<?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-9159289</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:12:53.722-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Life</title><subtitle type='html'>New Love</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-114279753614695180</id><published>2006-03-19T14:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T14:45:36.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>March Break my heart (that was stolen from somebody else)</title><content type='html'>So much happened this break, it's not even funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-114279753614695180?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/114279753614695180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=114279753614695180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/114279753614695180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/114279753614695180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2006/03/march-break-my-heart-that-was-stolen.html' title='March Break my heart (that was stolen from somebody else)'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-113944672268092398</id><published>2006-02-08T19:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T19:58:42.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ESA</title><content type='html'>ESA with Judy afterschool, which will also follow tomorrow's Body Worlds trip.  I owe her 2 dinners so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Today I watched a Korean harpist in action as she performed with an orchestra.  What hands!  Sitting in the auditorium of an art school, I realized the lack of musicianship at Woburn.  The Chamber Choir consisted of a good 20 people, all of which, I'm sure, can distintegrate any vocalist at our school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In other news, Nathan might stay for a 5th.  I've almost ditched my blogger, so I think I'll get back to that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; One&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-113944672268092398?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/113944672268092398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=113944672268092398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/113944672268092398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/113944672268092398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2006/02/esa.html' title='ESA'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-113885918007027246</id><published>2006-02-02T00:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T00:46:20.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 440px; height: 329px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/nathanken1.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Pastor Mendoza lecturing some kid.&amp;nbsp; I envy both their hair.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-113885918007027246?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/113885918007027246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=113885918007027246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/113885918007027246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/113885918007027246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2006/02/pastor-mendoza-lecturing-some-kid.html' title=''/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-113848500484326888</id><published>2006-01-28T16:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T16:50:04.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Feeling</title><content type='html'>Isn't it another one of those days when you feel like crap?  There might not be a clear, defined reason.  There may be many reasons, but in the end it all adds up to feeling like crap.  Not just doo-doo crap, but, like... non-colourful crap.  Another one of those days when you feel like you've achieved nothing, will achieve nothing, and nobody cares whether or not you've achieved anything or will achieve anything.  You sit down and attempt to achieve something, but a little microscopic gnome in your head rings a bell through an amp and says "Nobody cares =]".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To achieve nothing, or achieve nothing, that is the question.  In your dreams, a little angel sprinkles faeriedust and you wake up with one thought in your mind: STFU.  But STFU about what?  Does the acronym STFU really mean anything?  Just as unimportant is that issue of whether anybody cares whether you've achieved anything or will STFU about not achieving anything.  Again the gnome turns on his newly developed amplifier siren and shouts "Nobody cares so STFU."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't forget about the colourless crap, the one true substance that everything revolves around and causes you to feel like what you feel today.  You start wondering if the angel actually sprinkled faeriedust or microscopic fragments of crap.  Otherwise, you close your eyes and see the everso familiar acronym.  But what's this?  There's a little bit to the left of it... you squint closed eyes and surely enough, it reads "kthx". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sit down at your desk and try to achieve something, but you feel like crap, know you've achieved nothing and will achieve nothing and that nobody cares whether you've achieved anything or will achieve anything.  The microscopic gnome and his wife detonate 0.5 grams of TNT in your head and, simultaneously, shout "Nobody cares =]".  You fall unconscious, but in your half-lucid dream the angel sprinkles faeriedust -let's hope it's not the alternative- and you wake up with one thought:  STFU kthx. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel great today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-113848500484326888?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/113848500484326888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=113848500484326888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/113848500484326888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/113848500484326888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2006/01/feeling_28.html' title='The Feeling'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-113779768305814656</id><published>2006-01-20T17:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T17:54:43.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>These titles are gay now</title><content type='html'>I hit 70 today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading what some of the grade 12's wrote, I started to realize that the most important decision of my life is but a couple months away from now.  I maybe more competitive than many, but in the eyes of my family and others, I am not nearly come to the goal.  Toronto is so small.  There are so many people out there better than me, just camping around the corner with an AK and waiting to destroy Ken Yang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, Madrigals are sounding a lot better now.  With the addition of 2 basses, I'm just worried everybody else will get owned.  EVERYBODY KTHX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chamber is getting nowhere.  Rehearsal time is spent learning music (or the same 2 of the 20 pages we went over before).  Oh well... Ken's not mad. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-113779768305814656?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/113779768305814656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=113779768305814656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/113779768305814656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/113779768305814656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2006/01/these-titles-are-gay-now.html' title='These titles are gay now'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-113772186275735181</id><published>2006-01-19T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T20:51:02.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I hit 62 Pushups today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hit 3 Crickets today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-113772186275735181?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/113772186275735181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=113772186275735181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/113772186275735181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/113772186275735181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2006/01/update_19.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-113753846863260549</id><published>2006-01-17T17:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T17:54:28.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jap Yo</title><content type='html'>Hiroto owns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [11:56:47 PM] ken • inebri: mitsukedasu kamayasu hamasaki totsido&lt;br /&gt;              himeramalakaga hiromikimano mashime masamuneichibawa&lt;br /&gt; [11:57:01 PM] ken • inebri: what did i just say&lt;br /&gt; [11:57:17 PM] - | xero | -: that didnt make sense&lt;br /&gt; [11:58:11 PM] ken • inebri: that's coz u suck at japanese :P&lt;br /&gt; [11:58:11 PM] - | xero | -: unless&lt;br /&gt; [11:58:12 PM] - | xero | -: hes&lt;br /&gt; [11:58:16 PM] - | xero | -: LOL&lt;br /&gt; [11:58:23 PM] - | xero | -: thats some instense words&lt;br /&gt; [11:58:26 PM] - | xero | -: was it froma a song?&lt;br /&gt; [11:58:42 PM] ken • inebri: lol wtf&lt;br /&gt; [11:58:48 PM] ken • inebri: i put together random jap sounds&lt;br /&gt; [11:59:47 PM] - | xero | -: mitsukedasu&lt;br /&gt; [11:59:52 PM] - | xero | -: that means to find someone&lt;br /&gt; [12:00:14 AM] - | xero | -: himeramalakaga&lt;br /&gt; [12:00:19 AM] - | xero | -: that says that its frmo something:S&lt;br /&gt; [12:00:23 AM] ken • inebri: HOLY SHIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Haha I rofled so hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-113753846863260549?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/113753846863260549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=113753846863260549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/113753846863260549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/113753846863260549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2006/01/jap-yo.html' title='Jap Yo'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-113727120111731706</id><published>2006-01-14T15:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T11:44:55.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah</title><content type='html'>Even though I realize idolizing = mortal sin, I'm going to do it anyway. Subsequently and realistically, I could only come up with 2 people: Nathan M. and Matthew L., even though one of them is far closer to me than the other. Let's look at a breakdown of these 2 individuals and analyze...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;    Primarily, both have a phenomenal and unique sense of fashion that only slightly reflects their incomparable character&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;    They've got the smarts, the looks, as well as the sharp hair&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;    Their artistic distinction and perseverance affects everything they do in a positive aura&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;    Speaking of auras, the atmosphere around them seems purposeful yet benevolent simultaneously&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;    Both have an unparalleled style of dance and culture, and are physically accomplished (i.e. Yoga, B-Boy)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; Although they are not tall (my height, push-pull), they have attained a strikingly extravagant social status for what they do&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;    Foul language is heard by them, not spoken&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;    Both individuals may be branded as "Renaissance" men&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;    Ultimately, their commitment and striving mindset towards life completes their image&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was an excellent opportunity to point out the qualities of 2 persons around us in direct comparison.  Hope you enjoyed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-113727120111731706?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/113727120111731706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=113727120111731706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/113727120111731706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/113727120111731706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2006/01/yeah.html' title='Yeah'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-113703823181471724</id><published>2006-01-11T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T22:57:11.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>Ken's Piano Update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't done these in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005&lt;br /&gt;July - Morningside Music Bridge&lt;br /&gt;August - Shanghai&lt;br /&gt;October - Judy's Prokofiev&lt;br /&gt;November 26 - YAPA Jury/Audition&lt;br /&gt;December 9 - YAPA Highlights Concert&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Holiday - Hardcore cramming of solo repertoire AND PARTYING HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006&lt;br /&gt;January 11 - Louis' exam&lt;br /&gt;January 13 - YAPA Masterclass with Andrew Burashko&lt;br /&gt;January 15 - Euromusic Masterclass with Liu Shi Kun&lt;br /&gt;February 9 - Judy's Ensemble Night&lt;br /&gt;February 15 - First Kiwanis Competition&lt;br /&gt;February 16 - Audition/Application deadline for Morningside Music Bridge 2006&lt;br /&gt;February 22 - Last 3 Kiwanis Competitions (in one day... GG)&lt;br /&gt;February - CMC Invitation to perform in Oakville&lt;br /&gt;March - High Intensity Training AND PARTYING HAHA&lt;br /&gt;April 21 - YAPA Masterclass with Leon Fleisher&lt;br /&gt;May - CMC City and Provincial Eliminations&lt;br /&gt;July - CMC Nationals AND PARTYING HAHA&lt;br /&gt;August - High Intensity Chillaxing AND PARTYING HAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-113703823181471724?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/113703823181471724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=113703823181471724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/113703823181471724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/113703823181471724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2006/01/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-113694455766497269</id><published>2006-01-10T20:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T20:55:59.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leya's Rant</title><content type='html'>I'm blogging randomly now, because Leya (of Music Bridge) really dislikes her mom. This is for you, Leya. She was my cellist 2 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's back! Woohoo! I think I need to update my wardrobe collection, especially my shoes, because I have like 20 pairs of running shoes. It's all cool, except I'm not always running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I were a year older, or like, 5 years younger. There are those few individuals in my grade who are cool and awesome, and if you're reading this, chances are you're one of them. It just strikes me that the people a grade above me are so much more crazy. Maybe it's just my personality, but when this school year ends and everybody graduates (excluding the 5th years), I'll have like 2 friends. Or one. Maybe three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Willie looks real happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v109/Soapy3/dalis19th025.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-113694455766497269?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/113694455766497269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=113694455766497269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/113694455766497269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/113694455766497269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2006/01/leyas-rant.html' title='Leya&apos;s Rant'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-113663438948090350</id><published>2006-01-07T06:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T21:05:11.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dali's 19th</title><content type='html'>31!  Thirty-one!  From this day on, this is a new special thing.  And pink eye.  And Old Navy hats, 'cause they're hot like that.  I'm happy to say I did 1 hard today, and the rest was all soft.  Lots of dehydration.  Managed to get some footage down of Dali's party, except my video camera kept going around like the town bicycle, so now I don't really know what's on the tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dali's bash has definitely been a highlight of (all) my winter break(s).  I bonded so well with some people, some newer people, some people I haven't seen in ages, and in a special way that just doesn't exist normally.  If I were given the chance, I'd record every single thing that happened (including the Twister), burn it onto a DVD, and make thousands of copies to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manly love, hot womanly love, Vincent Wong laughing like a dumpling at everything Ken said, Carolina and Candice (AND KRISTA) owning it up like gangsturrz, and painful spillage of juices... I won't forget this stuff.  Of course there were the downs, and unfortunately people taking advantage of the downs, but in the end, Dali was the King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-113663438948090350?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/113663438948090350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=113663438948090350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/113663438948090350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/113663438948090350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2006/01/dalis-19th.html' title='Dali&apos;s 19th'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-113635054535133053</id><published>2006-01-03T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T23:55:45.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Geisha</title><content type='html'>I went downtown with Judy and Sunny today to see Geisha and eat at a literal market.  We ended up ditching skating because:&lt;br /&gt;1)Mom will whip me&lt;br /&gt;2)I skated too much this break&lt;br /&gt;3)My biological clock is still messed up from Willie's&lt;br /&gt;4)I'm a loser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geisha was actually pretty good... although I'd say King Ken Kong still owns everybody and everything, except for Oreo and Hiroto's Dimsum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... old pictures without Dali Wang's permission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dali and Carina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/x1pJfgn5oyHqw3aXPKWnx1LBdCLBzHgpQyP.