<?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-4151320</id><updated>2012-01-03T02:25:27.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all dressed up and nowhere to go.</title><subtitle type='html'>my little avenue of release.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>146</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-2651325600907662449</id><published>2008-10-06T23:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T23:40:26.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/2651325600907662449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=2651325600907662449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/2651325600907662449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/2651325600907662449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-2244757345693274359</id><published>2008-04-19T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T23:46:14.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>=)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/2244757345693274359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=2244757345693274359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/2244757345693274359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/2244757345693274359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-1984577912264536904</id><published>2007-09-20T00:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T00:42:47.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My latest creationEar fodder: Libertango - Yo-yo Ma (damn gooood)So, yet another food post. Here's pics of my latest baking attempt: Chocolate tarts!I used the 'Absolute Chocolate Tart' recipe from http://www.chocolateandzucchini.com/ , and improvised a bit on my own. A pate sablee crust, dark chocolate (Lindt 85%) and creme liquide, to make a wonderful luscious thick ganache. Flavoured with bits</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/1984577912264536904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=1984577912264536904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/1984577912264536904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/1984577912264536904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-latest-creation-ear-fodder.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzALMzZClZo/RvFNru6TuiI/AAAAAAAAACs/MUIDbhuXT0s/s72-c/DSC00908.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-1744847894806863500</id><published>2007-09-08T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T19:51:36.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Minor updateEar fodder: Trouble - Dave MatthewsSo I haven't updated in a long while. Umm. Oops.I've started work, and it's a real steep learning curve. Lots to learn of course, given that I'm from a completely different background.In other news, a good friend of mine is flying off today. Going back to France.I hadn't spoken to him in some six years, because of a misunderstanding we had. And now </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/1744847894806863500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=1744847894806863500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/1744847894806863500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/1744847894806863500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2007/09/minor-update-ear-fodder-trouble-dave.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-1861671768869383926</id><published>2007-07-25T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T00:32:47.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quick-Quotes-QonversationIn an MSN conversation about hitch-hiking with my dear cousin PR...me:the only time i ever hitchhike was in ntulate at nighttoo shack to walkPR:not that NTU-CS-tic about walking eh?me:ARGHHH</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/1861671768869383926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=1861671768869383926&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/1861671768869383926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/1861671768869383926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2007/07/quick-quotes-qonversation-in-msn.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-8908763178413759220</id><published>2007-06-26T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T13:40:22.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hawtt Fuzz!Ear Fodder: Umbrella Friends (Forever Mix)If you haven't caught the movie 'Hot Fuzz' yet, you should!From the writers of Shaun of the Dead comes a spanking new adventure starring co-writer Simon Pegg. It's about a anal London cop who's so pitch perfect in his job, he gets transferred by his jealous superiors to a small country town before he can get promoted above them. And so he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/8908763178413759220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=8908763178413759220&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/8908763178413759220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/8908763178413759220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2007/06/hawtt-fuzz-ear-fodder-umbrella-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-58776862660476777</id><published>2007-06-12T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T18:10:03.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now that I've grown up...Ear Fodder: Umbrella (ella-ella) by Rihanna ft. Jay-Z!"So class, do you know how to tell which pair of inverted commas go where?"It was a boisterous primary three class, the teacher a benevolent kind lady who obviously didn't deserve to get us brats as a daily vexation. And little nine-year-olds can't really be bothered or brought to bother about the difference between </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/58776862660476777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=58776862660476777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/58776862660476777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/58776862660476777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2007/06/now-that-ive-grown-up.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzALMzZClZo/Rm5wjlQ46AI/AAAAAAAAACk/9N8GTl-M5Xw/s72-c/quotemarks.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-7804580251574574153</id><published>2007-06-03T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T01:19:08.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>KerriKremes!Ear Fodder: the sound of things frying.So here's what I made one lazy Friday afternoon...... which took quite a bit of work so technically it wasn't really a lazy afternoon any more.Well the story began when Jean told me how she queued for hours to buy a box of donuts which was finished in a few minutes, and I reallllly admired her patience. The only time I ever queued up for hours to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/7804580251574574153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=7804580251574574153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/7804580251574574153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/7804580251574574153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2007/06/kerrikremes-ear-fodder-sound-of-things.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzALMzZClZo/RmGiBrR1aiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/FU-F3X1qB7k/s72-c/DSC00870.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-8262530798925004242</id><published>2007-05-22T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T00:59:58.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mini update... Ear Fodder: Horizons by Concave Scream... still!Prepare for the onslaught of pictures, this post and next!My new ah beng PC... lovely wicked fast. I love how it starts up in like less than 30 seconds. It's like woooooooot compared to the 2 + minutes I spend drumming my fingers waiting for my laptop to cough awake.And the reason why I call it ah beng? At the shop in Sim Lim...Dros: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/8262530798925004242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=8262530798925004242&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/8262530798925004242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/8262530798925004242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2007/05/mini-update.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzALMzZClZo/RlHG77R1aXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/GUSninyoT5Q/s72-c/Copy+of+DSC00799.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-326381373939154548</id><published>2007-04-20T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T21:17:12.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TeeheeMy friend's nickname on MSN HAHAHAHA."My plane ticket from Fukuoka to Heraklion says: FUK-HER, 0315-0923, 20Apr07 (Non-stop)"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/326381373939154548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=326381373939154548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/326381373939154548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/326381373939154548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2007/04/teehee-my-friends-nickname-on-msn.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-5894836727821578934</id><published>2007-04-16T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T00:45:27.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Because I'm a Potty Potter Fan...Ear Fodder: Cupid's Chokehold - Gym Class Heroes (ba-da-da-da)And no amount of "it's a children's book.... for CHILDREN" shame will prevent me from posting the following...Yes yes. I have speculated about the Book 7. Which is coming out July 21. Which I've already pre-ordered. From Borders, in the hopes of getting a complimentary plush owl.And just so you're </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/5894836727821578934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=5894836727821578934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/5894836727821578934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/5894836727821578934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2007/04/because-im-potty-potter-fan.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-50688402945255626</id><published>2007-03-31T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T21:59:31.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Overnight Photoshop SensationEar Fodder: Give It To Me - Timbaland ft. Nelly Furtado and Justin Timberlake (hawttt)Well. For many years, my Photoshop skills simply extended to.. Save As, or saving the picture file in a different format. I think that was lesson #1 in CS108, which is all I remember of Photoshop lessons. But a couple of nights before FYP submission, inspiration was running high,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/50688402945255626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=50688402945255626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/50688402945255626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/50688402945255626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2007/03/overnight-photoshop-sensation-ear.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzALMzZClZo/Rg5mSKfTIYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MSYhXdOFRc4/s72-c/frontfrieze-dvd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-6474958331245182198</id><published>2007-03-24T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T01:47:23.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why I can't wait for April to arrive...Ear Fodder: Muse's Black Holes and Revelations album... wicked good!... because FYP will be over. (duh!)