<?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-5603455</id><updated>2011-06-08T14:48:09.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mad Musings</title><subtitle type='html'>Mark Nicodemus Tan</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>123</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-1520870817719410377</id><published>2008-08-19T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T21:59:13.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>videos from europe! these are the few videos from mark's camera! (:the berlin wallorgan demonstration at the berlin musical instrument museum..polish traditional dance!ok, that's all, haha!`tong²</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/1520870817719410377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/1520870817719410377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#1520870817719410377' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-5255734671440252191</id><published>2008-04-08T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T22:09:21.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whee! the images are back! but i dun think anyone comes here anymore. coz it's so so sooo outdated! oh well!`tong²</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/5255734671440252191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/5255734671440252191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#5255734671440252191' title=''/><author><name>tong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816313616296323924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ndqzI7yjt_g/SM9BL0XP2AI/AAAAAAAAAUA/GzXiC6vcgYg/S220/DSCN0699.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-7813995025385936924</id><published>2007-10-06T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T19:27:29.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>stupid mark isnt blogging at all! anyway poor mark is having a some big assessment so he's booking in tonight at 9pm.. ohhh, too bad! haha.. just an entry once in a blue moon to keep this blog alive. haha.. aiyah! nothing much to blog about also.. hence i shall sign off here!`tong²</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/7813995025385936924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/7813995025385936924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#7813995025385936924' title=''/><author><name>tong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816313616296323924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ndqzI7yjt_g/SM9BL0XP2AI/AAAAAAAAAUA/GzXiC6vcgYg/S220/DSCN0699.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-790606045757070005</id><published>2007-08-09T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T22:28:41.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mark is on block leave now, let's hope he will post something soon! (: oh and happy national day! happy birthday 42nd, singapore!`tong²</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/790606045757070005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/790606045757070005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#790606045757070005' title=''/><author><name>tong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816313616296323924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ndqzI7yjt_g/SM9BL0XP2AI/AAAAAAAAAUA/GzXiC6vcgYg/S220/DSCN0699.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-4722564668466377641</id><published>2007-07-24T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T22:43:47.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whee!! revival of mark's blog!! finally created the gmail account! hence can sign in now! but i doubt mark will post much anyway. so im just trying to keep this place alive.. haha.. alright then! that's it for now!`tong²</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/4722564668466377641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/4722564668466377641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#4722564668466377641' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-116877660601680720</id><published>2007-01-14T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T00:05:49.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>see! now that the blog is done, mark is still slacking away and not posting anything. he said he wants to post stuff, but he doesnt wanna post it on his own. how lazy can he be.. tsktsk..anyway, it seems like he wouldnt be able to complete his A-Z essays in the near future. coz it seems like he'll only be posting one every year. recall last year.. he only posted Freedom. so i assume he will be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/116877660601680720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/116877660601680720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116877660601680720' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-116843931984264282</id><published>2007-01-10T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T22:28:39.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DONE!finally.. but i still find the tagboard a lil out of place. maybe mark doesn't really need a tagboard la! haha.`tong²</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/116843931984264282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/116843931984264282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116843931984264282' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-116835121473942522</id><published>2007-01-09T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T22:27:55.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UNDER CONSTRUCTION!But it's almost done. Just a bit messy now. ((:`tong²</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/116835121473942522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/116835121473942522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116835121473942522' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-115970151382103044</id><published>2006-10-01T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T19:18:33.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Freedom Freedom. Perhaps the concept with the most numerous and varied meanings to different people. Indeed any discussion that professes to be a complete examination of freedom would either be a masterpiece or an arrogant boast. Henceforth I will not make such a claim. Instead, let us consider what the idea of freedom means subjectively.In a nutshell, freedom is a state-the state of being at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/115970151382103044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/115970151382103044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#115970151382103044' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-115453266012059419</id><published>2006-08-02T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T23:31:00.