have?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/113367937226129587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/113367937226129587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2005/12/your-heart-is-green-love-completes-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-113363407480155758</id><published>2005-12-03T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T10:21:14.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been an immensely tiring week. Had a week of choir camp and now after this evening's carolling session at Suntec Carrefour, I officially have no more voice. Don't know whether can go for carolling tomorrow or not *sigh* But despite all that, I'm having the time of my life! (Yes, crazy, ain't it?)Starting my internship on Monday, not entirely sure what to expect. I really hope I'll be able to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/113363407480155758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/113363407480155758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-been-immensely-tiring-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-113250182923428072</id><published>2005-11-20T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T07:51:51.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Words, Wide Nightby Carol Ann Duffy (1955)Somewhere on the other side of this wide night and the distance between us, I am thinking of you. The room is turning slowly away from the moon. This is pleasurable. Or shall I cross that out and say it is sad? In one of the tenses I am singing an impossible song of desire that you cannot hear. Lalalala. See? I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/113250182923428072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/113250182923428072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2005/11/words-wide-night-by-carol-ann-duffy.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-113169542309515978</id><published>2005-11-10T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T11:00:46.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why do you type so strangely? Your fingers fly across the keyboard as if it were music, not words, that flow out of your tactful ministrations. Lighting on each key, a tap, a music of ungainly rhythm as you think of what to say, as you allow the symphony in your brain to form the delicate swirls of language.You type the way you used to play - chaotic, running wild and untamed with cheerful </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/113169542309515978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/113169542309515978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2005/11/why-do-you-type-so-strangely-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-113142712333321064</id><published>2005-11-07T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T21:18:43.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know it's going to be a bad exam when you nearly doze off in the middle of the exam because you have nothing intelligent to write and you get sian of the paper.Sigh. Hurray for my first 'D' grade.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/113142712333321064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/113142712333321064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2005/11/you-know-its-going-to-be-bad-exam-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-113069598719239339</id><published>2005-10-30T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T03:18:29.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Interesting fact learnt today: "oxymoron" is Greek for "pointedly foolish".All too often when I study literature, I find myself asking more questions than I could ever answer. First you question the meaning of life; then of death. Then time, memory, identity and self. And then, inevitably, love."You said, "I love you." Why is it that the most unoriginal thing we can say to one another is still </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/113069598719239339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/113069598719239339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2005/10/interesting-fact-learnt-today-oxymoron.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-113033850511601513</id><published>2005-10-26T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T07:55:05.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Did I mention I love my roomie? I love my roomie :P</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/113033850511601513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/113033850511601513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2005/10/did-i-mention-i-love-my-roomie-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-113012350522515104</id><published>2005-10-23T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T20:23:30.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Take this quiz at QuizGalaxy.comCarpe Diem!~*~You fit in with:SpiritualismYour ideals are mostly spiritual, but in an individualistic way.  While spirituality is very important in your life, organized religion itself may not be for you.  It is best for you to seek these things on your own terms.40% spiritual.80% reason-oriented.    Take this quiz at QuizGalaxy.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/113012350522515104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/113012350522515104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2005/10/take-this-quiz-at-quizgalaxy.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-112979085778857897</id><published>2005-10-19T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T23:47:37.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know you've completely gone off your rocker when a gift-wrapped packet drink can make your day.I finally opened my "present" from Ben today... haha (Thanks, Ben!). It's kind of a funny story really, about our GO-FAR (Aceh) team and our obsessive love affair with Teh Botol. Teh Botol is literally 'bottled tea'; or rather, sugared water that kind of tastes and looks like tea. We drank </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/112979085778857897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/112979085778857897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2005/10/you-know-youve-completely-gone-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-112964415302864285</id><published>2005-10-18T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T07:16:50.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you can't read the post below, change your encoding to unicode.歌曲：相爱很难   歌手：张学友,梅艳芳最好有生一日都爱下去但谁人能将恋爱当做终生兴趣生活其实旨在找到个伴侣面对现实热恋很快变长流细水可惜我不智或侥幸对火花天生敏感不过两只手拉得太紧爱到过了界那对爱人同时亦最易变成一对敌人也许相爱很难就难在其实双方各有各寄望, 怎么办要单恋都难受太大的礼会内疚却也无力归还也许不爱不难但如未成佛升仙也会怕爱情前途黯淡爱不爱都难未快乐先有责任给予对方面露欢颜得到浪漫又要有空间得到定局却怕去到终站然后付出多得到少不介意豁达又担心有人看不过眼无论热恋中失恋中都永远记住第一戒别要张开双眼</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/112964415302864285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/112964415302864285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2005/10/if-you-cant-read-post-below-change.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-112955511703418140</id><published>2005-10-17T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T06:18:38.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you had the choice between immortality and companionship, which would you choose?I don't mind being alone. In fact, I rather like it - it's quieter that way. But being alone and being lonely are two different things, and human beings are supposed to be social creatures. Facing immortality is more fearsome than facing death alone, because there are things more horrible than death - boredom is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/112955511703418140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/112955511703418140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2005/10/if-you-had-choice-between-immortality.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-112939472334076425</id><published>2005-10-15T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T09:54:12.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Am annoyed with myself. I obviously have no sense of self-control - which is ok except that I'm gradually dragging someone else into trouble now. *feels bad* My middle name is Distraction =( Saw this flashmovie "Glenn Said" that I found particularly poignant - and, unfortunately, true. Nice graphics and music.