... because CBS will FINALLY air NEW episodes of CSI.... because April brings the Phantom of the Opera!!... because Hong Kong may possibly beckon!... because I'll have officially finished, on April 11th, my last lesson in NTU, and never again will I have a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/6474958331245182198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=6474958331245182198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/6474958331245182198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/6474958331245182198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2007/03/why-i-cant-wait-for-april-to-arrive.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-2697806286956792121</id><published>2007-03-19T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T12:05:05.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Something to spurt water out your nose...Ear Fodder: Someone I Know - Debt OST!My dear Agagooga, in conversation over MSN:kimberly says:I was at geylanghelping friend do data collection for her project on streetwalkers and condom useand I screwed up my chineseI asked one prostitute if we could have sex without a seatbelt[sottovoce] says:安全带 (an1 quan2 dai4) instead of 安全套(an1 quan2 tao4)??? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/2697806286956792121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=2697806286956792121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/2697806286956792121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/2697806286956792121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2007/03/something-to-spurt-water-out-your-nose.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-5355467329477421468</id><published>2007-03-13T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T19:48:00.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Sober MemeEar Fodder: Patience - Dreamgirls OSTI got this from Beth's blog.Choose 10 random people from your friends list and write down your true feelings about them. Do not disclose who they are. Leave them guessing.But since I don't have a friends list here, and I doubt there's more than 10 people on my friends list anyways, I'm just going to address this to 10 people I know, who may or may </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/5355467329477421468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=5355467329477421468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/5355467329477421468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/5355467329477421468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2007/03/sober-meme-ear-fodder-patience.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-7805508096760076730</id><published>2007-03-02T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T23:12:03.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If Only...Ear Fodder: Black Horse And The Cherry Tree - KT Tunstall... I could write songs like this.Inadequacy is a feeling hard to shake. I know. I know. Trying, trying.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/7805508096760076730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=7805508096760076730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/7805508096760076730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/7805508096760076730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2007/03/if-only.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-7095528029040917540</id><published>2007-02-21T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T23:46:56.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Year Of The SlothEar Fodder: All Cream-y songs in prep for my radio show tmr!Current status : drinking mug after mug of Jap green tea now in an effort to detox. How and why did I allow all that pastry to pass my lips?I told Jean that I'd only allow myself to have two kinds of goodies this year. Yurh blooody right.But it was a great four days of absolute, absolute, sloth-ery. I ate my grandma's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/7095528029040917540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=7095528029040917540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/7095528029040917540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/7095528029040917540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2007/02/year-of-sloth-ear-fodder-all-cream-y.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-7101443985006423844</id><published>2007-02-08T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T01:02:08.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Faux Pas x 3 Ear Fodder: All Good Things (Come To An End) by Nelly Furtado (and mysteriously ft. Chris Martin!)Me: (concernedly) Did you get sunburnt on the neck? -points to own neck-SX: No, it's a birthmark.-------Me: (offhandedly) Oh, are you peeling on your arm? -motions with own arm-TW: No, it's a birthmark.-------Me: (to some girl I barely know) Hey, you've got something on your nose. -</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/7101443985006423844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=7101443985006423844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/7101443985006423844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/7101443985006423844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2007/02/faux-pas-x-3-ear-fodder-all-good-things.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-7186259046407942583</id><published>2007-01-19T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T01:36:09.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We will soldier on.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/7186259046407942583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=7186259046407942583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/7186259046407942583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/7186259046407942583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2007/01/we-will-soldier-on.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-5385849935395386089</id><published>2007-01-02T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T16:11:34.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Top 15 Songs of 2006Ear Fodder: Justin Justinn Justinnn oooooh.In a flash, it's 2007. It's time to list my fave songs of 2006! Was discussing with Vwee and the gang and it's kinda hard to narrow down all the songs, as usual.But as da man Vwee said on his blog, pop is really having a good year. Looking at my list, it seems like there's really few rock-out songs. Hmm. Wait. Almost none at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/5385849935395386089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=5385849935395386089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/5385849935395386089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/5385849935395386089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2007/01/top-15-songs-of-2006-ear-fodder-justin.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-116525390149821767</id><published>2006-12-04T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T01:43:59.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh Happy DayEar Fodder: November Rain - Guns 'N RosesPicture-laden post coming up!27th November dawned fair and clear, a perfect beginning to a perfect day.My dear TW planned the whole day of celebration activities for me!1:00pmWent to T*hai Express for lunch, and since it was my birthday, we decided to capitalize on the birthday discounts available with the privilege card. Singaporean instincts </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/116525390149821767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=116525390149821767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/116525390149821767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/116525390149821767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2006/12/oh-happy-day-ear-fodder-november-rain.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-116427756308225230</id><published>2006-11-23T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T18:31:15.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GGGGGGmemememeEar Fodder: My Love (Sexy Ladies/Let Me Talk To You Prelude) - Justin Timberlake (hawtttt shit)... all for you, lu-ster.1) G is for Grape, my preferred flavour when it comes to sweets, or Yakult!2) G is for Guns 'N Roses, whose song November Rain is possibly my highest ranked fave song.3) G is for Guitars, I got 3 of them wheeeee.4) G is for Grissom, the one and only Grissom of CSI </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/116427756308225230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=116427756308225230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/116427756308225230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/116427756308225230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2006/11/ggggggmemememe-ear-fodder-my-love-sexy.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-116410691528345238</id><published>2006-11-21T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T19:03:37.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hot hot hot!Set to release next spring.The Games We Play EP by The PseudosFeaturing:Here AgainCrosswordGames... and 2 previously unreleased new songs!The inside of the CD package.Lovely album design by Tat W*ee, of course.Watch out for our 2007 spring release!(in other words, only after the furore of FYP is done...)Advance orders welcome! =)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/116410691528345238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=116410691528345238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/116410691528345238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/116410691528345238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2006/11/hot-hot-hot-set-to-release-next-spring.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-116325322199405088</id><published>2006-11-11T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T21:53:42.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Grief is so tiring.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/116325322199405088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=116325322199405088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/116325322199405088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/116325322199405088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2006/11/grief-is-so-tiring.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-116306030472561948</id><published>2006-11-09T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T16:18:24.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life in mono (and stereo)Ear Fodder: With U by Janet... ooooooh.I've been spending my time DAWdling away in the audio suite. I've been spending my time getting my dose of adrenaline from Avid. Cabin feverrrrrrrrr. Sad to say, I kant study for media law because projects not finish yet.So I take time off to do the following....--------------Spend a few minutes with DunK.Me: Eh, listen to this song </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/116306030472561948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=116306030472561948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/116306030472561948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/116306030472561948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2006/11/life-in-mono-and-stereo-ear-fodder-with.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-116214803347083237</id><published>2006-10-30T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T02:54:33.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Right here right now (in my head)Ear fodder: What Goes Around - Justin Timberlake (his next hit for sure)Deadlines deadlines deadlines.him? sigh. trying.Deadlines deadlines deaaaaaadlines.Him? I'm trying too.Deadlines deadlines deeeaaadlinessssssss.