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dali and Kavita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/x1pJfgn5oyHqw3aXPKWnx1LBTaDr9lKC6ZM.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dali and Ceilidh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/x1pJfgn5oyHqw3aXPKWnx1LBdwcRSxjdJcx.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dali and Kennifer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/x1pJfgn5oyHqw3aXPKWnx1LBfqENjyzkfHF.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-113635054535133053?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/113635054535133053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=113635054535133053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/113635054535133053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/113635054535133053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2006/01/geisha.html' title='Geisha'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-113622616846291718</id><published>2006-01-02T12:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T13:22:49.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Willie's</title><content type='html'>Spent New Year's Eve (or should I say, Eve of New Year) night and first half of New Year Day at Willie's with 15 gifties and then some.  It was crazy as hell!  Pandemonium!  Skating before at Nathan Philips was pretty nice too.  At least I phoned my mommy right before countdown and we all celebrated together through the phone.  Others were enthusiastic about it too... my mom was probably freaked out.  Called Melly but her phone was on vibrator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing manhunt in a forest around Willie's house, I was running from a classmate of mine (Changhai) and ran into a branch.  Ended up with scratches between my eyebrows, beside my right eye, and a really painful right eye XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willie's party wasn't even a sleepover, it was more like a sit around and do whatever all night kind of thing.  3 AM stroll with Shankar, Hiroto, and Sophie to a closed Sobey's was disappointing, but a good workout =D.  However, there was a lot of homosexuality going on afterwards.  There was lots of manly activity (thanks Dali, Henry, Philip, Changhai, Hiroto, Louis, and Jason) and gaming.  I owned 4 DoTA games and showed random email pictures to gifties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David and Henry had to leave early, but next time I'll make sure they don't.  I half-completed one of my new year's resolutions already (thanks, Shank Man and Choir).  I'm waiting for my conscience to make me take the next step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, some of my other resolutions:&lt;br /&gt;1. I won't swear for 1 (one) year.&lt;br /&gt;2. I become a better runner than Changhai. (RESPECT YO PROPZ)&lt;br /&gt;3. I hit 100 (one hundred) pushups sometime this year.&lt;br /&gt;4. Find somebody from uptown, not downtown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-113622616846291718?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/113622616846291718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=113622616846291718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/113622616846291718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/113622616846291718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2006/01/willies.html' title='Willie&apos;s'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-113611555319116185</id><published>2006-01-01T06:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T06:39:13.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2006</title><content type='html'>Ken's clean blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sophie Hu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo Ken ma man, howz' it hangin'?  I'm right here at Willie's party and it's great.  We're sleeping in the same bed.  Thankz for being such a cool guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Louis Varahidis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo, yo, yo Ken...You're hot, yo.  Ok... I'm gonna sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Changhai Zhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken:  Yo I want something from Philip Wang, Ken Wang's brother.  Yo, I want a response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie:  He's sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken:  Yo is he actually sleeping?  Oh man, I feel so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie:  Ok Philip says he wants you in the bed now, write that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year everybody!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-113611555319116185?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/113611555319116185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=113611555319116185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/113611555319116185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/113611555319116185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2006/01/2006.html' title='2006'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-113597690112833781</id><published>2005-12-30T16:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T16:43:59.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Old school's back</title><content type='html'>My paranoia has gone over, and from now on, I will be posting both on my &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/spirit_unleashed"&gt;Xanga&lt;/a&gt; and my &lt;a href="http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com"&gt;Blogger.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; It's been a good year and something now since I last posted on Xanga, and I stopped for various reasons.&amp;nbsp; I know that I'll never get my Blogger readers visiting my Xanga, nor will I get my old Xanga readers checking up on my Blogger.&amp;nbsp; Therefore, I will be posting on both sides.&amp;nbsp; Kthx.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-113597690112833781?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/113597690112833781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=113597690112833781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/113597690112833781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/113597690112833781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2005/12/old-schools-back.html' title='Old school&apos;s back'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-113555611913628896</id><published>2005-12-25T19:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T19:15:19.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS</title><content type='html'>MERRY.  I got so many presents today, and I felt bad because I had nothing to give back in return... except for one person.  I forgot to send Shika her card (ROFL), so hopefully I won't get owned in the near future.  I'm waiting for Boxing Day to come, as well as each coming holiday-day.  I'm so booked this break, don't even try to phone me during office hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously hope I get to attend all my appointments because this will be the one chance I can see my homies.  My other homies.  I spent most of Christmas Eve practicing because it is supposed to be spent with family... so I stayed home until it hit dark.  Christmas Day was mostly cleaning and then out, where I was asked to perform and then got bombarbed with gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I'll get so much stuff I'll die of being squished by my own purchased items.  BOXING DAY BLOWOUT 99% OFF XD XD XD EX DEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GG This coming semester I'll pwn everybody in pong ping because I'm good like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-113555611913628896?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/113555611913628896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=113555611913628896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/113555611913628896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/113555611913628896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas.html' title='CHRISTMAS'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-113539943795616121</id><published>2005-12-23T23:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T23:43:57.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>King Kong</title><content type='html'>Best movie ever, aside from A.I.  The graphics were well rendered... and you could just feel the old-fashioned American style.  People say 3 hours is a long time, but personally I think it's not that bad.  1.5 to 2 hours is just not that long, and as a result most movies seem kind of short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went skating at Nathan Philips Square tonight.  The lights weren't as beautiful as I expected them to be, but a bunch of friends made everything merrier.  I actually only fell twice in an hour and something, and I'm improving so I'm no longer a newb.  In no time, I'll own everybody who ever touched a skating rink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lolerskates, feel free to book an appointment to meet up with Ken Yang for a great fun bash over the holidays.  No charge.  (416-297-9467)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-113539943795616121?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/113539943795616121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=113539943795616121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/113539943795616121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/113539943795616121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2005/12/king-kong.html' title='King Kong'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-113469965079187947</id><published>2005-12-15T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T21:20:59.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi.</title><content type='html'>I haven't felt like doing much, so I won't bother typing much.  Here are some pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.Lo's Trio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/D01.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chamber Choir on Remembrance Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber6.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't resist it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-113469965079187947?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/113469965079187947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=113469965079187947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/113469965079187947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/113469965079187947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2005/12/hi.html' title='Hi.'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-113372534070549913</id><published>2005-12-04T14:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T14:42:21.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eric Whitacre</title><content type='html'>2 evenings ago I attended an Eric Whitacre concert.  I couldn't believe my ears!  It was by far one of the most interesting concerts I've ever gone to.  Eva and I stayed over at another Woburn mate's house afterschool until 6, when we met up with a herd of other Woburn mates and then headed down to Ford Centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to bring formal clothing, and almost until the very last minute I was wearing jeans and running shoes.  I phoned up Michii and asked him to bring his old dress pants and dress shoes (and of course, a belt!) so that I wouldn't look like a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I bumped into Sunny that evening, and I introduced her to Melody and Eva.  Luckily, I didn't embarass Sunny in front of her girls.  Unfortunately, Sunny just had to leave during intermission, missing the most amazing concert ever.  Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first few bars of Ghost Train (played by TYWO, conducted by Eric) caused half the audience the jump, which included some people who were recording.  Godzilla Eats Las Vegas was a laugh.  The mashed-up Tchaikovsky was a clever addition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST EVER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-113372534070549913?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/113372534070549913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=113372534070549913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/113372534070549913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/113372534070549913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2005/12/eric-whitacre.html' title='Eric Whitacre'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-113271672850310230</id><published>2005-11-22T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T22:32:08.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HARRY POTTER</title><content type='html'>Went to parade and watched Harry Potter yesterday.  It was like... best movie ever, second only to A.I..  It wasn't too long, like the Lord of the Rings were.  I'm frustrated because I can't go to Sophie and Friends' concert next Monday.  We're all frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Jeff Lau is in CAST youth orchestra.  Sunny, I forget if you played your Tchaikovsky for them before.  Sophie Hu is part of CASTYO, and the little Toronto music ring is part of CAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always gain hope that one of you will come to Toronto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-113271672850310230?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/113271672850310230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=113271672850310230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/113271672850310230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/113271672850310230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2005/11/harry-potter.html' title='HARRY POTTER'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-113176250423744468</id><published>2005-11-11T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T21:28:24.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Highlights of the week</title><content type='html'>Got my lens fixed, and now I'm back to normal, emo, Ken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my report card today.  On average, it owned my 3rd term from last year, although I can still do a lot better.  I got a 92 in English, but that's the mark I'm worried most about... every other mark is easy to keep up except for English, and we all know it.  By the end of the year, I hypothesize that it will drop to 49.  Maybe 48.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chamber choir performed at Rememberance Day assembly today =D.  Just the 4 of us.  SATB.  I'm so proud.  Me in my oldies 40's Fob hat and pimped outfit with Matthew in his suspenders and awesome hat... Krista and Angelina in the sexiest 1940's styles.  Singing an old song.  As I walked into the gym to watch volleyball afterschool, a grade nine asked me to speak in my normal voice.  He stated that he couldn't detect any richness in my normal speaking voice and asked me to speak as low as can.  I told him the magic only comes through singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also told him we used special, modified amps to enhance our voices, and that's why we owned.  He believed me.  I just lost a fan.  Sometimes I just want to grow up and be a vocalist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-113176250423744468?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/113176250423744468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=113176250423744468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/113176250423744468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/113176250423744468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2005/11/highlights-of-week.html' title='Highlights of the week'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-113133961267658978</id><published>2005-11-06T23:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T00:00:12.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A colourful week</title><content type='html'>I lost my wallet.  I broke my glasses.  I'm fretting over how to get to school tomorrow.  I have no money.  I have no tickets.  I can't see anything.  My sister's ignoring me.  My mom's being the usual.  I have nobody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-113133961267658978?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/113133961267658978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=113133961267658978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/113133961267658978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/113133961267658978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2005/11/colourful-week.html' title='A colourful week'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-113089040204539344</id><published>2005-11-01T18:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T19:13:22.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Beats</title><content type='html'>Both my arms are bruised, not to mention some pain felt in the upper back.  I've discovered the joy of opening presents in your own room, quietly, all by yourself and away from all outside interference and noises.  It's real satisfying, as opposed to just being anywhere else in the presence of others.  I don't know.  Anyways, thanks to all who contributed to this day... my "sweet 16".  Still in a bit of a hangover, but I'll remember to drink more water next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's so special about 16?  Everybody says it's special.  I don't think it's special.  I was forced by a couple particulars to say up until 12, resulting in me studying later and not getting enough sleep the next day.  Well, I guess it's the spirit that counts.  The clock struck 12:00 AM on November 1st, 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, last night I went trick or treating with Sophie, Leila, Kim, and Shannon because Gloria and Eva called it off for some reason.  Duyi hit me up about trick or treating, but I was too busy to talk to him about it.  Last night was weird.  I got to know the people on a totally different level.  Shannon's just a lot crazier than I thought she could possibly be.  Same with Kim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie was really... mature.  Something good?  I never thought of her this way, but it really changed everything in my perspective.  It was like she tried to control everything I did in case I performed anything stupid.  More later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-113089040204539344?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/113089040204539344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=113089040204539344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/113089040204539344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/113089040204539344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2005/11/birthday-beats.html' title='Birthday Beats'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-113047170703312972</id><published>2005-10-27T23:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T23:55:07.