<?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-102680185928493187</id><updated>2011-09-28T07:36:45.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Poems</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hmmhmmcj.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102680185928493187/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmmhmmcj.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cheng Jin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225161258945322432</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>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102680185928493187.post-5291742192005751231</id><published>2010-12-31T03:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T03:47:43.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's the last Friday and also the last Day of 2010. I would like to sum up my memories and reflections for this year.&lt;br /&gt;There might be some grammatical mistakes while I write this, but heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  For the first day of school, I remembered it is quite a windy drizzly day as I stepped into Z campus for the first time in my life. Elated with anticipation, I wondered around the school to meet up with my dear friends that I have not seen for two whole months. It was really a great time to catch up with each other as the wind refreshed our body and mind. Seeing G7 telling each other "Oi, long time no see leh!!", I knew that once again, our new Z campus would be filled with life and vibrancy that our G campus once had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The BLU week was really memorable as we mingled with both the juniors and the seniors. When we were supposed to find a year one and make friends with him/her, I hastily found a place surrounded by year ones form the class R3, and I made friends with lots of them! I may have forgotten some of the names but I still remember the faces! Furthermore, we were also divided into orientation groups and we had to paste our own photos on the boards that had the word "SOTA" on it. The greater meaning of this act is to bond us together regardless of our age, with the motto " United we stand, Divided we fall!". Just like how we are supporting Anjali now, as a whole big family in her quest for the tickets to Taylor's concert next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The next few months of the school passed really swiftly as we tried to adjust our fingers to write "2010" as the date, instead of "2009". We got to know many places around school, and imagine our excitement as we learnt about the ROOFTOP! I remembered I used to climb all the way up there with my friends to practice inclined-pull-ups, do some stretching, exercising, etc in the mornings of wednesdays! We used to lie down on the synthetic grass when the temperature is cool and windy, looking up at the clear blue sky with dragonflies flying on top of our heads. And not to be forgotten, the hall too! In almost every morning of wednesdays, my friends and I would play handball/soccer/badminton/basketball there after begging miss koh/mr khairol for the PE room key. I am really glad that despite the hectic schedule we had, we still had time to have fun, thanks to the 1 hour of each wednesday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  As time passed, I joined another chamber group and practised a new piece with them, called "Diner's Club". I had very fond memories of it, as it was really enjoyable and fun. I had never been in a more exciting chamber as this, I mean it! It was my very first time having so much fun with percussion instruments and making music together as a group. This experience really sharpened my rhythmic skills, and ofcourse, co-ordination with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I must not fail to mention the music rooms of the school. When I first stepped into P3, I was filled with awe and amazement as I wondered "Woah, so bright and brilliant-looking! Like a professional music studio liddat!" The days spent in P3 were really productive! Being in an enclosed quiet environment, I was able to concentrate fully on my own instrument(as well as having fun on the piano) and make full use of my SIP time. However, sometimes it's really too quiet and I really do miss the sounds of basketball and running footsteps I once heard outside not long ago in G campus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Well, I shouldn't say anything about the yr two camp as i have already posted what i wanted to say after the camp. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I first had my hands on the Edirol recorder not long ago, somewhere in Term 3. i remembered mr Ryan bringing our radio play group(all nine of us) to the lunchtime concert where the AGPs performed in. Placing the mega earphones on our ears, we could hear every note clearly, even the breathing sound made by Theodore during an upbeat rest, as well as the chatterings and whispers of the people in the audience, while we were sitting right at the back! We were making funny faces while hearing things that we weren't supposed to hear during the concert..Well, I should dismiss this subject for now.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Oh, and the canteen pianos too! I really had a great time playing duets with my friends after school when there probably ain't alot of people hearing it(or even there).  Even though one of the pianos was abit broken and battered, it could still produce sound. I really hope that the school can fix the piano soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The school library is one of my fondest memories, during the "rush hour" before the EOYS. I would go there with my friends to relax(aka use the computers), or go there alone to the study room to study. If not for the library, I could have screwed my ARC. I spent hours on the computer looking for information, and in the study room to ask Deborah for ARC study tips. Well, in the end it was all worthwhile! I also remember the times spent with my closest friends in the canteen revising science, etc after school, at around 6plus pm. I love the emptiness and silence as we revised our stuff along with the breeze, messing our papers and hair up at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And for the first FIRST time in my life, winning a trophy and award for yangqin. I have never considered that my house's broken yangqin could win. But it's just on the outside. Thank you yangqin so much. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  There are still alot of things that I would like to talk about, but because of time limitation I would like to end it here. The thing I disliked about 2010 is it passed by WAY TOO FAST. TOO FAST TO BE NOTICED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Well, I hope 2011 would be better year, and 2012 be an even better year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Goodbye 2010 in 3 hours and 10 min time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello 2011 in 3 hours and 10 min time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102680185928493187-5291742192005751231?l=hmmhmmcj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hmmhmmcj.blogspot.com/feeds/5291742192005751231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hmmhmmcj.blogspot.com/2010/12/todays-last-friday-and-also-last-day-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102680185928493187/posts/default/5291742192005751231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102680185928493187/posts/default/5291742192005751231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmmhmmcj.blogspot.com/2010/12/todays-last-friday-and-also-last-day-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheng Jin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225161258945322432</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-102680185928493187.post-746417408887492784</id><published>2010-04-05T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T05:45:38.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow had the shock of mah life man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was SIPPING halfway, then mrs chew and some visitors from other countries came into my sip room T^T D;&lt;br /&gt;and she said to them" have u heard the yangqin before??" and blabla. then as expected she asked me to play a short phrase. MANN I SCREWED IT UP. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;she said the yangqin is some...erm...eh i forgot the term =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pingyu didnt come today...boringboring.&lt;br /&gt;wanna tell her mah dream that i had some time ago...about mr ryan one. XDXD&lt;br /&gt;oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got back SCIENTIFIC LIT TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;GOT 12/15 TODAY WOOOTOS YAY SABRINA! =D&lt;br /&gt;highest i think 13..haha :D&lt;br /&gt;still got an A. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today had chinese FA. SCARY&lt;br /&gt;but went well lah. &lt;br /&gt;SA COMING!&lt;br /&gt;hmmm&lt;br /&gt;hmmm&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doing Expressionism halfway liaoz.&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;more difficult than Impressionism one. :(&lt;br /&gt;sighya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;i think&lt;br /&gt;some teachers are biased.&lt;br /&gt;we all know he very pro alr.&lt;br /&gt;but u all shuld also give other peeps a chance to perform and have their own glory on stage for a moment right!&lt;br /&gt;some ppl didnt even get to perform at all.&lt;br /&gt;give them a chance.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;la..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102680185928493187-746417408887492784?l=hmmhmmcj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hmmhmmcj.blogspot.com/feeds/746417408887492784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hmmhmmcj.blogspot.com/2010/04/wow-had-shock-of-mah-life-man-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102680185928493187/posts/default/746417408887492784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102680185928493187/posts/default/746417408887492784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmmhmmcj.blogspot.com/2010/04/wow-had-shock-of-mah-life-man-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheng Jin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225161258945322432</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-102680185928493187.post-1929647468806990362</id><published>2010-02-27T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T06:43:05.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY MOMENTOOFMUSIC.BLOGSPOT BLOG IS UNDER REPAIR. TAG HERE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102680185928493187-1929647468806990362?l=hmmhmmcj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hmmhmmcj.blogspot.com/feeds/1929647468806990362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hmmhmmcj.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-momentoofmusic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102680185928493187/posts/default/1929647468806990362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102680185928493187/posts/default/1929647468806990362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmmhmmcj.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-momentoofmusic.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheng Jin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225161258945322432</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-102680185928493187.post-5186722544581649851</id><published>2009-07-12T06:07:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T06:13:13.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions of Despair.</title><content type='html'>Have you ever ever wonder&lt;br /&gt;Why the world’s so unfair&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever ever ponder&lt;br /&gt;Why the world’s a dark lair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever tasted fear&lt;br /&gt;When you are in despair&lt;br /&gt;When no hope, no help was near&lt;br /&gt;You’re desperate like a wild bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever start to realize&lt;br /&gt;That friends are two- faced&lt;br /&gt;Can you try to visualize&lt;br /&gt;How they betray you in ways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever stop to think&lt;br /&gt;Why the teacher picks on you&lt;br /&gt;And gives the best student a wink&lt;br /&gt;And starts to nag at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;When your parents scold you&lt;br /&gt;Cause your feelings are not understood&lt;br /&gt;When your parents asked you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been frightful&lt;br /&gt;When you are all alone, afraid&lt;br /&gt;When there’s no beings rightful&lt;br /&gt;Treats you like a domestic bait?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever acted before someone,&lt;br /&gt;When you can’t show your feeling&lt;br /&gt;To the special someone&lt;br /&gt;Whom you care for like little seedling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever turned crazy&lt;br /&gt;When revising at the last minute&lt;br /&gt;When you regretted for being lazy&lt;br /&gt;When you start at the first minute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered why&lt;br /&gt;Your friends ignore you&lt;br /&gt;When you told them a lie&lt;br /&gt;When your instincts, dignity left you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever lost a good friend&lt;br /&gt;Whom you depends so much on &lt;br /&gt;Who starts the happiness trend&lt;br /&gt;Without her/him you can’t live on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must therr be despiar?&lt;br /&gt;why must there be fear?&lt;br /&gt;why is there so much unfairness?&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong in this world?