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/116214803347083237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=116214803347083237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/116214803347083237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/116214803347083237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2006/10/right-here-right-now-in-my-head-ear.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-116135791726538207</id><published>2006-10-20T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T02:32:33.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hilarious professorEar fodder: Strangely, things that have an Indian accent.Just had to share this. Cheers to N*TU academia. Thank goodness there's at least one of you who has a sense of humour.Watch this 6 min clip on Youtube.  Priceless responses written on student feedback forms for this professor who'll "take them to the grave with him".Now I'll have some ideas on what to write in my next  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/116135791726538207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=116135791726538207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/116135791726538207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/116135791726538207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2006/10/hilarious-professor-ear-fodder.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-116091451426023515</id><published>2006-10-15T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T20:15:14.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It seems to me...Ear fodder : Hands of Time by Groove Armada (thanks to my dear Holden &amp; The Chillout Hour)... that you can't turn back the hands of time.... that I haven't slept regular hours in a long while.... a huge waste of time when I bring home my textbooks to study over the weekend but barely get anything done, and only really get started when I go back to hall.... always quite sad to see</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/116091451426023515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=116091451426023515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/116091451426023515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/116091451426023515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2006/10/it-seems-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-116022494409534953</id><published>2006-10-07T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T20:42:57.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Really?Ear Fodder: FutureSex.LoveSounds - Justin's new album!So three different people have come up to me and said "Hey we saw your picture in the movie Sing*apore Dream*ing!"To which my reaction is "Huh?"Apparently in one of the scenes with Lim Y*u Be*ng, he flips through a photo album of his younger days, the days when he aspired to be a musician, and in that album are pictures of him jamming </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/116022494409534953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=116022494409534953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/116022494409534953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/116022494409534953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2006/10/really-ear-fodder-futuresex.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-115910799303531167</id><published>2006-09-24T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T22:29:34.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You have been warned!Ear Fodder: London Bridge by Fergie (guilty pleasure)In a dark corner of the Arab St area...So take it elsewhere, hmmkay?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/115910799303531167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=115910799303531167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/115910799303531167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/115910799303531167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-have-been-warned-ear-fodder-london.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-115842370746668780</id><published>2006-09-17T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T00:23:01.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know I've been blogging for something like once every month, so this is a valiant effort to blog more than once every month.Which would be a successful effort if I weren't feeling so railroaded by life right now.Railroaded by assignments, which somehow never get completed in the amount of time I should have completed it by. And I don't have the courage to just complete it and go do other more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/115842370746668780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=115842370746668780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/115842370746668780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/115842370746668780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-know-ive-been-blogging-for-something.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-115668388294848685</id><published>2006-08-25T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T20:45:07.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Never goneOne year may have dulled the pain and shock, but one year doesn't come close to blurring the memories.Images, pictures, clear and distilled, resonant and warm,  surface now and then in my mind when I am too tired to push them away.In the fragmented reality of the cyber-world, you still exist. You're still on my MSN contact list. You're still in my phone contacts. Even when I often have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/115668388294848685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=115668388294848685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/115668388294848685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/115668388294848685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2006/08/never-gone-one-year-may-have-dulled.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-115383959776924622</id><published>2006-07-25T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T23:02:17.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There and back againEar Fodder: U2's "How to Dismantle" album I picked up at a flea market sale!Just returned from a short trip to Bangkok, so I thought I'll update for the sake of updating. More to come on the trip and possibly CS FOC.Yes, it's 2 weeks more to school term. No more holidays. Ergh.Before you know it, you're on a magic carpet ride out into the working world. Just ask the fresh </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/115383959776924622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=115383959776924622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/115383959776924622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/115383959776924622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2006/07/there-and-back-again-ear-fodder-u2s-how.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-115150910604338058</id><published>2006-06-28T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T23:40:22.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tag!Ear fodder: Call On Me - Janet Jackson feat. Nelly (her new single!)Thanks to Jean, I got tagged to do a meme. For the 1st time in my life.4 alcoholic beverages I enjoy from time to time:1. Chocolate martini : made with butterscotch schnapps, vanilla vodka, chocolate syrup and a hershey's kiss mmmmmmmm...2. Bailey's with milk. Standard drink for me.3. Kahlua. With vodka and milk in a White </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/115150910604338058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=115150910604338058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/115150910604338058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/115150910604338058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2006/06/tag-ear-fodder-call-on-me-janet-jackson.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-115134477130770197</id><published>2006-06-27T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T02:01:38.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The post that should have beenEar Fodder: All Coldplay stuff in preparation for their July 10 concert!Sometimes when I'm walking, or when I have a moment to think, I see potential topics for blog posts popping up left right and centre.Like how internship is FINALLY over (a week ago, yes proKrastinor Kerri) and the sudden lull is a bit disconcerting. As I told Pea, after another </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/115134477130770197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=115134477130770197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/115134477130770197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/115134477130770197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2006/06/post-that-should-have-been-ear-fodder.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-114961034121874935</id><published>2006-06-07T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T00:20:24.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just another day at workEar Fodder:  Where'd You Go  -  Fort Minor feat. Holly Brook &amp; Jonah Matranga (actually wasn't that impressed by the song at first but it creeps up on you slowly)An example of the indomitable male ego at work...The only person with Adobe Acrobat in her laptop is away on a work trip. Alexis urgently needs to convert some documents to PDF. I remember that Adobe Indesign is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/114961034121874935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=114961034121874935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/114961034121874935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/114961034121874935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2006/06/just-another-day-at-work-ear-fodder.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-114882465519729495</id><published>2006-05-28T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T22:02:03.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Little thingsEar Fodder: Warlocks - RHCP (hmmm despite all the bad "too poppish" flak they're getting, there ARE some songs that are pretty good)Ok. To counter the super depressive previous post, here are some things, that if just one of them happens to me, they can totally make my day.1) Tim Tams - Classic Dark of course, and the latest cool one I discovered.. Black Forest!2) Strawberry Pocky - </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/114882465519729495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=114882465519729495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/114882465519729495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/114882465519729495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2006/05/little-things-ear-fodder-warlocks-rhcp.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-114787404810040689</id><published>2006-05-17T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T21:57:58.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Going out of my mindEar Fodder: Dani California - RHCPSo this surely, is what going crazy feels like.I've always hated bringing work home, but due to the demands of some, lately I've been doing that.At first it was just a mild irritation, when after dinner I couldn't curl up and read a book, but complete some niggling task that had to be done "ASAP".Then it grew. Like in Harry Potter, it just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/114787404810040689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=114787404810040689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/114787404810040689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/114787404810040689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2006/05/going-out-of-my-mind-ear-fodder-dani.