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I break my internet silence by saying this -- absolutely nothing. Now don't read this with disbelief you cynics. (Mark say nothing, right, and AJChoir are olympic champs. Hmmm wait a minute, that's impossible. At least, it was.) Think about it. If you were to try and write something, you'd never have the time or space to write it. So i'm keeping some things to myself. Okay i'm not. Just call me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/115453266012059419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/115453266012059419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115453266012059419' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-114759750528935705</id><published>2006-05-14T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T17:05:05.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blow.Little wind.Blow.Let the sand fly.Let time go on by.Blow little wind but leave Leave my memories.Somehow I doubt you'll hear.Blow little wind.Blow.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/114759750528935705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/114759750528935705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114759750528935705' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-114191807509076927</id><published>2006-03-09T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T23:27:55.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>5 months since my last post. Heh well i should really blog more eh? Well not a chance since i'm going in in a couple of days. 5 long months, can't believe all that's happened since then. Perhaps one day i shall sit down and reflect on what has happened. Consciously or not, its the first steps to the rest of my life.I guess there's only one thing i'll miss too much -- AJChoir. You know, it makes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/114191807509076927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/114191807509076927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114191807509076927' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-113137837552437214</id><published>2005-11-07T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T23:46:15.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ExtremesIncreasingly, the call for the adoption of the middle path in all things is being ignored. In this age, perhaps more than in any other, we are unfortunate witnesses of the rise of extremism, in matters ideological, religious or political. This most certainly does not bear glad tidings for us all; an extremist view in anything in life does little to enhance our relationships on a personal </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/113137837552437214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/113137837552437214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113137837552437214' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-112885813730603721</id><published>2005-10-09T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T19:45:35.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DeathI am always tempted to start any essay on death with that quote from "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone", and so I shall. In it, Albus Dumbledore tells a confused Harry that "to the well organized mind, death is but the next great adventure." Certainly, it would be easy to define death as the end of everything, but clearly that way of thought could not be further from the truth. Even </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/112885813730603721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/112885813730603721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112885813730603721' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-112835583364671362</id><published>2005-10-04T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T00:10:33.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CrisisAt the heart of the various episodes of human life lies the issue of crises. At one point or another, every single human person, by virtue of his humanity, will have to encounter a crisis of sorts. This need not necessarily be a major catastrophe or a life or death scenario; we all experience our own crises in many varying degrees. Crisis may apply at a macro level, with regards to a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/112835583364671362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/112835583364671362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112835583364671362' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-112825707881052305</id><published>2005-10-02T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T22:01:12.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BeautyToo often, we measure beauty in physical terms. Beauty in our world has become a much misunderstood quality and as an unfortunate result, is degenerated to something merely physical. Too often, we delude ourselves into believing we truly appreciate something that is beautiful and in our limited human capacity limit and trivialize the concept of beauty. Beauty, however, extends beyond the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/112825707881052305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/112825707881052305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112825707881052305' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-112792365427953589</id><published>2005-09-29T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T00:07:34.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In line with the new policies on blogging, i am announcing that i will increase my blog surfing to sue the buggers who post defamatory things about me. God save you all.Anyway, in a bid to improve my GP (right..), i will be posting an essay a day on this blog and the topics will be in alphabetical order so for example, i'll write about Apples today, Blog-sueing tomorrow, and so on. Granted its </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/112792365427953589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/112792365427953589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112792365427953589' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-112637067497947411</id><published>2005-09-11T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T00:44:35.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>September holidays. When you expect every wee J2 to be studying their heads off. To give myself a little credit, i'm better prepared for this than for the mid-years. On the downside, if you knew how i did for that common test, that doesn't say much. Been living well during this week, sleeping at 3, arising at noon, leaving home at 5. Sure like the good old 1st 3 months.So last Sunday was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/112637067497947411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/112637067497947411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112637067497947411' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-112540370594064205</id><published>2005-08-30T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T20:08:42.