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Commencement tomorrow</title><content type='html'>I've had shark fin twice this week.  Monday dinner with Judy: the shark fin/chicken stuff soup.  Today dinner at some new restaurant at McNicoll and Kennedy.  Good food.  Good food.  I went to an all-you-can-eat with Judy and I shoved down a couple tons of crab and icecream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is commencement.  All the Mads will be there, all those gifties, and the loads and loads of brown graduates.  As well, my homeboy Michii said something about a session afterschool tomorrow.  Nathan's like... "he can't break but he knows form".  Is it really that dangerous?  Michii even said that it's the reason he's a popper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago on the subway, I saw a girl who almost perfectly resembled Clara.  After all this time, it seems as if everything went inexistent, but then I really started missing it.  ALEX AND DANFORTHERS YOU REMEMBER.  HELP ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-113047170703312972?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/113047170703312972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=113047170703312972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/113047170703312972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/113047170703312972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2005/10/commencement-tomorrow.html' title='Commencement tomorrow'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-113028255905534471</id><published>2005-10-25T19:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T19:45:59.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good day?</title><content type='html'>I can now conclude that I still don't know who the mysterious Xanga-commentor-person-on-my-blogger is.  Whoever's reading, I want to let you know that I hardly ever post an entry this long:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed half day of school today (late start) to get my "adult" health card, and my sister brought a transcript from the RCM but the lady said she could only accept my school report cards that clearly stated my address.  So waiting there, I called the school to ask if the secretary could possibly just fax my latest report card to the ministry of health, but the front-desk lady said everybody was in a meeting, and to call 10 minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called 10 minutes later to find out that the lady who had access to my report card had left for home.  Sister and I went back home to try and find all my previous report cards, but the geniuses at my school forgot to update my address, and I was not too happy to find my old downtown address on the report card of my uptown school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept for a bit at home, only to realize I'd be late for period 3.  Went to school, realized my video camera was recharging in an unattended, open area, got yelled at by English filming group because I had a piano lesson, and realized I left my stack of music at school.  I ranted with Sophie at STC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, I found out I have 2 tests and a lesson on my birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-113028255905534471?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/113028255905534471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=113028255905534471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/113028255905534471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/113028255905534471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2005/10/good-day.html' title='Good day?'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-112994105294876012</id><published>2005-10-21T20:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T20:33:26.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Waste reduction week?</title><content type='html'>Come to think of it, I believe I am the most conservative person I know.  I produce close to no waste, and all organic waste goes to the family compost.  I would hold on to a can, paper, or anything recyclable until I find a recycling bin, as opposed to just throw it into a garbage can when there aren't any in view, which most people would do.  Many wouldn't even recycle something even if there were bins in view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yell at stupid people for not recycling when they dispose of items in litter bins because, well, they're stupid.  Don't take me weirdly, but don't be lazy and just put the damn effort into recycling.  More than half the garbage at Woburn is composed of cans, paper, bottles, cartons, and cardboard.  #$%@ing people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also meant to say that I can, quite honestly, say I've never intentionally wasted food in my life.  White culture is so corrupt in so many ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-112994105294876012?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/112994105294876012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=112994105294876012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/112994105294876012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/112994105294876012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2005/10/waste-reduction-week.html' title='Waste reduction week?'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-112907938663899259</id><published>2005-10-11T21:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T18:45:35.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maher</title><content type='html'>A couple days ago, I had a long talk with Maher.  I haven't seen him in ages, and everybody knows (from my old, old blog days)Maher was a big part of my life.  We had the longest chat ever, and I came to realize that he moved on a lot more than I did, even though we literally moved.  He made more friends, met more significant others, even become a lot more mature than I could've progressed.  He described to me how last year was his year.  Everything went well for him.  The one year where his marks were good, he felt good about himself and for the people around him, and the one year I wasn't there.  I haven't felt this miserable in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALEX OWNS MY LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/Picture049.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conan and I (I can guess why she's so happy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/016.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something special about taking pictures with random babies at Banff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/012.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-112907938663899259?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/112907938663899259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=112907938663899259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/112907938663899259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/112907938663899259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2005/10/maher.html' title='Maher'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-112778894276866863</id><published>2005-09-26T22:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T22:42:22.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More</title><content type='html'>More credit to Sunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanie, Sunny, Me (Cissy hidden from view)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/f2430312.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girl Caroline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/shanghai008.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Last Xiao Long Bao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/shanghai073.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/shanghai076.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random picture from Sunny of Sunny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/shanghai137.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-112778894276866863?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/112778894276866863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=112778894276866863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/112778894276866863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/112778894276866863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2005/09/more.html' title='More'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-112768844770715915</id><published>2005-09-25T18:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T18:47:27.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shanghai</title><content type='html'>Credit to Sunny, one of people who went with me on this trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanie resting on my shoulder at some temple place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/f2430274.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ruined Sunny's beautiful picture of Shanghai Conservatory residence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/shanghai058.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken is so sexy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/shanghai075.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girl Caroline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/shanghai066.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Sophieee!  I went to a concert of Dan Zhao Yi's students yesterday at Ford Centre.  Two of the four performers had visa delays and didn't show up, so the rest had to play what they had to fill up the programme.  In general, pretty decent playing.  I met Daniel (again)!  I bumped into Cathy, who used to study with prof. Dan, and it was scary because everybody in the audience knew each other.  There were at least a couple connections for everybody, therefore linking all the people listening into 1 ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Dan's masterclass today, where he went over pieces played by 5 novice-intermediate students (of which the last, young girl played Flight of the Bumblebee).  It was a joke.  More pictures to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-112768844770715915?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/112768844770715915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=112768844770715915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/112768844770715915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/112768844770715915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2005/09/shanghai.html' title='Shanghai'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-112743558795437027</id><published>2005-09-22T20:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T20:33:07.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More MMB</title><content type='html'>More.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma Sichen + My bad hair day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/ken3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugene's ugly face (who the hell took this?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhang Tao and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma Sichen + My bad groping day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't even ask what Nikki did to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/039.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-112743558795437027?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/112743558795437027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=112743558795437027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/112743558795437027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/112743558795437027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2005/09/more-mmb.html' title='More MMB'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-112709701433642384</id><published>2005-09-18T22:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T22:30:14.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From Calgary</title><content type='html'>Boson sent me some pictures from his digicam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me in the legendary Leacock Theatre, phobbed as ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shitker with gay shades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome boyband picture (Sheldon, Boson, Me, Justin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/05.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even better band picture (Boson, Eugene, Me, J.Lo, Sheldon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My homeboy Nikki owns my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My homeboys Justin Lamy and Nikki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cellists make my pimp life complete (DQ and Wang Dan Di)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even Eugene can interrupt my ping-pong madness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am playing on Sheldon's crappy practicer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there were originally like hundreds if not thousands of pictures.  Sheldon originally burned me a disc with all of them, but I forgot to take it, so now it's laying somewhere in Winnipeg.  More to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-112709701433642384?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/112709701433642384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=112709701433642384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/112709701433642384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/112709701433642384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2005/09/from-calgary.html' title='From Calgary'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-112692910910906324</id><published>2005-09-16T23:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T22:43:06.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Again</title><content type='html'>I promised I would update my blog. I haven't touched this in the longest time... hiatus. So I stayed in Calgary for the length of July, came back and stayed in Toronto for 2 weeks, and left again for Shanghai for another 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first few days in China were boiling hot. 24/7 nonstop stickiness, until the typhoon crap hit and it rained for a couple days. After, it was like heavenly temperature. I still don't have pictures up yet, but I can say that the practice rooms there were not at all like I thought they'd be. Small little rooms with old, out-of-tune uprights (not a single grand), although the challenging touch of mine actually helped my technique a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a masterclass and performed and all was well. I'll try scanning pictures tomorrow and posting, although most will be from Calgary. My Shanghai patch is still cold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-112692910910906324?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/112692910910906324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=112692910910906324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/112692910910906324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/112692910910906324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2005/09/hi-again.html' title='Hi Again'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-112187560096763749</id><published>2005-07-20T11:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T12:06:40.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd week</title><content type='html'>July this year definitely has gone by faster than July last year.  I was put in a quartet with 3 great string players and an excellent coach (Moroz).  Chamber is changed this year:  it's split up into 2 concerts as opposed to just the 2 people listening to and choosing the few groups that will go on.  Oh ya, guess what... I made an American friend.  He's punk and gangster but real white.  Chris Irvine also has a strong American (specifically Cleveland?) accent.  Yesterday I played ping-pong (roffle) and beat out 5 people before losing to Shan Shan.  And Nikki thinks I suck as much as he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of miss Toronto, but I don't want to go back to all the things I'll to face there.  The YAPA final-evaluation-performance-thingy letter arrived at my old house, even after I told the people my address had changed.  Thanks to the family now living at my old home and their initiative to alert me, I missed the audition and will not be in the YAPA program for a second year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-112187560096763749?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/112187560096763749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=112187560096763749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/112187560096763749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/112187560096763749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2005/07/3rd-week.html' title='3rd week'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-112059479737722951</id><published>2005-07-05T16:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T16:20:12.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ALEX</title><content type='html'>ALEX I LOLST YOUR NUMBER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-112059479737722951?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/112059479737722951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=112059479737722951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/112059479737722951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/112059479737722951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2005/07/alex.html' title='ALEX'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-112050710415240123</id><published>2005-07-04T15:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T15:58:24.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrived</title><content type='html'>I arrived in Calgary 2 nights ago.  I'm being hosted by a Sri Lankan couple (of somewhat old age) together with 2 pianists from Beijing's CCM.  One speaks some English.  The other speaks zero English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my pimpin' room.  A Vancouver pianist girl of Korean descent got it this year and I'm going to become her best friend just so I can hang there.  Most of the participants are new.  The violinist boy in the "He Ni Zai Yi Qi" movie actually came, but he's real tall and old-ish looking now.  Returning people include Zheng Jing, Nikki, ZT, Yina, Zhu Hong Yu, Leya, Ashton, Shika, Conan, Elina, Kendra, Yolanda, Aaron, Jeff, Shan Shan, Cao Jia, Wang Dan Di, and Willem, who's in Africa right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex I lost your cell.  Hit me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron remembers me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me your address.  Email me, k?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-112050710415240123?