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102680185928493187-5186722544581649851?l=hmmhmmcj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hmmhmmcj.blogspot.com/feeds/5186722544581649851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hmmhmmcj.blogspot.com/2009/07/questions-of-despair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102680185928493187/posts/default/5186722544581649851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102680185928493187/posts/default/5186722544581649851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmmhmmcj.blogspot.com/2009/07/questions-of-despair.html' title='Questions of Despair.'/><author><name>Cheng Jin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225161258945322432</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-102680185928493187.post-3713598790035232760</id><published>2009-07-12T06:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T06:10:52.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>Rain~&lt;br /&gt;is like a mass of teardrops&lt;br /&gt;falling from the sky&lt;br /&gt;as though heaven's crying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain~&lt;br /&gt;makes me feels sad&lt;br /&gt;they made my mood heavy&lt;br /&gt;as though my heart's on pressure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When im sad,&lt;br /&gt;i see and feel rain.&lt;br /&gt;heaven's crying for me&lt;br /&gt;sharing my deepest feelings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of rain~&lt;br /&gt;pitter,patter,pitter,patter..&lt;br /&gt;falling against the window panes&lt;br /&gt;as though they're begging hard for something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the rain fall to the ground&lt;br /&gt;makes my feeling melts and down&lt;br /&gt;to the boundaries of fate&lt;br /&gt;that one can't change or modify...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When rain comes&lt;br /&gt;they fall from a higher level to a lower ground&lt;br /&gt;from happy to sad&lt;br /&gt;from brightness to darkness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When rain is near&lt;br /&gt;clouds are dark&lt;br /&gt;clouds represent my emotions&lt;br /&gt;and rain represent my flowing tears..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i don't know why&lt;br /&gt;i love rain so much&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's because&lt;br /&gt;God knows my feelings&lt;br /&gt;and He shared his tears with me&lt;br /&gt;and share my grief&lt;br /&gt;my burden,my sadness&lt;br /&gt;and my disappointment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain makes me feels down&lt;br /&gt;sad.depressed.grief.anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;But i love rain as it is....&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . &lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;_____________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102680185928493187-3713598790035232760?l=hmmhmmcj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hmmhmmcj.blogspot.com/feeds/3713598790035232760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hmmhmmcj.blogspot.com/2009/07/rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102680185928493187/posts/default/3713598790035232760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102680185928493187/posts/default/3713598790035232760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmmhmmcj.blogspot.com/2009/07/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>Cheng Jin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225161258945322432</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-102680185928493187.post-1425153880959106823</id><published>2009-07-12T06:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T06:10:27.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Smile</title><content type='html'>The day i first met you&lt;br /&gt;i was enchanted by you.&lt;br /&gt;your smile brightened up my day&lt;br /&gt;in a beautiful nice way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it happened long ago&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember your smile&lt;br /&gt;it is still deeply etched&lt;br /&gt;in my mind,my heart,my vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Smile~&lt;br /&gt;is just too warm and cute&lt;br /&gt;it touched my heart&lt;br /&gt;and sent glitters to my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Smile is just too soothing&lt;br /&gt;it makes me calm my nerves&lt;br /&gt;whenever i thought of you&lt;br /&gt;i thought of your smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Smile is just too rare&lt;br /&gt;for any other guys&lt;br /&gt;i love your smile&lt;br /&gt;i hope you can smile to me each day and night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't forget your smile&lt;br /&gt;no matter how hard i tried.&lt;br /&gt;i try not to forget your smile&lt;br /&gt;that once enchanted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your smile is just too great&lt;br /&gt;for any human in the world&lt;br /&gt;though it flashed only for a few seconds&lt;br /&gt;but it brings hope for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your smile is like streak of light&lt;br /&gt;that shone on me in the limelight&lt;br /&gt;that brings life and joy&lt;br /&gt;that might have been meant for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your smile is just too unique&lt;br /&gt;one of the greatest,wonderfullest smile&lt;br /&gt;i have ever seen&lt;br /&gt;and ever know,since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please look at me once in a while&lt;br /&gt;so i could get a clearer impression&lt;br /&gt;of your fabulous smile&lt;br /&gt;that you'll have casted on days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not i'll gradually forget your smile&lt;br /&gt;though i don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;but time will come and past&lt;br /&gt;and memories of you will go.&lt;br /&gt;especially your smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im really scared i'll forget your smile&lt;br /&gt;cause i may not see it again.&lt;br /&gt;so please smile at me once more&lt;br /&gt;just once more&lt;br /&gt;so i can draw it &lt;br /&gt;and keep it with me&lt;br /&gt;forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;the secret lies within...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love your smile&lt;br /&gt;i won't forget your smile&lt;br /&gt;that once&lt;br /&gt;touched the bottom of my heart&lt;br /&gt;and my living soul...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102680185928493187-1425153880959106823?l=hmmhmmcj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102680185928493187.post-8477757883419775461</id><published>2009-07-12T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T06:08:34.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Distance between us</title><content type='html'>We are in the same environment,&lt;br /&gt;yet i can't see you clearly.&lt;br /&gt;you are in the north,&lt;br /&gt;i am in the south.