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-114684620393435576</id><published>2006-05-06T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T00:23:23.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That little bit of fame...Ear fodder: (there isn't enough brain juice left to determine what ear fodder i'm currently having)Well, the Pseudos' (only) hit song "Here Again" is running on the "Pol*ice &amp; Thief" trailers this week on Ch*5! Look ma, I'm on TV! I mean, I'm heard on TV, but .. ahh you know what I mean. Hee.Got 2 excited msgs from friends who'd caught the trailer and recognized the song</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/114684620393435576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=114684620393435576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/114684620393435576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/114684620393435576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2006/05/that-little-bit-of-fame.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-114519790795803683</id><published>2006-04-16T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T22:37:06.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ThunderstormsEar fodder: Thunder. Haha no really now it's Bubble Pop Electric by Gwen Stefani.The storm broke and I was trying to sleep.I don't remember thunder being so loud and so frightening. It seemed to just hit above my block and resounded too close.When I was little I wasn't so scared, I'd just put a pillow over my head, turn over and go back to sleep. Now I'm huddling under my blanket </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/114519790795803683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=114519790795803683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/114519790795803683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/114519790795803683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2006/04/thunderstorms-ear-fodder-thunder.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-114338473614001030</id><published>2006-03-26T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T00:14:40.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bored on a Sunday evening..Ear Fodder: Beep by the PCD feat. will.i.am. (AH!! guilty pleasure...!)... and so I click on a link sent by my friend, myheritage, and discover a celebrity face recognition tool!So I submit this photo...And guess who I look like??(err.. really???)and others....     oh, and also....... (HAHAHAHA!!!)Ok do go check out the site. Loads of laughs. Thanks DunK!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/114338473614001030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=114338473614001030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/114338473614001030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/114338473614001030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2006/03/bored-on-sunday-evening.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-114297463833169034</id><published>2006-03-22T04:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T04:57:18.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All grown-upEar Fodder: Since U Been Gone - Kelly Clarkson (yeaaaaaaah yeahhhh...)Since it's almost 5 am, and I'm still up while the whole world is sleeping, this will be a relatively short post.I guess growing up's part of something we do everyday, and growing is a thought process that takes place in our minds every day as we add to our memories every new experience and every new lesson learnt </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/114297463833169034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=114297463833169034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/114297463833169034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/114297463833169034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2006/03/all-grown-up-ear-fodder-since-u-been.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-114184416838683315</id><published>2006-03-09T02:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T02:56:08.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There are some days when I want to either bury my face in my hands and cry or just hide away from the world. I think today was one of those days. Because?... I'm too tired to remember the reason. But at times when you're alone, or even amidst a laughing crowd, it just rears its ugly head and you find that you just can't run from it. Then it grips you. Then you either bury your face in your hands </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/114184416838683315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=114184416838683315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/114184416838683315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/114184416838683315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2006/03/there-are-some-days-when-i-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-114184427414190421</id><published>2006-02-18T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T03:00:28.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wide angle Ear Fodder: Ever The Same - Rob Thomas (on repeat in my ipod!) Today I went to one of my favourite places in Singapore - the Fine Arts section at Kinokuniya. It's a place I seldom visit nowadays, but when I do... I just love it. My favourite spot is the architecture section, where I get to sit in some hidden corner and look at photographs of places and buildings all over the world. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/114184427414190421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=114184427414190421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/114184427414190421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/114184427414190421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2006/02/wide-angle-ear-fodder-ever-same-rob.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-113795529613832555</id><published>2006-01-23T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T02:51:23.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Of pervs and the NELEar Fodder: Plush (acoustic) - Stone Temple Pilots [oldie but a goodie]For all you peeps staying in the north eastern part of Singapore, you'll probably agree with me that the NEL was the best thing to happen to the Singapore transport system.Then again, for all you peeps staying at Buangkok, you might not have agreed so readily until last week. =) Perhaps there's just too </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/113795529613832555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=113795529613832555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/113795529613832555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/113795529613832555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2006/01/of-pervs-and-nel-ear-fodder-plush.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-113691282792905813</id><published>2006-01-11T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T01:07:07.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>First post of 2006Ear Fodder: Hung Up - Madonna (totally stuck in my head)...and it's gonna be a short post haha.Hmm. I read through my blog entries recently and I found that they were all about me being tired and days crammed with work blahblah... until my toe fell asleep.So I resolved (and we all know what that word means) to blog about other stuff instead. More enriching accounts and glowing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/113691282792905813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=113691282792905813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/113691282792905813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/113691282792905813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2006/01/first-post-of-2006-ear-fodder-hung-up.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-113510013519004988</id><published>2005-12-21T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T03:02:07.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Taiwan... tai-two... tai-three...Ear Fodder: Rocking Around The Christmas Tree - MercyMe (rocked-up carols... whee!)Some three or four years ago, I stood in the lobby of Raffles Hotel and sang these words:Said the night wind to the little lamb: "Do you see what I see?Way up in the sky, little lamb,Do you see what I see?A star, a star, dancing in the nightWith a tail as big as a kite,With a tail </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/113510013519004988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=113510013519004988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/113510013519004988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/113510013519004988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2005/12/taiwan.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-113389468937762027</id><published>2005-12-07T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T02:45:14.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back to frontEar Fodder: Lydia - F.I.R. (Goood stuff)Erm. I started on my birthday entry, but it was too long and too much to remember, so I shall shelve it for later.Ok. I think I've officially established that this is my "dumb" period. I mean, this whole time, in so many circumstances I totally missed the whole picture and everyone, yes everyone, was so sure that I would guess what was going </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/113389468937762027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=113389468937762027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/113389468937762027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/113389468937762027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2005/12/back-to-front-ear-fodder-lydia-f.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-113265650197881242</id><published>2005-11-22T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T18:48:21.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The sound of music...aka timbre. HAHA!Ear Fodder: Dragostea Din Tei by Ozone (crazy catchy but their MTV's weird tho.. thanks Feli!)Informational post coming up! I realized that pple might need some directions on how to get to the nice little bistro called timbre.You can visit their webbie here. Scroll down to the bottom of the page for the map. Meanwhile, I've reproduced their very helpful </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/113265650197881242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=113265650197881242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/113265650197881242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/113265650197881242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2005/11/sound-of-music.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-113199475023802040</id><published>2005-11-15T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T03:05:28.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So with a whisper of breath, it's over.Ear Fodder: Ghost - Howie Day (Thanks Susan)Hmm. Hear that?The ringing sounds of silence. The ghost of the past semester.Of no more school assignments, no more classes, no more exams, for another 6 months at least. And it's holidays, albeit a short one, and Christmas is coming! =DBut nope, the calendar's pretty filled with stuff. (What's new?)The highlight </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/113199475023802040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=113199475023802040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/113199475023802040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/113199475023802040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-with-whisper-of-breath-its-over.