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/112050710415240123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=112050710415240123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/112050710415240123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/112050710415240123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2005/07/arrived.html' title='Arrived'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-111999598587743933</id><published>2005-06-28T17:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T17:59:45.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone soon</title><content type='html'>I'm leaving this Saturday for Calgary.  Apparently, I messed up the dates and originally thought I was leaving Sunday, which screws up the schedule of (minimal) practicing I made for myself.  That means I'll have to cram all the picking up of old pieces on Friday evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie's new name is officially KD.  Maybe KT, but definitely KD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a Schumann quartet.  I heard that the majority of bridge participants this year are going to be fresh.  As of now, these are possible quartet-ers that I know (don't know about Leya and Zheng Jing):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violin: Nikki, ZT, Xie Hao Ming, Katyrzyzzytyasncnasdya?, Natalia?, Shi Shuai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viola: Liu Li Yuan, and I don't remember who else is back (Ewa or Aaron?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cello: Yina, Jie Peng, Zhu Hong Yu, Willem, Wu Sha, Cao Jia, Zhang Ying, maybe Mike Blais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life would suck if I stayed with a crappy family.  I want to go back to last year... House of Sonny Flores with Vaz and Yoon.  And good food turning into bad food.  Is peanut butter allowed on planes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-111999598587743933?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/111999598587743933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=111999598587743933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/111999598587743933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/111999598587743933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2005/06/gone-soon.html' title='Gone soon'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-111923601007206539</id><published>2005-06-19T22:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T22:53:30.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes</title><content type='html'>From Sof from Steph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(o) smoked a cigarette *forced by my effing Dad&lt;br /&gt;( ) smoked a cigar&lt;br /&gt;( ) crashed a friend’s car&lt;br /&gt;( ) stolen a car&lt;br /&gt;(o) been in love&lt;br /&gt;(o) been dumped&lt;br /&gt;(o) shoplifted&lt;br /&gt;( ) been fired&lt;br /&gt;(o) been in a fist fight *that's what junior school's all about&lt;br /&gt;(o) snuck out of my parent’s house&lt;br /&gt;(o) had feelings for someone who didnt have them back&lt;br /&gt;( ) been arrested&lt;br /&gt;(o) gone on a blind date&lt;br /&gt;(o) lied to a friend&lt;br /&gt;(o) had a crush on a teacher&lt;br /&gt;(o) skipped school&lt;br /&gt;( ) seen someone die&lt;br /&gt;(o) been to Canada&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Mexico&lt;br /&gt;(o) been on a plane&lt;br /&gt;(o) eaten sushi&lt;br /&gt;( ) been snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;( ) been moshing at a concert&lt;br /&gt;( ) been in an abusive relationship&lt;br /&gt;( ) taken painkillers&lt;br /&gt;(o) love someone or miss someone right now&lt;br /&gt;( ) laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by&lt;br /&gt;(o) made a snow angel&lt;br /&gt;(o) had a tea party&lt;br /&gt;(o) flown a kite&lt;br /&gt;( ) built a sand castle&lt;br /&gt;(o) gone puddle jumping&lt;br /&gt;(o) played dress up *yes, it was disgusting&lt;br /&gt;(o) jumped into a pile of leaves&lt;br /&gt;(o) gone sledding *woot&lt;br /&gt;(o) cheated while playing a game *i r teh hax&lt;br /&gt;(o) been lonely&lt;br /&gt;(o) fallen asleep at work/school *that's what science is all about, man&lt;br /&gt;( ) used a fake id&lt;br /&gt;( ) watched the sun set&lt;br /&gt;( ) felt an earthquake&lt;br /&gt;(o) touched a snake *In China, woot&lt;br /&gt;( ) slept beneath the stars&lt;br /&gt;(o) been tickled&lt;br /&gt;(o) been robbed&lt;br /&gt;(o) been misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;(o) pet a reindeer/goat  *deer counts, right?&lt;br /&gt;( ) won a contest colouring contests!&lt;br /&gt;( ) run a red light only once though.&lt;br /&gt;(o) been suspended from school&lt;br /&gt;(o) been in a car accident&lt;br /&gt;( ) had braces&lt;br /&gt;(o) felt like an outcast&lt;br /&gt;(o) eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night&lt;br /&gt;( ) had deja vu *?&lt;br /&gt;( ) danced in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;(o) hated the way you look&lt;br /&gt;(o) witnessed a crime&lt;br /&gt;(o) questioned your heart&lt;br /&gt;( ) been obsessed with post-it notes&lt;br /&gt;( ) squished barefoot through the mud&lt;br /&gt;(o) been lost&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to the opposite side of the country&lt;br /&gt;( ) swam in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;(o) felt like dying&lt;br /&gt;(o) cried yourself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;(o) played cops and robbers *woot&lt;br /&gt;(o) recently colored with crayons/colored pencils/markers&lt;br /&gt;(o) sung karaoke *I might've been hammered&lt;br /&gt;(o) paid for a meal with only coins&lt;br /&gt;(o) done something you told yourself you wouldn’t&lt;br /&gt;(o) made prank phone calls&lt;br /&gt;(0) laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose *it was ownage&lt;br /&gt;(o) caught a snowflake on your tongue&lt;br /&gt;(o) danced in the rain&lt;br /&gt;(o) written a letter to Santa Claus *yes, and my name was spelt wrong in the Canada Post reply&lt;br /&gt;( ) been kissed under a mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;( ) watched the sun set with someone you care about&lt;br /&gt;(o) blown bubbles *it's what I live for&lt;br /&gt;(o) made a bonfire *at island school, but I don't remember if it was me or a group&lt;br /&gt;( ) crashed a party&lt;br /&gt;(o) gone rollerskating/blading *I'm noob&lt;br /&gt;(o) had a wish come true *I forget what, but I know it's true&lt;br /&gt;(o) worn pearls *don't laugh&lt;br /&gt;(o) screamed penis in class *don't laugh&lt;br /&gt;(o) ate dog/cat food *I ate from the same can of tuna that my mom fed my cat&lt;br /&gt;(o) told a complete stranger you loved them *don't ask&lt;br /&gt;(o) sang in the shower&lt;br /&gt;(o) had a dream that you married someone&lt;br /&gt;(o) glued your hand to something *I superglued my plastic toy to my hand once&lt;br /&gt;( ) got your tongue stuck to a flag pole&lt;br /&gt;(o) worn the opposite sexes clothes *what... sometimes the jeans look the same&lt;br /&gt;( ) sat on a roof top&lt;br /&gt;(o) screamed at the top of your lungs *that's what junior school's all about&lt;br /&gt;(o) done a one-handed cartwheel *not anymore, though&lt;br /&gt;( ) talked on the phone for more than 6 hours.&lt;br /&gt;(o) stayed up all night *woot&lt;br /&gt;( ) pick and ate an apple right off the tree&lt;br /&gt;( ) climbed a tree&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a tree house&lt;br /&gt;(o) are scared to watch scary movies alone&lt;br /&gt;(o) believe in ghosts *woot&lt;br /&gt;( ) have more then 30 pairs of shoes close to it&lt;br /&gt;( ) worn a really ugly outfit to school just to see what others say&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone streaking&lt;br /&gt;(o) played ding-dong-ditch *yes, but my friend got owned by the guy&lt;br /&gt;(o) played chicken *but I was slow back then&lt;br /&gt;(o) been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on&lt;br /&gt;(o) been told you’re hot by a complete stranger *don't ask&lt;br /&gt;( ) broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;(o) been easily amused&lt;br /&gt;( ) caught a fish then ate it&lt;br /&gt;( ) caught a butterfly&lt;br /&gt;(o) laughed so hard you cried&lt;br /&gt;( ) cried so hard you laughed&lt;br /&gt;( ) mooned/flashed someone&lt;br /&gt;(o) had someone moon/flash you&lt;br /&gt;(o) cheated on a test *writing formulae on my arm&lt;br /&gt;(o) have a Britney Spears CD *but I think I disintegrated it&lt;br /&gt;(o) forgotten someone’s name&lt;br /&gt;(o) slept naked&lt;br /&gt;( ) skinny dipped&lt;br /&gt;(o) been kicked out of your house *you know&lt;br /&gt;( ) dreamed of killing someone you hate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-111923601007206539?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/111923601007206539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=111923601007206539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/111923601007206539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/111923601007206539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2005/06/yes.html' title='Yes'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-111907111904258110</id><published>2005-06-18T00:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T01:05:24.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>Haven't updated in a bit. I still have a bit to catch up on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of two exams yesterday (Principles of Math). I have 3 accompaniments to play, and I haven't even started on my Schumann quartet. I'm going to die the first week of July. No offence to anybody, but I hope I get a good group this year. My group last year (Zheng Jing and Leya) was pretty awesome. It was cool constantly translating between English and Mandarin. I have to play Rach 2 better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-111907111904258110?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/111907111904258110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=111907111904258110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/111907111904258110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/111907111904258110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-111820104584291376</id><published>2005-06-07T23:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T23:24:47.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PB</title><content type='html'>I think I eat too much peanut butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll grow up obese. My kids will have high-blood pressure. I'll discover new cancers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S HOT. You know what else is hot? My new piano. Actually it's horribly out of tune, really old, middle pedal doesn't work, keys are very dirty and hard to play, can barely hear the low notes, soft pedal hardly works, loud playing results in fatal catscratch noises, takes up a lot of space, bad colour, key heights are uneven, some keys get stuck, very hard to clean, impossible to tune well, very old, about to break, stool is bad, smells like crap, looks like crap, big lid was broken and repaired, wood is creaky, doesn't sound like normal grands, requires massive maintenance, costed money, probably won't sell, will give me cancer, will blind relatives and guests, will deafen everybody within a 2.5 mile radius, pedals will come off and own somebody in the eye, but it's still good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-111820104584291376?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/111820104584291376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=111820104584291376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/111820104584291376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/111820104584291376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2005/06/pb.html' title='PB'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-111732991719474263</id><published>2005-05-28T21:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T21:25:17.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>I dreamt of my sister last night.  She was happy at first.  For some reason, she became the opposite of happy.  She committed suicide right before mine eyes.  I saw images of her.  I woke up crying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-111732991719474263?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/111732991719474263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=111732991719474263' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/111732991719474263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/111732991719474263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2005/05/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-111714273946778065</id><published>2005-05-26T17:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T18:04:51.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Right Ring Finger</title><content type='html'>My finger hasn't been too good lately. Since I got it jammed a few weeks ago, it hasn't even fully recovered. Today in phys. ed. basketball, I felt a bit of pain again when I was passed the ball. I'm really afraid my finger will never fully recover, although it doesn't affect most of my playing (only strong chords or octaves that rely on that finger).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calgary July 2005&lt;br /&gt;Shanghai August 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRC-ERS PLAYED FOR QUEEN YESTERDAY.  I THINK ALEX WAS CM BUT I'M NOT SURE IT'S SO COOL.  TELL ME IF ANYTHING FUNNY HAPPENED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-111714273946778065?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/111714273946778065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=111714273946778065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/111714273946778065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/111714273946778065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2005/05/right-ring-finger.html' title='Right Ring Finger'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-111690817808520615</id><published>2005-05-24T00:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T00:17:48.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey</title><content type='html'>I got this from Sof from Barbara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action="http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/do-survey.php" method="post" target="_new"&gt;&lt;table bordercolor="#efefef" cellspacing="0" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="TELL+ME+ABOUT+YOURSELF+-+The+Survey" name="question1"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="2" name="type1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Name:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ken Yang&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Name%3A" name="question2"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type2"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Birthday:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;November 1, 1989&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Birthday%3A" name="question3"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type3"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Current Location:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Toronto, Ontario&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Current+Location%3A" name="question5"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Eye Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brown/Black&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Eye+Color%3A" name="question6"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type6"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Hair Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blackish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Hair+Color%3A" name="question7"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type7"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Height:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7' 9"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Height%3A" name="question8"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type8"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Right Handed or Left Handed:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Right&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Right+Handed+or+Left+Handed%3A" name="question9"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type9"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Heritage:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oriental&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Heritage%3A" name="question10"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;The Shoes You Wore Today:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Some Reebok shit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="The+Shoes+You+Wore+Today%3A" name="question11"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type11"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Weakness:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My technique sucks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Weakness%3A" name="question12"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type12"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Fears:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tall black men&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Fears%3A" name="question13"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type13"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Perfect Pizza:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lots of cheese!