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Darn, finger's a little inflexible after basketball, and that's making my piano playing a just a wee bit tricky. Argh! Well at least i don't have a diploma to take, unlike zz so good luck mate!Here's a little advert by the way. Vatican Exhibitions! If you haven't yet gone for it, this Sunday's a good time. Sunday 2 p.m to be specific. And that's because we'll (SFX YC) be singing there. Its our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/112540370594064205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/112540370594064205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112540370594064205' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-112368503839471055</id><published>2005-08-10T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T22:43:58.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey folks how's everyone doing? Perhaps if you were in a gloomy mood and wanted to get even gloomier, go watch this German film "Napola" about Nazi schools and indoctrination and all that kinda thing. Not a bad film, danke. So while everyone in the world was going out on a date on this wonderful date, i was on a hot date of my own. With none other than daniel thong. Gosh we have no lives. Well </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/112368503839471055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/112368503839471055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112368503839471055' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-112352422332325071</id><published>2005-08-09T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T02:03:43.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Seems everyone's real weird these daysAll pretty moody in so many ways.No smiles, no chuckles, nor giggles or laughs,Well, hell, perhaps things are a little too rough?Wait wait wait just, for a moment, hang on,Everyone's answering, "Are you fine?" with a resounding "Non!"So i don't know if its me that's thinking ascrew,Or is everyone just feeling real blue?Honestly folks, its seriously glum </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/112352422332325071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/112352422332325071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112352422332325071' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-112246786850981111</id><published>2005-07-27T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T20:37:48.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Charlene let me hear a recording of the song that LJB (Eternal Loop, whatever they wanna call themselves) performed at the School of Rock competition. I have to say, it is BLOODY good! "Why" its entitled, good vocal by their lead, Sarah i think, and there's a great harmony as well. Impressive, really really impressive. And i read in "Life!" yesterday that they had 22% of the votes last sunday and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/112246786850981111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/112246786850981111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112246786850981111' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-112178823354258727</id><published>2005-07-19T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T23:50:33.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Power Color Is Lime GreenAt Your Highest:You are adventurous, witty, and a visionary.At Your Lowest:You feel misunderstood, like you don't fit in.In Love:You have a tough exterior, but can be very dedicated.How You're Attractive:Your self-awareness and confidence lights up a room.Your Eternal Question:"What else do I need in my life?"What's Your Power Color?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/112178823354258727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/112178823354258727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112178823354258727' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-112178610624240360</id><published>2005-07-19T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T23:15:06.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Years after our bodies rot in our graves, the eternal debate will ensue. How Roman Catholicism is not Biblically correct, and thus wrong. Ooh gosh, seems these days i have little energy to discuss any more. Well it does remind me of the time where someone posted some nasty stuff on Olivia Quay's blog so i went to re-read that particular "discourse" (understatement). Anyhow, here's an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/112178610624240360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/112178610624240360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112178610624240360' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-112045348559396016</id><published>2005-07-04T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T13:04:45.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>    BLUEYou give your love and friendship unconditionaly. You enjoy long, thoughtful conversations rich in philosophy and spirituality. You are very loyal and intuitive.Find out your color at Quiz Me!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/112045348559396016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/112045348559396016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112045348559396016' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-111971487357730658</id><published>2005-06-25T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T23:54:33.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alright, great day everybody! Happy birthdays Benny, Jasper and Angel! I can't believe Olomouc was 2 weeks ago already. Time's fun when you're having flies-i.e, rotting.Anyway, let's clear some things up.                1. The competition was not held in Prague, indeed not even near Prague. It was held in Olomouc, few hundred KMs away from the Czech capital. Historically it was the capital of the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/111971487357730658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/111971487357730658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111971487357730658' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-111876980548698557</id><published>2005-06-14T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T01:23:25.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Una vez sone Que en algun lugar Yo podria ser alguien Si lograse amarY tambien sone Que si he de triunfar Mi orgullo aferrado Tendre que superarUn dia llegare No importa la distancia El rumbo encontrare Y tendre valor Paso a paso ire Y persistire A cualquier distancia Yo el amor alcanzareUna vez te vi Era todo irreal Y aunque fuese un sueno Te sentia junto a miSe que estas ahi Que te encontrare </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/111876980548698557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/111876980548698557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111876980548698557' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-111852139345569174</id><published>2005-06-12T04:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T04:23:13.