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-113143988431054251</id><published>2005-11-08T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T16:51:24.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>InsomniaEar Fodder: A faint buzzing.Saturday night, I got into bed at 4am. I turned around a bit. When next I checked my clock, it was 6am. I fell asleep like a log and only got woken up at 330pm with a headache.Sunday night, I got into bed at 330am, and I tossed and turned till 5. Fed up, I got up and watched CSI (again.) until 7am. I still couldn't sleep. Headache still lurking around. My dad </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/113143988431054251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=113143988431054251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/113143988431054251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/113143988431054251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2005/11/insomnia-ear-fodder-faint-buzzing.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-113102741965939137</id><published>2005-11-03T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T22:18:20.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Soon I'll be eligible to vote.Ear Fodder: Shine - Collective Soul ( I love love love this song)The days are melding into each other with no clear concept of daytime and night-time. The boundaries are about as defined as the concepts in that crystal clear tome, Understanding Mgt.I can't believe it's November already. A year ago, what was I occupied with at this time? Production. Production, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/113102741965939137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=113102741965939137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/113102741965939137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/113102741965939137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2005/11/soon-ill-be-eligible-to-vote.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-113058278179119261</id><published>2005-10-29T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T18:50:23.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Out of the frying pan, and into the hot black wok.Ear Fodder: Scandalous - Mis-teeq (Nothing like some booty-shakin' stuff to make you forget.)All the projects are over. I can't believe it. Everything. Next sem, it's off to PI. And who knows what's going to come after that?But for now, exams. Sigh. So unprepared. M*dia Mgt is so screwed. I'm so screwed for M*dia Mgt.There isn't a sense of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/113058278179119261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=113058278179119261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/113058278179119261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/113058278179119261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2005/10/out-of-frying-pan-and-into-hot-black.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-112930294357615913</id><published>2005-10-14T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T23:17:37.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Little Miss UnderstoodEar Fodder: We Belong Together - Mariah (Thanks Ivan!)It seems like everyone's reading and misreading everyone else's blog. Suddenly a lot of links in my sidebar don't work anymore, 'cos people are taking down their blogs, taking a break from writing, or simply don't see a point in writing any more.What use is an avenue of release when you find that you have to mask your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/112930294357615913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=112930294357615913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/112930294357615913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/112930294357615913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2005/10/little-miss-understood-ear-fodder-we.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-112823602683305682</id><published>2005-10-02T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T15:54:22.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Puff the Magic PufferEar Fodder: It's Like That - Mariah CareyHe looks at you with those deep soulful eyes, then he breaks contact and darts away. Then he comes back a few minutes later to stare again.Dream date? Nah. Not unless you fancy your date getting all puffed up everytime he feels threatened.I never thought I'd actually blog about my pet, but here goes.I've kept like, 8 puffers, and this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/112823602683305682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=112823602683305682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/112823602683305682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/112823602683305682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2005/10/puff-magic-puffer-ear-fodder-its-like.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-112732789351071383</id><published>2005-09-22T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T02:39:17.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Plop! Back.Ear Fodder: Fancy Girl - StentorianI need to get off my ass and write about the things that's been happening to me, or I know it'll all just build and build and build and I'll never be able to get it all off my chest in one post.Ok. The rest of the Go-F*rers know that there was this one moment, when we were flying back from Aceh back into Medan, and it started to rain very badly, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/112732789351071383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=112732789351071383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/112732789351071383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/112732789351071383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2005/09/plop-back.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-112576809494236853</id><published>2005-09-04T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T01:33:21.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NonenitiesEar Fodder: David Danced - Salvador (simply amazing song)So much has happened that I don't know where to begin. But I suppose I'll get the little things up first.My segment on Livew*re will air Monday 5 Sept, 9pm on Arts Central. Don't forget to catch it!! This is one of the things I've been slaving away at during the hols. -beams- very proud of it! And yes, I'll be going back to Aceh </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/112576809494236853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=112576809494236853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/112576809494236853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/112576809494236853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2005/09/nonenities-ear-fodder-david-danced.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-112453121107178697</id><published>2005-08-20T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T17:49:05.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>365 days laterEar Fodder: SilenceA year ago, somewhere around this time, I blogged about love and relationships.A year down the road, things have changed.Yes, it's still the season of love, and it appears I'm the designated "gushee", aka everyone gushes to me.I'm happy for my friends, but the same time, I try not to think of what could happen for them and their relationship, 365 days </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/112453121107178697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=112453121107178697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/112453121107178697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/112453121107178697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2005/08/365-days-later-ear-fodder-silence-year.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-112377460484866208</id><published>2005-08-11T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T23:45:11.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sugar RushEar Fodder: Everything In It's Time - Corrinne MayCaution: Not for the diabetic.So I can go on and on and on about how this week has been crazy, and how the past 2 weeks in general after school reopened have been nuts, and how just these 2 days have stretched me out so thin that I came close to tears after a particular ugly incident.But I won't. Because the ugly incidents and stressful </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/112377460484866208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=112377460484866208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/112377460484866208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/112377460484866208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2005/08/sugar-rush-ear-fodder-everything-in-its.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-112247606707256622</id><published>2005-07-27T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T23:04:28.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Disorientation weekEar Fodder: Virginia Moon - Foo Fighters feat. Norah JonesWhen people ask me "So how was Aceh?", I don't really know to respond.How do I answer succinctly and yet precisely? How do I encapsulate the whole experience into a few short sentences?Unfortunately, all too often I reply with "Great" or "Fantastic" or "Went very well".It ends up being so superficial because I can't tell</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/112247606707256622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=112247606707256622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/112247606707256622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/112247606707256622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2005/07/disorientation-week-ear-fodder-virginia.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-112100855178441192</id><published>2005-07-10T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T23:21:14.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>3 times in the makingEar Fodder: Feel Good Inc. - GorillazRichard Curtis, the director and scriptwriter for Love Actually, said in the foreword to his written screenplay that a movie is made three times before it hits the screen: once when you're writing it, once when you're shooting it, and once when you're editing it. (Hint hint, I'd really like to have the written screenplay of Love Actually </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/112100855178441192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=112100855178441192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/112100855178441192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/112100855178441192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2005/07/3-times-in-making-ear-fodder-feel-good.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-112091436039309376</id><published>2005-07-09T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T21:06:44.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Brown, not orangeEar Fodder: September - Earth, Wind and FireFOC was a blast. Was really pretty well organized, with a coherent theme et al. I think the year 2s and the FOC main comm did a good job. Kudos especially to XX and KL.I had a ball of a time, acting as a CSI agent (goodness), and also as a toilet "ghost" that scared 3 gal freshies to tears! But what I really enjoyed was the company of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/112091436039309376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=112091436039309376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/112091436039309376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/112091436039309376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2005/07/brown-not-orange-ear-fodder-september.