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/112939472334076425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/112939472334076425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2005/10/am-annoyed-with-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-112885867327532917</id><published>2005-10-09T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T04:51:13.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have been tagged by The River, and I obey *elaborate bow*Instructions of the tag: Given a topic, you are to write down your answers in your blog, and then send the same topic to 5 other people. Write down the names of these 5 people and link to them on your blog. Go visit their blogs to notify them that they are tagged. The 5 people who are tagged should, in their own blogs, write down the name</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/112885867327532917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/112885867327532917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-have-been-tagged-by-river-and-i-obey.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-112884589761251820</id><published>2005-10-09T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T01:18:17.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/112884589761251820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/112884589761251820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-112832221148346849</id><published>2005-10-02T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T23:59:59.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went for the last of my internship interviews today. It's been exciting in a stressful kind of way, and I guess it's a bit of a shock to finally register that it's my third year in university - second last year of actually being a student. (Although, as our dear government branch MOM will tell us, we should be thinking about "lifelong learning".)Having only recently discovered the joys of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/112832221148346849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/112832221148346849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2005/10/went-for-last-of-my-internship.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-112784129260081615</id><published>2005-09-27T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T11:38:21.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why do I love? You, Sir?Because.The Wind does not require the GrassTo answer wherefore when He passShe cannot keep Her place.Because He knows - andDo not You?And We know notEnough for Us -The Wisdom it be so.The Lightning never asked an EyeWherefore it shut when He was by -Because He knows it cannot speak Of reasons not containedBy speechThe Sunrise, Sire, compelleth MeBecause He's Sunrise, and I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/112784129260081615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/112784129260081615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2005/09/why-do-i-love-you-sir-because.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-112762571140272295</id><published>2005-09-24T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T22:21:51.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now they come and finally change the point system. And it will only be in effect after I graduate. What the hell?!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/112762571140272295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/112762571140272295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2005/09/now-they-come-and-finally-change-point.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-112698123381545453</id><published>2005-09-17T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T11:20:33.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The problem with the camera - both digital and film - is that neither can capture what the human eye sees exactly as it is. It can achieve an approximation, but in the end that's all that it is.This trip, I saw so many things I wanted to share, and was so frustrated when I just couldn�t seem to capture the essence of that moment in a photograph.I wanted to share how the stars were strewn across </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/112698123381545453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/112698123381545453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2005/09/problem-with-camera-both-digital-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-112627805545860027</id><published>2005-09-09T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T08:00:55.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh I'm leaving on a SMAC planeCome 17th I'll be back againOh, babe, I hate to go~As you can see, the last minute crazy rush to pack my bags before I fly off tomorrow has driven me crazy.Sorry choristers, about missing the choir outing on Monday!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/112627805545860027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/112627805545860027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2005/09/oh-im-leaving-on-smac-plane-come-17th.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-112584655247756441</id><published>2005-09-04T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T08:09:12.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The NTU Choir performed with the Singapore Police Force Band at their 80th Anniversary Concert last night, and it was so cool singing at the Esplanade! The band's not bad - though I generally prefer orchestras :P And the best thing is that it's the last performance for us until carolling starts in December! Yay!Now I can go concentrate on the homework avalanche and packing my bags for Meulaboh. *</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/112584655247756441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/112584655247756441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2005/09/ntu-choir-performed-with-singapore.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-112569090889566869</id><published>2005-09-02T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T13:05:08.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Going back to Meulaboh in a week's time - wouldn't have realised how imminent the trip was til Kerri reminded me just now. I feel so unprepared =(Having mixed feelings about going back, actually. (Yes, "mixed feelings" seems to be my predominant emotion of the moment. 'Mixed' might be a nice way of saying 'confusing' or 'chaotic'. Or, very possibly, 'fucked up'.) On one hand, life there is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/112569090889566869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/112569090889566869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2005/09/going-back-to-meulaboh-in-weeks-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-112537197639641635</id><published>2005-08-29T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T12:28:20.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NTU's 50th Anniversary celebrations last night - had mixed feelings about it. Despite all the crap we had to put up with - poor time management, sucky catering, long hours, the indignity of making us lip-sync and wave lightsticks that couldn't even be seen under the stage lights - I gather we rather enjoyed ourselves in the end. I think the most fun for most of us was that we had to wear ethnic </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/112537197639641635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/112537197639641635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2005/08/ntus-50th-anniversary-celebrations.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-112502351262316490</id><published>2005-08-25T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T19:31:52.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There's just something about the death of another human being that disturbs me at a level I can't articulate. Perhaps it is memento mori, the reminder that the Reaper comes to all. Or perhaps it's the incomprehension at such a lack of will to live, despite the understanding that (to quote 'Buffy') the hardest thing in the world is to live in it.And it doesn't help that about 5 minutes later after</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/112502351262316490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/112502351262316490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2005/08/theres-just-something-about-death-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-112456493230092011</id><published>2005-08-20T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T12:08:52.