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Perfect+Pizza%3A" name="question14"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type14"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Complete more music&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Goal+You+Would+Like+To+Achieve+This+Year%3A" name="question15"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type15"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;nice or lol&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Most+Overused+Phrase+On+an+instant+messenger%3A" name="question16"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type16"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Thoughts First Waking Up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Snugglebums&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Thoughts+First+Waking+Up%3A" name="question17"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type17"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Best Physical Feature:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My ovaries&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Best+Physical+Feature%3A" name="question18"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type18"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Bedtime:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;11-3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Bedtime%3A" name="question19"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type19"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Most Missed Memory:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Candy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Most+Missed+Memory%3A" name="question20"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type20"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Pepsi or Coke:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Coke&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Pepsi+or+Coke%3A" name="question21"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type21"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;MacDonalds or Burger King:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Burger King&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="MacDonalds+or+Burger+King%3A" name="question22"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type22"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Single or Group Dates:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Single&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Single+or+Group+Dates%3A" name="question23"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type23"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lipton&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Lipton+Ice+Tea+or+Nestea%3A" name="question24"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type24"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanilla&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Chocolate+or+Vanilla%3A" name="question25"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type25"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Cappuccino or Coffee:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cap&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Cappuccino+or+Coffee%3A" name="question26"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type26"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you Smoke:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+Smoke%3A" name="question27"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type27"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you Swear:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I limit myself&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+Swear%3A" name="question28"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type28"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you Sing:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;24/7&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+Sing%3A" name="question29"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type29"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you Shower Daily:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Most of the time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+Shower+Daily%3A" name="question30"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type30"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have you Been in Love:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Have+you+Been+in+Love%3A" name="question31"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type31"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you want to go to College:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No, university&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+want+to+go+to+College%3A" name="question32"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type32"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you want to get Married:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maybe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+want+to+get+Married%3A" name="question33"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type33"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you belive in yourself:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vague&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+belive+in+yourself%3A" name="question34"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type34"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you get Motion Sickness:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Only on Wednesdays&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+get+Motion+Sickness%3A" name="question35"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type35"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you think you are Attractive:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+think+you+are+Attractive%3A" name="question36"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type36"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you a Health Freak:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Half 1/2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Are+you+a+Health+Freak%3A" name="question37"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type37"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you get along with your Parents:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mom, sometimes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+get+along+with+your+Parents%3A" name="question38"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type38"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you like Thunderstorms:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+like+Thunderstorms%3A" name="question39"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type39"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you play an Instrument:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+play+an+Instrument%3A" name="question40"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type40"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you Drank Alcohol:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td 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value="In+the+past+month+have+you+gone+on+a+Date%3A" name="question44"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type44"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you gone to a Mall:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+gone+to+a+Mall%3A" name="question45"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type45"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+eaten+a+box+of+Oreos%3A" name="question46"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type46"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you eaten Sushi:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+eaten+Sushi%3A" name="question47"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type47"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you been on Stage:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+been+on+Stage%3A" name="question48"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type48"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you been Dumped:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+been+Dumped%3A" name="question49"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type49"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+gone+Skinny+Dipping%3A" name="question50"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you Stolen Anything:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sister's candy =D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+Stolen+Anything%3A" name="question51"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type51"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever been Drunk:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Ever+been+Drunk%3A" name="question52"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type52"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever been called a Tease:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Ever+been+called+a+Tease%3A" name="question53"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type53"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever been Beaten up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Ever+been+Beaten+up%3A" name="question54"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type54"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever Shoplifted:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Ever+Shoplifted%3A" name="question55"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type55"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;How do you want to Die:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fatal injury in left ovary&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="How+do+you+want+to+Die%3A" name="question56"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type56"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What do you want to be when you Grow Up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Musician?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="What+do+you+want+to+be+when+you+Grow+Up%3A" name="question57"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type57"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What country would you most like to Visit:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;France&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="What+country+would+you+most+like+to+Visit%3A" name="question58"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type58"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Favourite Eye Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Favourite+Eye+Color%3A" name="question60"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type60"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Favourite Hair Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Doesn't matter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Favourite+Hair+Color%3A" name="question61"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Short or Long Hair:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;As long as it looks good&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Short+or+Long+Hair%3A" name="question62"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type62"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Height:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not a midget, but not Yao Ming =o&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Height%3A" name="question63"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type63"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Weight:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not made of Helium, but not Buddha&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Weight%3A" name="question64"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type64"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Best Clothing Style:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gino&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Best+Clothing+Style%3A" name="question65"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type65"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number of Drugs I have taken:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;91212737&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Number+of+Drugs+I+have+taken%3A" name="question66"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type66"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number of CDs I own:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;91212737&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Number+of+CDs+I+own%3A" name="question68"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type68"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number of Piercings:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;0&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Number+of+Piercings%3A" name="question69"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type69"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number of Tattoos:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;0&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Number+of+Tattoos%3A" name="question70"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type70"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number of things in my Past I Regret:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;91212737&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Number+of+things+in+my+Past+I+Regret%3A" name="question71"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type71"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Take This Survey"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/create-survey.php"&gt;CREATE YOUR OWN!&lt;/a&gt; - or - &lt;a href="http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/paid-surveys.php"&gt;GET PAID TO TAKE SURVEYS!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-111690817808520615?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/111690817808520615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=111690817808520615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/111690817808520615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/111690817808520615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2005/05/survey.html' title='Survey'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-111669806100615632</id><published>2005-05-21T13:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T13:54:21.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ALERX</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday Alex (yesterday).  It's his 18th.  So many people are turning 18, but I don't remember my sister's 18th.  18 = 15.5 + 2.5, so I have 2.5 more years of being young.  Then, I'll be old and either cool or a hobo.  GL HF Calgary CMCers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the start of my new year's repertoire.  I went to my old teacher's house to return the Rhapsody music and borrow the 2nd concerto music the day before yesterday.  I looked at the 3rd movement to realize it was my hardest piece yet.  Or maybe that's because I haven't played much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KT I think what you said about him was true!  It's really sickening, but I hope he's joking whenever I talk to him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-111669806100615632?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/111669806100615632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=111669806100615632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/111669806100615632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/111669806100615632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2005/05/alerx.html' title='ALERX'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-111647275375334649</id><published>2005-05-18T22:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T23:19:13.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mozart</title><content type='html'>I've never played Mozart in my life.  Zero mozart.  No sonatas, sonatinas, concerti, whatever.  I want to grow up and perform and then in my biography write "Ken Yang has never, ever played a single Mozart piece in his lifetime."  Either that'll be charming or alarming.  But then again, I'm really close to breaking that because Jim is making play a Mozart sonata this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh frabjous day!  Malikov reminds me of Alice in Wonderland for some reason.  'Twas brillig!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-111647275375334649?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/111647275375334649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=111647275375334649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/111647275375334649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/111647275375334649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2005/05/mozart.html' title='Mozart'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-111613110955893931</id><published>2005-05-15T00:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T00:25:09.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck</title><content type='html'>Ok Todd made it alright.  4 out of 9 slots to make it through, eh?  I can't believe Eugene made it and some fucking white girl from Chatam made it and I didn't even go through.  The jury's a herd of fucking idiots who get paid... to select a whore to pass on to the finals?  Everybody said I got robbed.  Of everything.  Great, in 2 years I'll be 17 year old fuck who's too old for any shit competition this city has to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually played good today.  Better than all the performances this year and last year.  I was confident.  I knew I would make it and that I was better than my competition.  I still can't believe some whore gets a shot at the TSO instead of me.  Some whore who supposedly plays like a nigger and nobody has ever heard of.  Thanks to the judges who know fuck.  I never thought I'd ever use this to meaning, but they should die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-111613110955893931?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/111613110955893931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=111613110955893931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/111613110955893931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/111613110955893931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2005/05/fuck.html' title='Fuck'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-111603800329791968</id><published>2005-05-13T22:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T22:34:10.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TD</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is TD.  I couldn't find the letter they sent me, so I'm not sure what time it is, but I know I have to get there around 10:30 AM anyways.  My finger is less stubborn and more flexible today, especially after playing those awkward Chopin arpeggios that require immense finger stretches.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this older/taller guy who also studies with Jim and he's playing Rach Paganini variations.  He's good, he has excellent technique and big hands and can really make those impossible Rach chords come out.  He's fast and loud too.  He's of the few pianists I know who is &lt;i&gt;almost&lt;/i&gt; as strong musically and technically.  I don't want to be mean, but I hope the judges, when comparing, overlook my skill imbalance and appreciate my musicality more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W15h meh luxX0rz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-111603800329791968?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/111603800329791968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=111603800329791968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/111603800329791968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/111603800329791968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2005/05/td.html' title='TD'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-111586957810075588</id><published>2005-05-11T23:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T23:46:18.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Injury</title><content type='html'>Damn guy, I jammed my right ring-finger playing soccer goalie today.  It's swollen and fat as a drunken fob.  And to think TD is in 3 days!  Let's hope I can play again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm weird, because from each of the 4 Rach concerti, my favourite movements are always the slow movements.  Holy crap.  So hooked.  It's like a fob on drugs.  Can't get enough of Rach slow movements.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-111586957810075588?