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-111893850901104600</id><published>2005-07-01T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T22:19:28.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UntitledEar fodder: Stuck in A Moment - U2It's boiling, boiling, slowly simmering below the surface until one fine day it'll just erupt.Behind cheery facades, happy-go-lucky verneers, and peals of merry laughter.When you want to do something outrageous, but only within the bounds of propriety.When you escape with your mind, but fall back to physical reality. Hard.I hate grovelling for attention. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/111893850901104600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=111893850901104600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/111893850901104600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/111893850901104600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2005/07/untitled-ear-fodder-stuck-in-moment-u2.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-111988865335863835</id><published>2005-06-27T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T00:15:24.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bus BluesEar Fodder: Gimme One Reason - Tracy ChapmanTravelling on the bus can be so so lonely.I took service 86 home today from Jln Kayu, and it's the first bus ride, other than the 179 to blinking NTU, that's long enough for me to actually sit and watch the buildings rush past.Staring out the window, remembering familiar places and well-worn routes. It's incredibly nostalgic, memories from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/111988865335863835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=111988865335863835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/111988865335863835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/111988865335863835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2005/06/bus-blues-ear-fodder-gimme-one-reason.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-111899563887260754</id><published>2005-06-17T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T16:07:19.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Computer gestaltologyEar Fodder: Karma (Superstition Remix) - Alicia KeysHi! I'm the mainboard on Kerri's computer, making a guest appearance on her blog by secretly hacking into her already overburdened laptop. What? Why am I hacking, you ask? Because I already do whatever I want and act exactly as I please on her PC, so why not her laptop too.What? Do I have any molars? Nope, but I do have some</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/111899563887260754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=111899563887260754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/111899563887260754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/111899563887260754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2005/06/computer-gestaltology-ear-fodder-karma.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-111867255957794117</id><published>2005-06-13T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T22:22:39.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Losing battle *cough*Ear Fodder: Wouldn't You Like To Ride - Kanye WestI've felt it coming for the past few days. I've been actually coughing for a while, but nothing serious and I ignored it. Then after Saturday's 4-hour shoot in the sun, I got it REAL bad... My back got a little burnt and my throat was dry and it actually hurt more than my bloody $10 parking fee at Cineleisure.The effects of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/111867255957794117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=111867255957794117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/111867255957794117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/111867255957794117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2005/06/losing-battle-cough-ear-fodder-wouldnt.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-111815430866592748</id><published>2005-06-07T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T22:26:59.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wallowing in miseryEar Fodder: Best I Ever Had - Vertical HorizonOkay. Okay. Deep Breath.Remember a few weeks back there was this Str*its Times Star Wars Contest? Where you had to be the first 200 to email in the name of the actor who plays Anakin Skywalker in Ep3? And the prize was a Limited Edition Star Wars Anakin/Obiwan Poster?I emailed them at like 5 am.BUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/111815430866592748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=111815430866592748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/111815430866592748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/111815430866592748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2005/06/wallowing-in-misery-ear-fodder-best-i.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-111703346785064068</id><published>2005-05-25T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T23:37:02.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All Black-EyedEar fodder: Don't Phuck With My Heart - Black Eyed PeasIs it me or is the new BEP single catchy or what?? It's great the way they're coming up with such great stuff. I loved their previous album Elephunk... yes the one that spawned all the chart-topping hits and drew so much more attention to them. Possibly the addition of a damn hot babe to the group helped too. =)The 4 more famous</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/111703346785064068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=111703346785064068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/111703346785064068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/111703346785064068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2005/05/all-black-eyed-ear-fodder-dont-phuck.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-111582891093721005</id><published>2005-05-12T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T00:28:30.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just another day... Ear Fodder: Hope - Twista feat. Faith Evans (Coach Carter OST!)Okay, a crazy picture post coming right up!Picasa is a bit weird, apparently you can't post more than 1 pic in a single blog entry... so the photos are split up. Hmmm.P.S. MSN 7.0 is pretty cool. Rock on!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/111582891093721005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=111582891093721005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/111582891093721005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/111582891093721005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2005/05/just-another-day_11.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-111582751283535290</id><published>2005-05-12T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T00:37:34.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just another day... Routine par normale on Kerri's comp...I switch on my computer, and start MSN. And of course, I can't do without my music.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/111582751283535290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=111582751283535290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/111582751283535290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/111582751283535290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2005/05/just-another-day.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-111582744939855395</id><published>2005-05-12T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T00:34:20.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not to forget... My music and my minesweeping....bordering on obsessive-compulsive.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/111582744939855395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=111582744939855395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/111582744939855395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/111582744939855395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2005/05/not-to-forget.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-111582741707826013</id><published>2005-05-12T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T00:35:57.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happily typing away... Music, MSN, and minesweeping. Sense a pattern I do.And I do this every day. Hmmmmm.Then... WAH SHOCK!!!!!!!! Guess what I saw?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/111582741707826013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=111582741707826013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/111582741707826013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/111582741707826013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2005/05/happily-typing-away.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-111582733799492091</id><published>2005-05-12T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T00:38:07.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Still can't see? Hee hee. Okay, you can't miss it after this...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/111582733799492091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=111582733799492091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/111582733799492091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/111582733799492091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2005/05/still-cant-see-hee-hee.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-111582730724725734</id><published>2005-05-12T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T00:13:54.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ahh.  Taking delight in the little pleasures of life. Like fame! Hahaha... I kid, I kid.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/111582730724725734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=111582730724725734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/111582730724725734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/111582730724725734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2005/05/ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-111548629327354227</id><published>2005-05-08T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T01:19:04.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Can't put my finger on it...Ear Fodder: Ooh-Wee by Mark Ronson et alThere is a vague feeling of discontent within me.Even when I'm1) Waking up past 12 noon these days2) Mostly online listening to music and playing Freecell/Minesweeper endlessly3) Confirmed my dance plans 4) Have made plans to catch the summer's blockbusters aka socially assured (haha) 5) Going to be pretty occupied with french GE</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/111548629327354227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=111548629327354227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/111548629327354227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/111548629327354227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2005/05/cant-put-my-finger-on-it.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-111493163699453533</id><published>2005-05-01T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T15:13:56.