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The NTU Choir is performing next Wednesday (24th August) from 12.30pm to 1.30pm at LT19 as part of the ExxonMobil concert series. If you're interested can just come down, free seating and free of charge. Now you can see exactly what I've been doing instead of going for class and doing my tutorials... haha.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/112456493230092011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/112456493230092011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2005/08/ntu-choir-is-performing-next-wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-112424186769931519</id><published>2005-08-16T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T18:24:27.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gui Qing's article on the Meulaboh coffee shop was published in Reuters today! =) Read it here.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/112424186769931519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/112424186769931519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2005/08/gui-qings-article-on-meulaboh-coffee.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-112399118729985699</id><published>2005-08-13T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T20:46:27.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Watched "The Brutal Affections Of His &amp; Her" yesterday... interesting collection of plays - though perhaps "The Odd Couple" lost a bit of its Neil-Simon-edge with the Singaporeanisation of it besides being, well, the odd one out of the three. My favourite play by far was "Counting The Ways", a typically Albee script. It was a rather difficult play to pull off, but I gather from the cast that the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/112399118729985699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/112399118729985699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2005/08/watched-brutal-affections-of-his-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-112365577496955467</id><published>2005-08-09T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T23:36:14.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went to watch 'Charlie &amp; The Chocolate Factory' yesterday... The humour was surprisingly lame ^^; The word made flesh (or, in this case celluloid) by Burton and Depp was also considerably darker than it seemed in the book, but I enjoyed the new quirks of each character, especially the kids. The whole Willy Wonka backstory caught me unawares though, I was a bit disorientated by it. And the Oompa </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/112365577496955467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/112365577496955467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2005/08/went-to-watch-charlie-word-made-flesh.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-112324856135604779</id><published>2005-08-05T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T08:15:03.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This might seem like a completely random post, but it's not. Had a lit lecture on the novel "Written On The Body" this week, and the very first line of the book was "Why is the measure of love loss?". Neil (our lecturer) pointed out that all the so-called "great love stories" of the human civilisation are more often than not, tragedies (See for example "Romeo &amp; Juliet", Cleopatra &amp; Anthony, "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/112324856135604779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/112324856135604779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2005/08/this-might-seem-like-completely-random.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-112309291391770309</id><published>2005-08-03T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T11:15:13.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just watched "Irreversible" for film class today. Was feeling quite dizzy after it all because the camera kept swirling around. But I rather found I paid too much attention to the technical aspects of the film to be very emotionally involved in the story, so I didn't really find it that upsetting after all. The soundtrack was interesting though, it did make the film rather uncomfortable (A lot of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/112309291391770309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/112309291391770309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2005/08/just-watched-irreversible-for-film.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-112205717476756344</id><published>2005-07-22T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T11:32:54.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Flowers growing by the mass graves - Ujung Karang, Meulaboh.Sunset at Ground Zero - Ujung Karang, Meulaboh.Ruins of building - Suak Ribee, Meulaboh.Aceh is very beautiful. The waves are awesome, and I imagine before the tsunami polluted the beaches with tonnes of debris and pieces of houses, the coast was really really beautiful. If it weren't for the political situation there I bet it would have</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/112205717476756344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/112205717476756344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2005/07/flowers-growing-by-mass-graves-ujung.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-112167255685339814</id><published>2005-07-18T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T00:42:36.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>INTERNET!!! *GLEE*Am in an internet cafe in Medan now. Civilisation, at last =P Nah, it wasn't half bad in Meulaboh, we had a nice house and interesting food. We stayed in an area that was 15 mins walk from the part of the town that was destroyed by the tsunami. But the place has recovered somewhat since, there's construction and rebuilding going on most places and the people are starting to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/112167255685339814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/112167255685339814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2005/07/internet-glee-am-in-internet-cafe-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-112099815829453857</id><published>2005-07-10T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T08:03:12.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went for Cosfest with Jordie and MJ just now. Was quite amusing lar. And some people really put in heck of a lot of effort into their costumes, it was kinda scary really ^^; Most fascinating thing had to be the light sabres that actually lit up and Laire's Luna Lovegood lion hat - the eyes could flash red!Am leaving tomorrow morning for Medan (that's in North Sumatra), then taking an internal </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/112099815829453857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/112099815829453857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2005/07/went-for-cosfest-with-jordie-and-mj.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-112083866487621374</id><published>2005-07-08T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T09:04:24.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Which Battle Royale character are you? by liz.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/112083866487621374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/112083866487621374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2005/07/which-battle-royale-character-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004298.post-112077045853906468</id><published>2005-07-07T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T14:07:38.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Father, Father, Father help usSend some guidance from above'Cause people got me, got me questionin'Where is the love?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/112077045853906468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004298/posts/default/112077045853906468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_metatron.blogspot.com/2005/07/father-father-father-help-us-send-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Ange|us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701138990790740166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/serpentina666/me_icon.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