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/111586957810075588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=111586957810075588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/111586957810075588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/111586957810075588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2005/05/injury.html' title='Injury'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-111550467522238771</id><published>2005-05-07T18:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T18:24:35.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Week of Loneliness</title><content type='html'>Next week at school is going to be boring.  All but like, 4 gifties are going to Queen's for a week, with a bunch of seniors too.  Still, I have to go to all my classes, and most where I'll just be sitting there with 1 or 2 others, thinking of how long it'll take for me to rot in the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save me.  Let's go to P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TD competition is next Saturday.  I'm reusing 2 old songs along with 2 new pieces.  2 years ago there were 30 contestants, compared to the 9 this year, and 4 of them coming from 1 teacher.  Also, I submitted my application form May 31, when it was actually due May 1.  I think this competition is funny.  Let's all laugh and eat strawberries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-111550467522238771?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/111550467522238771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=111550467522238771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/111550467522238771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/111550467522238771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2005/05/week-of-loneliness.html' title='Week of Loneliness'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-111535330441693984</id><published>2005-05-05T23:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T00:21:44.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I wasn't actually "afk".  I'm kind of sick, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Sophie's 18th birthday!  Everybody send her birthday beats... @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I listened through Ashkenazy's ballade collection like, 73 times.  I got so hooked on the 4th.  Some parts of it are just way too Chopinesque.  Those real typical passages and improvisational cadenzas are so... typical, yet they just lock me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I might not be going to Calgary.  My mom just locked $3K onto her visa after going to Asia.  Well, I'm already missing (or saving?) a $500 Queen's trip that's supposedly next week, and in August I'm going to Shanghai for performances(minus $1.4K).  And imagine I was to go to another camp, plus Calgary which is minimum $1.2K for July, and an aimed Curtis audition closely following the start of the school year, adding about another $1K for Philadelphia.  $4.4K for my Conservatory tuition over a course of 10 months, and I'm pretty much in hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's do the math: 3 + 1.4 + 1.2 + 1 + 4.4 = $11,000 to be spent in one year, and most of it is just me.  I don't know what I can do, and I can't really do anything about it.  I guess MB's just not good for me this year.  Chances of actually coming are 1 in something too big.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-111535330441693984?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/111535330441693984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=111535330441693984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/111535330441693984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/111535330441693984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2005/05/spring.html' title='Spring'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-111489865550643941</id><published>2005-04-30T18:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T18:04:15.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AFK</title><content type='html'>I'll be out of Toronto until Thursday.  Don't miss me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-111489865550643941?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/111489865550643941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=111489865550643941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/111489865550643941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/111489865550643941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2005/04/afk.html' title='AFK'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-111472572667818330</id><published>2005-04-28T17:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T22:30:50.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coldness</title><content type='html'>I have to say, the Yamaha U3 we got last summer really does sound really good. The thing is, it sucks when you get used to playing on such an instrument. It's almost as if playing on anything less pleasant-sounding is a disgrace. Recently, I've been trying to keep up my practicing, although my sister teaches a &lt;i&gt;lot&lt;/i&gt;. We're thinking of selling our rather old grand and buying a newer piano, not necessarily a crappy one, but one that my sister can teach on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always hungry... help! I hardly ever satisfy my stomach. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my desktop so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos7.flickr.com/11410332_21d79ecd64_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-111472572667818330?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/111472572667818330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=111472572667818330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/111472572667818330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/111472572667818330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2005/04/coldness.html' title='Coldness'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-111457368446898032</id><published>2005-04-26T23:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T23:48:04.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On-road</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I'm on my way to the first fucking lesson in 2 weeks, thanks to Jim's schedule.  My mom and I are in the car, and I turn up the heat while complaining that my hand is cold.  So we're switching it from coldest to hottest, back and forth, and this leads to an argument where obviously I lose because I'm the younger one.  Thanks to further development in our fucking discussion she stops the car, walks out and sits somewhere out of sight, while I'm in the car cursing my ass off, looking at the watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried in the car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-111457368446898032?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/111457368446898032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=111457368446898032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/111457368446898032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/111457368446898032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2005/04/on-road.html' title='On-road'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-111446185681944256</id><published>2005-04-25T16:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T16:44:16.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't feel like doing much today.  Tuba playing in 2 hours... HELP, =( my mouth is really dry (I try to drink more water).  Anyways, this is from a classmate's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a3.alienaa.com/cgi-bin/btunnel.fcgi?url=http%3a%2f%2fimages8%2efotki%2ecom%2fv145%2fphotos%2f2%2f23376%2f93737%2fmordor%2dvi%2egif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-111446185681944256?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/111446185681944256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=111446185681944256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/111446185681944256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/111446185681944256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-dont-feel-like-doing-much-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-111438649918795727</id><published>2005-04-24T18:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T19:48:19.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Alex's thingy again</title><content type='html'>I took a look at this quiz from Alex and filled it out as at today.  * notes a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE NAMES YOU GO BY: (oh I wish I could name more..)&lt;br /&gt;1. Ken&lt;br /&gt;2. Kenji*&lt;br /&gt;3. Kenjamin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm Asian&lt;br /&gt;2. I can do a long bridge, sidways and horizontally*&lt;br /&gt;3. I can do a smooth fan*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1. Styrofoam friction&lt;br /&gt;2. Things that scare other people*&lt;br /&gt;3. Waking up and knowing it's late*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:&lt;br /&gt;1. FOOD* @_@&lt;br /&gt;2. Piano...&lt;br /&gt;3. No longer D2*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1. Shiny Yamaha pimp watch = ROFL &lt;br /&gt;2. Tight gino jeans*&lt;br /&gt;3. Glow stick bracelet!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS or artists(at the moment):&lt;br /&gt;1. 50 cent*&lt;br /&gt;2. Rubinstein&lt;br /&gt;3. Krystian Zimo-man*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS AT PRESENT:&lt;br /&gt;1. Candyshop*&lt;br /&gt;2. Ballade No. 4*&lt;br /&gt;3. Rachmaninow Concerto No. 1*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE NEW THINGS YOU WANT TO TRY IN THE NEXT 12 MONTHS&lt;br /&gt;1. Cook on my own&lt;br /&gt;2. Own the TSO competition*&lt;br /&gt;3. Get a longer-lasting date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP (love is a given):&lt;br /&gt;1. Activity&lt;br /&gt;2. Trust&lt;br /&gt;3. Beauty*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU JUST CAN'T DO:&lt;br /&gt;1. Trill with my left hand*&lt;br /&gt;2. Not procrastinate*&lt;br /&gt;3. Get a haircut*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1. Apologize to A.*&lt;br /&gt;2. Send my already late MMB cheque&lt;br /&gt;3. Drink lots of Nestea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING:&lt;br /&gt;1. Musician - ambivalent&lt;br /&gt;2. Computer Designer?*&lt;br /&gt;3. X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:&lt;br /&gt;1. Paris&lt;br /&gt;2. Moscow&lt;br /&gt;3. Las Vegas*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE KID'S NAMES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Heidi*&lt;br /&gt;2. Clara*&lt;br /&gt;3. Melody*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE:&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm very loud at times*&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm very quiet at times*&lt;br /&gt;3. My sister is taller than me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX (or same) THAT APPEAL TO YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1. Physique&lt;br /&gt;2. Facial alignment/structure&lt;br /&gt;3. Hair =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Spinning until my wrist breaks, haha*&lt;br /&gt;2. Hold'em =P*&lt;br /&gt;3. Watch lots of TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:&lt;br /&gt;1. Make professional recordings&lt;br /&gt;2. See my loved ones happy&lt;br /&gt;3. Eat a violin heehee*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-111438649918795727?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/111438649918795727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=111438649918795727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/111438649918795727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/111438649918795727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2005/04/alexs-thingy-again.html' title='Alex&apos;s thingy again'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-111428608258277878</id><published>2005-04-23T15:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T16:00:47.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TD Bank</title><content type='html'>The semi-annual TD Bank competition sent me my confirmation letter a few days ago. Two years back, being the youngest competitor at the Walter, it was so good to just see those idols of mine go up and play, some losing, some winning, some going home happy or sad. All those people I used to compete with, they were like my competitor but at the same time so close to me. Now, almost all of them have gone to university or out of Toronto. Doing such competitions just feels a lot lonelier than it ever was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, my hands are always cold now. I'm sure my house is considerably warm (at least the thermometer reads so). I try putting on extra layers, but nothing really helps. Sometimes, they're so cold they hurt! Gah... this is horrible. I can't think of another method to keep them warm, other than running hot tap or intense heat. Helpez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... I totally forgot about Justice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-111428608258277878?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/111428608258277878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=111428608258277878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/111428608258277878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/111428608258277878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2005/04/td-bank.html' title='TD Bank'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-111396365484304533</id><published>2005-04-19T22:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T22:20:54.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya</title><content type='html'>So Mother's back from other side of the world... and what the crap's up with her?  So pissed and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I'm getting more and more explosions of non-fittingness at Woburn, not to mention some fat white guys in people's faces now and then.  The Woburn area just isn't my area.  Sure, I know too many people there, but it's like "ya, Ken's cool and stuff but I've only known him for a couple months and stuff", or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once in my life the people I miss most are some shitheads I used to hang around with.  Jared and Maher are closer to me than brothers, but I'm gone now and Jared is probably still spending lunch times smoking it up.  Maher's sophisticated now, and probably has a girlfriend, a car, 50 cell phones, and maybe even his own gym that the ghetto-livers go to everyday.  Nigga's probably running his own successful pirated CD business all over Danforth.  Georgios... well he's Greek so screw that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last one lasted not even 2 weeks.  KT, Alex where are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-111396365484304533?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/111396365484304533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=111396365484304533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/111396365484304533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/111396365484304533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2005/04/ya.html' title='Ya'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-111278489591216754</id><published>2005-04-06T06:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T06:54:55.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thing</title><content type='html'>Still, I have not completed/sent my MMB repertoire and billeting form.  I'm so hesitant this year... I don't actually have a lot of good, new pieces as opposed to previous years.  I guess the only thing I have now is my concerto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said Cissy might've applied.  I was like, "wow, big man".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother left for Hong Kong during spring break because her older sister passed away.  She was "a very left-winged person".  My mom even said her death was caused by her commitment to Falun Gong.  R.I.P., dog.  I was practicing piano when all of a sudden my mom came rushing into the room with the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it really got me thinking about my sister and I.  What if one day she's not here?  What if one day none of my family will be existent?  Will nobody else notice?  Well, I guess by then nobody and nothing else would matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really worried about my piano.  I just don't have the motivation and initiative that I had before I went to MMB last year...keeping a somewhat concrete practicing schedule, enjoying the music my teacher gives me.  Now, it's just like, "WTF, screw this".  What can I do?:  I don't know.  2 of my teachers said I had more potential than LLang, but their words come out like stones.  What kind of joke is this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-111278489591216754?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/111278489591216754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=111278489591216754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/111278489591216754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/111278489591216754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2005/04/thing.html' title='Thing'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-111190734164487029</id><published>2005-03-27T01:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T02:09:01.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Intermission</title><content type='html'>Woot, this is from Alex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE NAMES YOU GO BY: (oh I wish I could name more..)&lt;br /&gt;1. Ken&lt;br /&gt;2. Di Di&lt;br /&gt;3. Kenjamin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm Asian&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm not gay, ok?!&lt;br /&gt;3. I say very random things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1. Styrofoam friction&lt;br /&gt;2. Guys so tall you can swear they're wearing high heels&lt;br /&gt;3. Work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Glasses&lt;br /&gt;2. Piano...&lt;br /&gt;3. Sadly, D2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1. Shiny Yamaha pimp watch = ROFL &lt;br /&gt;2. A thin layer of skin&lt;br /&gt;3. Glasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS or artists(at the moment):&lt;br /&gt;1. Rubinstein&lt;br /&gt;2. K-OS&lt;br /&gt;3. Kanye West&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS AT PRESENT:&lt;br /&gt;1. Paganini Vari, guy&lt;br /&gt;2. Mazurkas, Op. 17&lt;br /&gt;3. OMG HAX, B-boy stance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE NEW THINGS YOU WANT TO TRY IN THE NEXT 12 MONTHS&lt;br /&gt;1. Cook on my own&lt;br /&gt;2. Make sure TSO competition accepts my late application *fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;3. Get a longer-lasting date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP (love is a given):&lt;br /&gt;1. Activity&lt;br /&gt;2. Trust&lt;br /&gt;3. A positive aura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU JUST CAN'T DO:&lt;br /&gt;1. Write very neatly&lt;br /&gt;2. Not say "pwn", "hax", or "leet" for a week&lt;br /&gt;3. Keep from laughing for a long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1. Apologize to G.