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are seperated from each other,&lt;br /&gt;yet i think of you day and night.&lt;br /&gt;but i can't gaze into your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;as i have always looked at you from afar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, as you turned around,&lt;br /&gt;you can see me peeping through the panes&lt;br /&gt;secretly gazing at you&lt;br /&gt;with hopes that can't be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you could notice me fully,&lt;br /&gt;in a day where flowers bloomed.&lt;br /&gt;i hope my hopes can be realised,&lt;br /&gt;and you could be with me forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102680185928493187-8477757883419775461?l=hmmhmmcj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hmmhmmcj.blogspot.com/feeds/8477757883419775461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hmmhmmcj.blogspot.com/2009/07/distance-between-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102680185928493187/posts/default/8477757883419775461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102680185928493187/posts/default/8477757883419775461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmmhmmcj.blogspot.com/2009/07/distance-between-us.html' title='Distance between us'/><author><name>Cheng Jin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225161258945322432</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-102680185928493187.post-6166448629768015163</id><published>2009-07-12T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T06:06:44.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sakura</title><content type='html'>The pink petals,&lt;br /&gt;Floats and fell,ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;They represent myself,&lt;br /&gt;As they disperse admists the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They lift and scatters,&lt;br /&gt;U and me under the cherry tree.&lt;br /&gt;Saying our last goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;As the petals float away.&lt;br /&gt;The dance of the petals,&lt;br /&gt;The rustle of the cherry tree,&lt;br /&gt;The whistle of the wind,&lt;br /&gt;The sadness of the heart, ablaze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wonder why,&lt;br /&gt;Why the petals wants to fall in deep colours,&lt;br /&gt;To give up in their rooted happiness,&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps to find more freedom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stolid cherry tree,&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't seem to miss the petals,&lt;br /&gt;The gazebo is like a nest,&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by the pure boundaries of pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to wish upon the starry stars,&lt;br /&gt;In the deepness gloom of the dark.&lt;br /&gt;Or wish upon the cherry trees,&lt;br /&gt;In the glistening brightness of twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing to die under cherry blossoms in spring,&lt;br /&gt;Cherry blossom season in full moon time,&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping under the trees on Yoshino mountain,&lt;br /&gt;The spring breeze wearing Cherry blossom petals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura flowers are my best,&lt;br /&gt;That truly represents me.&lt;br /&gt;My heart,&lt;br /&gt;My soul,&lt;br /&gt;And My Life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102680185928493187-6166448629768015163?l=hmmhmmcj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hmmhmmcj.blogspot.com/feeds/6166448629768015163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hmmhmmcj.blogspot.com/2009/07/sakura.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102680185928493187/posts/default/6166448629768015163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102680185928493187/posts/default/6166448629768015163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmmhmmcj.blogspot.com/2009/07/sakura.html' title='Sakura'/><author><name>Cheng Jin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225161258945322432</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-102680185928493187.post-4884331757680949368</id><published>2009-06-19T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T04:00:00.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Concrete Poetry:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Piano &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Grand Piano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Upright Piano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;All over the keyboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Running keys,slow keys,emo keys &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Haskey keys,minor keys,major keys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Legato keys,crispy keys,whispering keys,Soothing keys,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;tensed keys,harmonious keys,Scales, Cadences,Chords,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Arpeggious,Modulations,Aural,Sight reading,Sight singing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;P H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;O O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Y O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;P P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;H H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;O O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;N N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;C C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAAHA half of a piano with no pedal.xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102680185928493187-4884331757680949368?l=hmmhmmcj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hmmhmmcj.blogspot.com/feeds/4884331757680949368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hmmhmmcj.blogspot.com/2009/06/concrete-poetry-piano-grand-piano.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102680185928493187/posts/default/4884331757680949368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102680185928493187/posts/default/4884331757680949368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmmhmmcj.blogspot.com/2009/06/concrete-poetry-piano-grand-piano.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheng Jin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225161258945322432</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-102680185928493187.post-7550538125220144238</id><published>2009-06-19T00:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T00:01:54.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HI people!This blog site shall be where i post my poems!!Thanks everyone!:DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102680185928493187-7550538125220144238?l=hmmhmmcj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hmmhmmcj.blogspot.com/feeds/7550538125220144238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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