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From one busy sem to... one busy holsEar Fodder: Gone Till November - Wyclef JeanSo the dratted exams are over, and I had no idea no time no nothing to study for them anyway. As is the case in CS. Okay for non-CS people, I'm going to dispel a rumour here. We CS peeps do NOT have it slack. Just cause our exams end like in one week or we don't seem to study much don't mean that we bum around. We </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/111493163699453533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=111493163699453533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/111493163699453533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/111493163699453533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2005/04/from-one-busy-sem-to.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-111389187862159881</id><published>2005-04-19T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T14:35:13.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The visual news piece on the terrorist who tried to hijack a song-and-dance sequenceEar fodder: Superstition - Stevie WonderAll day long, they're out of the house. But once they're back, the reflex action is to turn it on, connect it, and type it. Then they turn it off, go to sleep, and wake up and leave the house. But this is not a story of boring life routines of a student stuck in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/111389187862159881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=111389187862159881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/111389187862159881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/111389187862159881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2005/04/visual-news-piece-on-terrorist-who.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-111297778265837101</id><published>2005-04-08T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T00:31:10.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hilarious HaikuThey say the best art, music and poetry arises out of suffering. And this I found scrawled by the slaves of BJ on the whiteboard in the lab...In the MM LabI thought I finished my pieceThen Final Cut hang.Amidst the voxpops, cutaways, name supers, "matching visuals" and "where's the story in this???" ....... Creativity lives! -roar-Competition... in the weirdest way possibleSo I've </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/111297778265837101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=111297778265837101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/111297778265837101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/111297778265837101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2005/04/hilarious-haiku-they-say-best-art-music.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-111262411895876819</id><published>2005-04-04T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T23:11:02.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A quick one.It's BJ camp here in the MMLab and everyone's busy editing editing editing. Mayhem.In addition to the previous post: I just mashed my little finger in my door hinge last night. It was so bloody painful I thought it was broken. Go me.It's gonna be heck of a week for me. Something due every day. Monday: 202 final vid + BJ editing.Tues: BJ touch-ups + finalized studio scripts.Wed: 212 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/111262411895876819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=111262411895876819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/111262411895876819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/111262411895876819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2005/04/quick-one.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-111229622985695115</id><published>2005-04-01T02:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T03:12:45.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Queen of Freak AccidentsEar fodder: Green Day - Wake Me Up When September Ends (thanks Ron and Tat!)WARNING: Not for the faint-hearted.Case 1: circa beginning 2001It was 4 bloody am on the 2nd last day of orientation week in VJ, and I'd just cut and edited some songs to be used for my OG's performance. I had set the songs to be burnt onto CD, and yawning, I got up from the computer, thinking to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/111229622985695115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=111229622985695115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/111229622985695115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/111229622985695115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2005/03/queen-of-freak-accidents-ear-fodder.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-111151354391017267</id><published>2005-03-23T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T01:53:46.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spelling it outEar fodder: U2 - I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For When you run out of words to say what happened, or you don't know where to begin, the next best thing to do is to sing it. I have run through the fields, I've run and I've crawled, I've scaled these city walls, but I still haven't found what I'm looking for.- U2Can you take it all away? This pain you gave to me?- Puddle of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/111151354391017267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=111151354391017267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/111151354391017267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/111151354391017267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2005/03/spelling-it-out-ear-fodder-u2-i-still.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-111116150881310025</id><published>2005-03-18T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T21:44:01.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quote of the dayAfter a gorgeous dinner at Dan Ryan's @ Tanglin Place, a '40s themed restaurant with hot jazz and lovely Montreal, St. Louis and New Orleans themed decor... my dear Kelvin C. says:KC: "Kerri!! Is there going to be a video CD of this year's production?"Me: "Yeah.. but still in the process."KC: "Okok, what about last year's? And your FBN video?" (Kelv played the lovely piano </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/111116150881310025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=111116150881310025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/111116150881310025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/111116150881310025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2005/03/quote-of-day-after-gorgeous-dinner-at.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-111090533791071237</id><published>2005-03-16T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T00:50:26.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So much to say...But I'm going to leave it for another day. It was a beautiful night, one that I'm going to remember for a long time.Meanwhile, a little fun something.... Take the kerriquiz!Current champ is LiSh with a score of 90!!I made a Quiz for you! Take my Quiz! and then Check out the Scoreboard!Cheers folks, and good luck for the coming slew of assignments.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/111090533791071237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=111090533791071237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/111090533791071237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/111090533791071237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2005/03/so-much-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-111056835810756206</id><published>2005-03-12T03:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T03:12:38.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's today. In less than 17 hours' time.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/111056835810756206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=111056835810756206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/111056835810756206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/111056835810756206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-today.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-111001949931857418</id><published>2005-03-05T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T18:44:59.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A trip to 20 Marine VistaEar fodder: Aqua - Turn Back TimeBy chance, I saw Kaixin's nick, and found out about Victorians' Day. I squeezed time from rehearsal to pop back for a while.What a wash of nostalgia for me. So many things about VJC has changed. The TSD Studio is now one gorgeous facility, with soundproofed black box and studio.. and a gorgeous saloon space. Daph, Cherry and the TSD lot.. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/111001949931857418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=111001949931857418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/111001949931857418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/111001949931857418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2005/03/trip-to-20-marine-vista-ear-fodder-aqua.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-110978813699694603</id><published>2005-03-03T02:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T02:39:32.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And so... The banners are up at Canteen A and Canteen B. The posters are up err... everywhere. And here's one for good measure.It's A Steal! Date: Saturday, 12 March 2005Time: 7:30 pmVenue: Victoria TheatreTix: $14 (stall), $12 (circle)Let me know if you want to come. I'd love to see you there.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/110978813699694603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=110978813699694603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/110978813699694603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/110978813699694603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2005/03/and-so.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-110918767437032823</id><published>2005-02-24T03:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T03:41:14.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SpeechlessFor 3.5 hours, I sat and watched my first full run. From Act 1 Scene 1 to Act 5 Scene 4.And when it ended... everyone turned to look at me expectantly, hoping to hear some wise words or whatnot from me..But I was lost for words.Not that it wasn't good or terribly bad.. I was just too emotional, too moved to speak, until someone started clapping and everyone did.I managed a weak "Well </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/110918767437032823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=110918767437032823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/110918767437032823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/110918767437032823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2005/02/speechless-for-3.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-110898966543030024</id><published>2005-02-21T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T20:43:27.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From someone I've had to tolerate for two years.".... All right guys, this is all the i can do to help. I wun say this is the best composition that i've done up, but i would say that it's something which i think is presentable... at least for the standard in our Hall. "##%#$%!#*^#$% !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/110898966543030024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=110898966543030024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/110898966543030024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/110898966543030024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2005/02/from-someone-ive-had-to-tolerate-for.