&lt;br /&gt;2. Own the MMB people and allow all the oldies to get in, especially the Alex's&lt;br /&gt;3. See G. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING:&lt;br /&gt;1. Musician - ambivalent&lt;br /&gt;2. h4xXz0rz&lt;br /&gt;3. X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:&lt;br /&gt;1. Paris&lt;br /&gt;2. Moscow&lt;br /&gt;3. Vancouver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE KID'S NAMES: (I don't want kids, although I'm DESTINED to change this opinion)&lt;br /&gt;1. Ingrid&lt;br /&gt;2. Bulthasar&lt;br /&gt;3. Dijiman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE:&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm gay&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm straight&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm crooked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX (or same) THAT APPEAL TO YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1. Physique&lt;br /&gt;2. Facial alignment/structure&lt;br /&gt;3. Hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Botting = ROFL&lt;br /&gt;2. Too bad to tell (some know)&lt;br /&gt;3. Watch lots of TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:&lt;br /&gt;1. Make professional recordings&lt;br /&gt;2. See my loved ones happy&lt;br /&gt;3. Remember my sister was always here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-111190734164487029?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/111190734164487029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=111190734164487029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/111190734164487029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/111190734164487029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2005/03/intermission.html' title='Intermission'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-111014576914045934</id><published>2005-03-06T16:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T21:12:38.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.darkwatch.org/darkwatch/?fuseaction=tools.invlink&amp;u=mel7&amp;linkID=21"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;DARKWATCH PWNAGE.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-111014576914045934?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/111014576914045934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=111014576914045934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/111014576914045934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/111014576914045934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2005/03/darkwatch-pwnage.html' title=''/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-110947572620309750</id><published>2005-02-26T22:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T22:42:06.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No</title><content type='html'>I ditched my Rach for a long time, eh...  Recently, I've really slacked off.  All my marks have dropped.  I just don't have the type of motivation that I had before.  My mom says I won't live until 30 years of age like this.  Realistically, I probably could... but what she says doesn't seem so exaggerated after some thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared I won't make it into Music Bridge this year.  Of course, it's much easier if you were in it already, but to think Qian Qian didn't even make it... what kind of world is that?  I played my stuff so badly.  Last year, my audition tape was recorded with 1 try, the whole way through.  I bet Moroz accepted me just for the fact that I was honest and included all that crap in my video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KT never comes on anymore... I'm going to email you.  Jason is ditching music.  Brian's just too old.  Hu Bo can't come.  Alex plays RO so much he failed all his courses.  Tong Yina will regret talking to me before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie you seem so depressed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Georgia and I broke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh... I still remember my practice room.  The 2 Steinway grands, and the projector that I always left on.  I'd pull out the walls use chairs to make a pathway from the 2 doors in my room.  Jason would chalk graffiti all over the boards.  Xin Tong and Malicough would play tag in between the rows and rows of desks.  I won't be so lucky next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-110947572620309750?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/110947572620309750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=110947572620309750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/110947572620309750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/110947572620309750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2005/02/no.html' title='No'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-110748123051265683</id><published>2005-02-03T20:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T20:40:30.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya</title><content type='html'>Wow, I haven't come on for like, forever.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent all day programming a pickit directory and identification patches after a perfectionist author decided that the bot will only keep Vipermagi with 35 or higher resistances.  Vice versa with 30 or higher MF nagelrings, EDMG&gt;=250,ETH==1 for Titans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this out, it's the 0083r h4x012z pickit bot specifications for the best players:&lt;br /&gt;367= s_sor=830001:3,efd:20|s_sor=830001:3,eld:20 ;¹ÖÒìÇò&lt;br /&gt;354= ecd:25 ;´ÎÔªËéÆ¬&lt;br /&gt;281= edmg:200,ll:9,eth==0|eth ;Ì©Ì¹&lt;br /&gt;338= s_jav:4,edmg:190 ;Å®×å³¤±êÇ¹&lt;br /&gt;308= edmg:230,s_mart:2,s_shadow:2 ;±ÌÓñ×¦&lt;br /&gt;287= edef:200 ;¼Ó¶ûµÄ³¤·¢&lt;br /&gt;279= ll:6,edef:190 ;ARREAT¡®S FACE&lt;br /&gt;280= edef:190 ;ÙªÈå&lt;br /&gt;341= s_nec:3,fr:30 ;Å®Ñý¹Ç&lt;br /&gt;330= s_nsum:3,s_pb:3 ;ÑªÍõÖ®¹Ç&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I haven't played long enough to be able to sacrifice anything lower.  Anyhow, it's the first botprogram that actually works fast and conveniently.  Made by computer student in China!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concert in 2 days.  Wish my hands some warmth, you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-110748123051265683?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/110748123051265683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=110748123051265683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/110748123051265683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/110748123051265683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2005/02/ya.html' title='Ya'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-110601460976667049</id><published>2005-01-17T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T21:16:49.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Acci-freaking-dent</title><content type='html'>I got hit by a van while I was crossing the street today.  Thank God my bones are still intact.  My walking will be affected for the next week (minimal, I hope).  A lot of the impact was absorbed because I rolled upwards off the van windshield, 12 feet up in the air and landed on the sidewalk jacket first.  Any other car, my legs would've been gone by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, first rehearsal with orchestra tonight.  At first they sounded like crap, but it felt much more professional when the conductor told me it was sightreading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-110601460976667049?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/110601460976667049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=110601460976667049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/110601460976667049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/110601460976667049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2005/01/acci-freaking-dent.html' title='Acci-freaking-dent'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-110429022613539962</id><published>2004-12-28T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T11:08:31.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pwnaged.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/de_aztec00002.jpg" width="538" height="404"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lolol.  Beat that.&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-110429022613539962?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/de_aztec00002.jpg' title='Pwnaged.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/110429022613539962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=110429022613539962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/110429022613539962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/110429022613539962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2004/12/pwnaged.html' title='Pwnaged.'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-110351050191958884</id><published>2004-12-19T21:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T21:41:41.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YO GUY</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;There's this "Chinese Cultural Program 2003" thing on Fairchild that's playing and &lt;a href="http://w5.usc.edu:9673/asia02/speaker?rec_id=49"&gt;Chen Xi's&lt;/a&gt; playing in it.  That's too awesome!  In some of his biographies, it even includes his concerto award at MMB.  1337.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-110351050191958884?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/110351050191958884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=110351050191958884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/110351050191958884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/110351050191958884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2004/12/yo-guy.html' title='YO GUY'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-110269838560044968</id><published>2004-12-10T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T12:14:28.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YASSOON</title><content type='html'>Jason requested that I write an entire weblog entry on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first arrived at Sonny's (or Sonnie's) house, I became addicted to the computer there.  2 hours later, Brian arrived with his POS instrument.  When he realized our 3rd roommate was going to be Jason Vaz, he started cursing...  "AWWW MAN, I HATE THAT KID",  "JASON IS SO ANNOYING", "STUPID KID".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like... 50 hours later, Sonny and Raymond arrived back from the airport with the stupid kid.  He seemed like the typical pianist:  Nerdy, semi-nice, smart, clean, a perfectionist, encouraging, has at least a little sense of humour, et cetera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't real cool until he showed off his connection to Kalan Porter.  FUBAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So over the course of the month, Jason attempted to be an elite breakboy.  Some nights, the 3 of us would just stay up and make noises...  NO, YOU qh0085.  I think they were drunk (or high), but I couldn't tell.  When I chatted with Clara, Jason would take over and say stupid things.  When she called at night once(basement, which was our washroom, computer, and bedroom level, was the only place I could talk because of such late times), Jason would yell "Ken's having a gay affair with us" while Brian makes special not-even-funny noises.   Really loudly, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notably, one of Jason's realtime features was his appreciation for older women, excluding Natalia.  People like... GWEN and... yeah.  Another one of his not so realtime features was his lack of respect for native people.  And Chinese people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time, Shika and Connie played nine-doors on us while I was just chillin' like a willin' villain in ice cream fillin' in Jason's practice room.  We went out and found them hiding around the corner.  Some quarrell broke out (I forget the details), and Connie accidentally kicked my slushy into my face.  Jason tracked her down and kicked her ass.  Miraculously, our connections became better a few days later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason and I had a dance.  The dance.  It went especially well for Nina Sky's Move Your Body.  We also had a fetish for the Russian folk song (ask Alex), one of the greatest pieces to be played by Ken and friends today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you can make out with Yina within the next 2 days, I'll have respect for you as a player".  FUBAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unforgettable was Jason's chalkboard graffiti, which filled my practice room (fortunately, the largest in the building which houses the [only?] Steinway).  He made Maimie, the Music Bridge co-ordinator, erase all of it on the last day because we were busied with a recital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first week, we got godlike food.  Good lunch, good dinner.  After the first week, we got (almost) no food.  It was extreme to the point that we all had to bring money to buy food at MRC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started the "KIAAANN" call, which was derived from him mocking Sonny.  Now to think of it, we like that kind of stuff.  Nie Jia Peng: "WHAT MEAN TIME FACK?!"  Xin Ti: "SHIN TONG; SHIN TAO"  He QiZhen: "HE QI JONATHAN"  Zhang BangDe: "JANG BANG DEE"  Josef Stompel: "YASSOON!"  Connie: "CONAN O'BRIEN", et cetera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, he's just an ignorant fool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-110269838560044968?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/110269838560044968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=110269838560044968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/110269838560044968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/110269838560044968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2004/12/yassoon.html' title='YASSOON'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-110262198273492825</id><published>2004-12-09T14:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T14:53:02.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;OBJECT classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&lt;br /&gt;    		 codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,0,0"&lt;br /&gt;    		 WIDTH="789" HEIGHT="119" id="bottleneck" ALIGN=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    		 &lt;PARAM NAME="movie" VALUE="http://www.mitsubishicars.ca/images/2005/lan/lancer_bottleneck_en.swf"&gt; &lt;PARAM NAME="quality" VALUE="high"&gt; &lt;PARAM NAME="bgcolor" VALUE="#DEB621"&gt; &lt;EMBED src="http://www.mitsubishicars.ca/images/2005/lan/lancer_bottleneck_en.swf" quality="high" bgcolor="#DEB621"  WIDTH="789" HEIGHT="119" NAME="bottleneck" ALIGN=""&lt;br /&gt;    		 TYPE="application/x-shockwave-flash" PLUGINSPAGE="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/EMBED&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    		&lt;/OBJECT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-110262198273492825?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/110262198273492825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=110262198273492825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/110262198273492825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/110262198273492825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2004/12/test.html' title='Test'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-110239653341121660</id><published>2004-12-07T01:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T00:15:33.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bar 328</title><content type='html'>Our trio was on live television today.  This reporter lady from CityPulse at 6 came to the conservatory and we did stuff.   Playing live was an awesome experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-110239653341121660?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/110239653341121660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=110239653341121660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/110239653341121660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/110239653341121660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2004/12/bar-328.html' title='Bar 328'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-110227898803327217</id><published>2004-12-05T15:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T20:56:48.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Curtis I.M.</title><content type='html'>My trio is playing for CityPulse tomorrow.  I don't know.  Some thing about the YAPA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I audition for it? Yina had told me 15 was a rough time to audition. She knew of only 1 14-year-old who got in. Maybe I'll wait another year (which is what I thought last year, too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sickness has elevated to a new level. I've coughed so much that my right gut aches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went biking. I went over a massive speed hump and wasted myself. It was an airborne experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched this DVD of Lang Lang in Carnegie Hall last winter. I literally wasted myself watching him play. YOU HAVE TO HEAR/SEE HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish the piano had vibrato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-110227898803327217?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.curtis.edu' title='Curtis I.M.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/110227898803327217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=110227898803327217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/110227898803327217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/110227898803327217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2004/12/curtis-im.html' title='Curtis I.M.'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-110202482491502463</id><published>2004-12-02T16:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T17:00:24.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>f33d3r 5q001 w42 teh pwn, dog</title><content type='html'>Feeder school was so ownage.  We toured 4 junior/elementary schools around the Woburn area and it was so ownage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I feel so for you, KT-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbara Li horribly reminds me of somebody.  So sad to think back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am re-entering the world of D2 craze again.  This time, in full throttle.  For months, I haven't pwnt anybody with FoH, or NKed anybody with WW or Guided.  My favourite passtime of PKing lower levels with my tele-orb-TS sorc had stopped for a while.  My superfast FRW CS (even tele) zon was of no more use to me.  Feels so godlike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-110202482491502463?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/110202482491502463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=110202482491502463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/110202482491502463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/110202482491502463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2004/12/f33d3r-5q001-w42-teh-pwn-dog.html' title='f33d3r 5q001 w42 teh pwn, dog'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-110161852842650509</id><published>2004-11-27T22:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T00:19:19.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah</title><content type='html'>From Sophie's Xanga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER ONE.&lt;br /&gt;-- name :: Ken.&lt;br /&gt;-- birthday :: November 1.&lt;br /&gt;-- birthplace :: T DOT DOWNTOWN.&lt;br /&gt;-- current location :: Scarborough.&lt;br /&gt;-- eye color :: Dark brown.&lt;br /&gt;-- hair color :: Blackish-brown.&lt;br /&gt;-- height :: 7' 11".&lt;br /&gt;-- righty or lefty :: Right.&lt;br /&gt;-- zodiac sign :: Scorpio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER TWO .&lt;br /&gt;-- your heritage :: Chinese, baby.&lt;br /&gt;-- the shoes you wore today :: Hobo shoes.&lt;br /&gt;-- your weakness :: Organization, Co-ordination, and Management.&lt;br /&gt;-- your fears :: String players HA.&lt;br /&gt;-- your perfect pizza :: Full of cheese.&lt;br /&gt;-- goal you'd like to achieve :: Set up a lifelong purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER THREE.&lt;br /&gt;-- your most overused phrase on AIM :: wud up&lt;br /&gt;-- your thoughts first waking up :: Looks at time. Calculates time left until I should leave. Sleeps.&lt;br /&gt;-- your best physical feature :: My Belly Button.&lt;br /&gt;-- your bedtime :: 12 am&lt;br /&gt;-- your most missed memory :: Calgary, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER FOUR.&lt;br /&gt;-- smoke :: No.&lt;br /&gt;-- cuss :: No.&lt;br /&gt;-- sing :: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;-- take a shower everyday :: Mostly, yes.&lt;br /&gt;-- have a crush :: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;-- want to go to college :: Not college, university.&lt;br /&gt;-- like(d) high school :: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;-- want to get married :: Sometime, yes.&lt;br /&gt;-- believe in yourself :: Help me, kt.&lt;br /&gt;-- get motion sickness :: No.&lt;br /&gt;-- think you're attractive :: When I was young, VERY.&lt;br /&gt;-- think you're a health freak :: No.&lt;br /&gt;-- get along with your parent(s) :: Not at night.&lt;br /&gt;-- like thunderstorms :: They sadden me.&lt;br /&gt;-- play an instrument :: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER FIVE in the past month...&lt;br /&gt;-- drank alcohol :: No.&lt;br /&gt;-- smoked :: No.&lt;br /&gt;-- done a drug :: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;-- had sex :: No.&lt;br /&gt;-- made out :: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;-- gone on a date :: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;-- gone to the mall :: Yes. Fairview that is. qh008412.&lt;br /&gt;-- eaten an entire box of oreos :: No.&lt;br /&gt;-- eaten sushi :: YES.&lt;br /&gt;-- been on stage :: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;-- been dumped :: No.&lt;br /&gt;-- gone skating :: Zero skatage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER SEVEN: ever...&lt;br /&gt;-- played a game that required removal of clothing :: Maybe. Forget.&lt;br /&gt;-- if so, was it mixed company :: If so, yes. If not so, then... no answer.&lt;br /&gt;-- been caught "doing something" :: Yo face.&lt;br /&gt;-- been called a tease :: Qwn493.&lt;br /&gt;-- gotten beaten up :: By yo doug.&lt;br /&gt;-- shoplifted :: In yo haus.&lt;br /&gt;-- changed who you were to fit in :: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER EIGHT:&lt;br /&gt;-- age you hope to be married :: After I establish my LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;-- numbers and names of children :: Ingrid, Bulthasaur, Hulga, Olga, Sum Yung Guy, Bang Chink, Yassoon, Rachmaninov.  Yes.  My son's name will be Rachmaninov Yang.  My daughter's name will be Clara Schumann.&lt;br /&gt;-- how do you want to die :: While affecting the world.&lt;br /&gt;-- where you want to go to college :: States or Europe.&lt;br /&gt;-- what do you want to be when you grow up :: Artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER NINE: in a guy/girl..&lt;br /&gt;-- best eye color :: Eye colour doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;-- best hair color :: Anything but orange. Direct colours are good.&lt;br /&gt;-- short or long hair :: As long as it fits. Most girls have long anyways.&lt;br /&gt;-- height :: Medium plus.&lt;br /&gt;-- best weight :: Average build or better.&lt;br /&gt;-- best articles of clothing :: Old school blows.&lt;br /&gt;-- best first date location :: Something or somewhere public.&lt;br /&gt;-- best first kiss location :: Out of sight of adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER TEN:&lt;br /&gt;-- # of drugs taken illegally :: Zero druggage.&lt;br /&gt;-- # of people I could trust with my life :: 7.&lt;br /&gt;-- # of CDs that I own :: Scattered. Can't count.&lt;br /&gt;-- # of DVDs that I own :: Not as much as Georgios.&lt;br /&gt;-- # of piercings :: Zero.&lt;br /&gt;-- # of tattoos :: Zero.&lt;br /&gt;-- # of scars on my body :: 8.&lt;br /&gt;-- # of things in my past that i regret :: 47.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXTRAS&lt;br /&gt;-- favorite color :: Black.&lt;br /&gt;-- favorite animal :: Cat.&lt;br /&gt;-- favorite boyfriend/girlfriend :: Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;-- if you could be with anyone again who would it be :: Damn it. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;-- favorite subject :: Music.&lt;br /&gt;-- favorite food :: Snugglebums.&lt;br /&gt;-- what are you doing right this second :: Watching J.R. Digs vv007.&lt;br /&gt;-- listening to music :: Rach 1&lt;br /&gt;-- single life, couple life.. :: It cycles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-110161852842650509?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/110161852842650509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=110161852842650509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/110161852842650509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/110161852842650509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2004/11/yeah.html' title='Yeah'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-110150493810457883</id><published>2004-11-26T16:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T16:40:52.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey Battle</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;FORM ACTION=http://thesurrealist.co.uk/monkey.cgi METHOD=GET&gt;&lt;TABLE ALIGN=CENTER&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD STYLE="border:solid #664400; background-color:#442200; padding:10px; text-align:center; color:#ffddaa; font:x-small verdana;"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=+1 COLOR=#FFDD00&gt;&lt;B&gt;Kenny&lt;/b&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2&gt;is a&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;Man-Eating Kung-Fu Monkey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;...with a Battle Rating of &lt;FONT COLOR=#FFDD00&gt;&lt;B&gt;9.7&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;HR SIZE=1 COLOR=#664400&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE=hidden VALUE="Kenny" SIZE=10&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=-2&gt;To see if your &lt;B&gt;Food-Eating Battle Monkey&lt;/B&gt; can&lt;BR&gt;defeat Kenny, enter your name:&lt;br&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE=hidden NAME=def VALUE="Kenny"&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE=text NAME=att SIZE=10 STYLE="font: Arial; font-size: 8pt; color:#FFDD00;  border-width:1; border-color:#FFDD00; border-style:solid; background-color:#553300;"&gt; &lt;INPUT TYPE=submit VALUE="Battle!" 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STYLE="font: Arial; font-size: 8pt; color:#FFDD00; border-width:1; border-color:#FFDD00; border-style:solid; background-color:#553300;"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/FORM&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;FORM ACTION=http://thesurrealist.co.uk/monkey.cgi METHOD=GET&gt;&lt;TABLE ALIGN=CENTER&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD STYLE="border:solid #664400; background-color:#442200; padding:10px; text-align:center; color:#ffddaa; font:x-small verdana;"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=+1 COLOR=#FFDD00&gt;&lt;B&gt;Clara&lt;/b&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2&gt;is a&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;Muesli-Eating Surrender Monkey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;...with a Battle Rating of &lt;FONT COLOR=#FFDD00&gt;&lt;B&gt;0.0&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;HR SIZE=1 COLOR=#664400&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE=hidden VALUE="Clara" SIZE=10&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=-2&gt;To see if your &lt;B&gt;Food-Eating Battle Monkey&lt;/B&gt; can&lt;BR&gt;defeat Clara, enter your name:&lt;br&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE=hidden NAME=def VALUE="Clara"&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE=text NAME=att SIZE=10 STYLE="font: Arial; font-size: 8pt; color:#FFDD00;  border-width:1; border-color:#FFDD00; border-style:solid; background-color:#553300;"&gt; &lt;INPUT TYPE=submit VALUE="Battle!" STYLE="font: Arial; font-size: 8pt; color:#FFDD00; border-width:1; border-color:#FFDD00; border-style:solid; background-color:#553300;"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/FORM&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;j00 9072 t3h pwnz0rz, m335h33.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-110150493810457883?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/110150493810457883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=110150493810457883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/110150493810457883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/110150493810457883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2004/11/monkey-battle.html' title='Monkey Battle'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-110143307912508525</id><published>2004-11-25T20:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T20:37:59.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Departure 7AACB 1930</title><content type='html'>My father left (for China?) today.  I didn't say bye to him.  Should I have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the other day my sister reminded me to get back onto the piano.  I realize I've been slacking off a whole lot lately.  It was she who told me that if I don't audition out of Canada now or soon I will get nowhere.  I was frightened by her tone when she told me to watch how far I'll get in Canada.  Afterall, it is my responsibility.  I don't know what to do.  And I'm horribly sick.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of nowhere, I really want to see my Bridgemates.  I wish Alex and Katie would just pop up, and Shika would jump out from nowhere, and Conan would beat the daylights out of Jason in front of me, but Brian would be making weird noises while I'm on the phone.  Jason's making the official debut of the Russian Jewish folk song I introduced.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-110143307912508525?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/110143307912508525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=110143307912508525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/110143307912508525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/110143307912508525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2004/11/departure-7aacb-1930.html' title='Departure 7AACB 1930'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-110126298335178264</id><published>2004-11-23T21:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T21:23:03.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sore Wrists</title><content type='html'>I managed a 5 second Turtle today!  I can't wait to show Nathan and Mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to this Portrait Studio today to take the headshot I need to submit for February's concert.  The lighting and all turned out quite bad for all of them.  Plus, I have to wait 2 weeks for them to be developed.  What inconvenience.  They'll have the programme's finished in 2 weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-110126298335178264?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/110126298335178264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=110126298335178264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/110126298335178264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/110126298335178264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2004/11/sore-wrists.html' title='Sore Wrists'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-110108323015349076</id><published>2004-11-21T19:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T19:27:10.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold Hands</title><content type='html'>2nd of 2 CMC concerts today.  This time it was all the way in Oakville. Julia Mirzoev commenced on violin with Alex accompanying.  Anyhow... the Argonauts will own the Lions!!!... I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-110108323015349076?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/110108323015349076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=110108323015349076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/110108323015349076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/110108323015349076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2004/11/cold-hands.html' title='Cold Hands'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-110092467043619757</id><published>2004-11-19T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T23:36:44.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lady Upgrades</title><content type='html'>My first real try at Maximum Tune was today.  Screw you, Alex.  First glance... Nissan.  Fairlady Z Noire?  There &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; some influence there.  By the way, Duyi's car was Fairlady too.  I watched as he tuned to 600 HP and but still had close to no handling.  Now, my hand is burning with Maximum fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My old Initial D card got trashed.  No!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-110092467043619757?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/110092467043619757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=110092467043619757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/110092467043619757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/110092467043619757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2004/11/lady-upgrades.html' title='The Lady Upgrades'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-110074838968664198</id><published>2004-11-17T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T22:27:50.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>0_O</title><content type='html'>I had a dream last night.  It felt very long.  The Tchaikowski violin concerto played itself in my head all night.  When I woke up, I saw a picture from the Matrix and I was reminded of Alex.  Then, I opened the piano up and started playing the Jewish (Russian) folk song for a very long time.  Then, I woke up and realized it was a dream.  Somehow, throughout the day, I had heard an orchestrated version of the folk song(which my mind made up) in my head.  Maybe it will be written one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chamber choir was presented for the first time this year today.  It was shocking the amount of disapproval I got from some of the gifteds, and the appreciation I got from most others.  Like... ph008412?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how dare me forget to leave out Alex's page.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-110074838968664198?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/110074838968664198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=110074838968664198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/110074838968664198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/110074838968664198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2004/11/0o.html' title='0_O'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-110065528261177252</id><published>2004-11-16T20:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T21:10:09.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chang Keun?</title><content type='html'>I saw Charles Lee at the RCM yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;"So... how you liking Toronto?"&lt;br /&gt;"Pretty good."&lt;br /&gt;"Better than Calgary?"&lt;br /&gt;"Anything's better than Calgary!"  O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I made a break for the washroom during Phys. Ed. today, when my squad was off.  Mark, Nathan &amp; Co., who where apparently on an excursion for an assembly rehearsal, were in the hallway breakdancing.  Nathan was spinning powermoves up and down and Mark was popping his head off.  Jason must be here to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woot.  Once again I've reinstalled the "shakey shakey".  Right-click all you wish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-110065528261177252?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/110065528261177252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=110065528261177252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/110065528261177252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/110065528261177252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2004/11/chang-keun.html' title='Chang Keun?'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159289.post-110048045416666738</id><published>2004-11-14T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T22:16:05.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Intro</title><content type='html'>&lt;font=geneva color=white&gt;Welcome to my new weblog.  I hope friends will find this page.  This is a time to drop and refresh.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159289-110048045416666738?l=rachmaninow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/feeds/110048045416666738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159289&amp;postID=110048045416666738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/110048045416666738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159289/posts/default/110048045416666738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachmaninow.blogspot.com/2004/11/intro.html' title='Intro'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13920594707774888461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/spearhead_recon/chamber2-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