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-110883860060165433</id><published>2005-02-20T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T03:46:47.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What am I doing?Where am I going?Questions asked since the beginning of time, and asked again at 2:42 am, 20th Feb, in Kerri's life.Will the answers to those questions stop the tears?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/110883860060165433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=110883860060165433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/110883860060165433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/110883860060165433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2005/02/what-am-i-doing-where-am-i-going.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-110814797386440537</id><published>2005-02-12T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T02:58:04.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A week in sound bites...------------Mon, Feb 7Big dude: Are you gonna pierce your navel?Me: Nah don't dare lah! Scared pain... plus one month no sit-ups or crunchers!Big dude: (staring) You do sit ups one meh?---------------------------Tues, Feb 8At BJ lecture, which usually ends at 1:30.SL: Now, I know all of you are eager to get off because of CNY.. so... I shall release you.... early!Everyone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/110814797386440537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=110814797386440537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/110814797386440537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/110814797386440537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2005/02/week-in-sound-bites.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-110736701664294747</id><published>2005-02-03T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T02:04:19.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Looking back on Jam XI suppose the saddest moment wasn't when we were thick in the middle of "Here Again", and we broke into the solo... only to realize that we couldn't hear the lead guitar.I suppose the saddest moment wasn't when I was trying to bop along and get into the groove of the music, just like all those times we'd rehearsed, and finding that my fingers were slipping so I had to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/110736701664294747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=110736701664294747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/110736701664294747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/110736701664294747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2005/02/looking-back-on-jam-x-i-suppose-saddest.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-110682464832507801</id><published>2005-01-27T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T19:17:28.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Try being the only girl.In JC 1, my acappella group was called FivePointOne (5.1). Consisted of 5 guys and a girl. Me.In JC 2, my dance group was called Star Bugz. We were made up of 4 guys and a girl. Guess who?And now, my rock band is called The Pseudos. We're 4 guys, and whaddaya know... a girl. I sense a pattern somewhere.On Wed's jamming session, we met the band Electrico at Garage</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/110682464832507801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=110682464832507801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/110682464832507801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/110682464832507801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2005/01/try-being-only-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-110656551411116407</id><published>2005-01-24T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T19:21:26.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Are a Bright Star SoulLike a shining star, you have no trouble being the center of attentionIn fact, you often feel a bit hurt when all eyes aren't on youYou need to be number one in everything, no matter how trivialAnd it's this ego that both hurts your confidence and helps you acheiveYou're dramatic and a powerhouse of pure energyYou posess a divine quality or uniqueness </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/110656551411116407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=110656551411116407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/110656551411116407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/110656551411116407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2005/01/you-are-bright-star-soul-like-shining.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-110650684437142068</id><published>2005-01-24T02:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T03:00:44.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kerri's little list of things to do.I need to:1) Save money. Financial planning.2) Keep up with my school work. Put in EFFORT. Do my readings and postings.3) Attend every lesson. And pay attention.4) Make production a success.5) Plan, plan, plan my time. Keep a calendar of events.6) Get a gig after production. You know... when you've a weekly gig it can get tiring, yet when you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/110650684437142068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=110650684437142068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/110650684437142068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/110650684437142068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2005/01/kerris-little-list-of-things-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-110611629002172944</id><published>2005-01-19T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T14:40:39.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pseudo Mania!!Taken just before the prelims We made it to the finals of Jam X!!!!(But I guess you knew that already from the others' blogs. Procrastinator Kerri strikes again.)The prelims were pretty cool. There were plenty of good bands there, and I counted at least 3 bands that went before us that I thought stood a pretty good chance of getting in.Some bands were really technically </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/110611629002172944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=110611629002172944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/110611629002172944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/110611629002172944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2005/01/pseudo-mania-taken-just-before-prelims.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-110563740910393579</id><published>2005-01-14T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T01:30:09.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stuck in the middleThis song's been running through my head and I keep singing it.But.I can't play it on guitar, and I can't play it on piano.It's not the practice part, it's that I can't arrange it to sound like the way it should be.So I can play an arrangement that just doesn't do the song justice.I'm never going to be ever any real, professional GOOD at an instrument.Not unless I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/110563740910393579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=110563740910393579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/110563740910393579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/110563740910393579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2005/01/stuck-in-middle-this-songs-been-running.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-110503945066450116</id><published>2005-01-07T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T03:24:10.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mixed bag.I was elated just two days ago, when the band I'm in, with Valren the illustrous songwriter, Tat Wee the jaw-dropping drummer, Alex the cool lead guitarist and Ronald the thumpin' bassist, we recorded our first "single"...haha actually it's a song written by Valren called "Here Again" and by gosh, it's stuck in my head. Really catchy tune and lyrics, so kudos to Valren and Tiffy! =)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/110503945066450116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=110503945066450116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/110503945066450116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/110503945066450116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2005/01/mixed-bag.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-110449579664107506</id><published>2004-12-31T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T20:24:22.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The last few hoursEvery end-of-year, I wonder where the year went to.I'm not too ready for 2005.Lots of challenges to face. A huge juggling act, what with production and school work.Another semester. Here we go again.Meanwhile, I'm sweeping the old year under the rug.Happy New Year.With each time, the years are getting less new.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/110449579664107506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=110449579664107506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/110449579664107506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/110449579664107506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2004/12/last-few-hours-every-end-of-year-i.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-110378791298985722</id><published>2004-12-23T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T15:49:41.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's going to be a solemn Christmas.I was having lunch, meek and mollified, a day after the accident, with my parents at home."Come the first day of school, I'll be starting work at a new school," my mum said."Are you going to be a department head?" I asked."Have to be. Have to do the work," she replied.I wondered her reply was tinged with a little weariness."The first day of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/110378791298985722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=110378791298985722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/110378791298985722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/110378791298985722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2004/12/its-going-to-be-solemn-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151320.post-110327356404238262</id><published>2004-12-17T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T16:52:44.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't know how else to put this.I had my first car accident yesterday.And it was my fault. MY fault.Thank God no one was hurt, but I was ferrying 3 CS friends and I kick myself everytime I think of what could have happened to them.To JR, S &amp; D, I'm sorry that due to my negligence, I endangered your life.Thank God that the bike rider knew how to swerve and hit my car sideways, so that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/110327356404238262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4151320&amp;postID=110327356404238262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/110327356404238262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151320/posts/default/110327356404238262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantsounds.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-dont-know-how-else-to-put-this.html' title=''/><author><name>sottovoce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10831207419185900283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