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dobry den everyone! Good news from Olomouc! Two categories, both 99 out of a hundred marks. Didn´t win them incredibly, lost to two choirs with perfect scores, one of them ACJC. We finished second in the other category too, losing to this really solid Czech choir who beat us again in the finals. Anyway we polled the second highest amount of judges votes in the finals so you can imagine the scenes</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/111852139345569174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/111852139345569174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111852139345569174' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-111838515658371269</id><published>2005-06-10T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T14:32:36.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dobrě rano! Its 830 here in Olomouc so naturally it looks like 3am.. Sun only sets at 10, my goodness.. Well hope everyone is doing well.. DJ and I are doing fine, he wanted me to type that a handsome guy is next to me but i think that he is the one who should be saying that.. Going on a kinda expedition today, lotsa music and castles.. Thanks for your well wishes, continue to pray for our safety</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/111838515658371269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/111838515658371269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111838515658371269' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-111832787511551901</id><published>2005-06-09T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T22:37:55.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dobry den everyone.. The Czech keyboards are kinda hard to navigate! Well hope everyone back home is doing fine we§re having an okay time here. Its summer so naturally the temperature is between 5 and 15 degrees celcius.. We§re competing on Saturday so we do pray for us and all yeah? The churches here are quite nice although there are 29 churches for a population of a hundred thousand. Nice small</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/111832787511551901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/111832787511551901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111832787511551901' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-111772593576918193</id><published>2005-06-02T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T23:25:35.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I guess if i were a e-quiz master, i would have one giving people signs that hey were bored. Ultimate sign -- You're doing this quiz.I've fallen to temptation. I'm doing online quizes. Gosh i'm bored.The Keys to Your HeartYou are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.In love, you feel the most alive when things are straight-forward, and you're told that you're loved.You'd </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/111772593576918193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/111772593576918193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111772593576918193' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-111685523699769123</id><published>2005-05-23T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T21:33:57.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Are From NeptuneYou are dreamy and mystical, with a natural psychic ability.You love music, poetry, dance, and (most of all) the open sea.Your soul is filled with possibilities, and your heart overflows with compassion.You can be in a room full of friendly people and feel all alone.If you don't get carried away with one idea, your spiritual nature will see you through anything. What Planet </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/111685523699769123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/111685523699769123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111685523699769123' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-111685067363217849</id><published>2005-05-23T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T20:18:05.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music Com chosen.My job is almost done.Deo Gratias.Bittersweet.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/111685067363217849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/111685067363217849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111685067363217849' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-111674189669745545</id><published>2005-05-22T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T14:04:56.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Are a Golden Retriever PuppyTolerant, fun-loving, and patient.You are eager to please - and attached to your frisbee.What Breed of Puppy Are You?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/111674189669745545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/111674189669745545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111674189669745545' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-111660699274720335</id><published>2005-05-21T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T00:36:32.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey there everybody. Boy i'm getting bushed here. Not tired physically but a little mentally drained i am. Guess i need to take a nice long break from singing when i get back from Europe. To my new found comrade Ollie, thanks for your niceties, you are quite inspirational yourself, especially that post. Sigh, yes, that one. Haha. Cheers mate, keep doing what you're doing regardless of what other </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/111660699274720335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/111660699274720335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111660699274720335' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-111496361349746184</id><published>2005-05-01T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T00:06:53.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi,Miserere nobis.Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi,Miserere nobis.Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi,Dona nobis pacem.Hooray for the election of Pope Benedict XVI. Must admit being a little skeptical of him and his hardline policies as doctrinal chief but having said that, it's great having a Pope true to the truth.  In a world where we continually lose sight </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/111496361349746184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/111496361349746184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111496361349746184' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-111262700535885140</id><published>2005-04-04T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T23:04:59.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A moment for our Shepherd, John Paul II.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/111262700535885140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/111262700535885140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111262700535885140' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-111191771483614133</id><published>2005-03-27T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T18:01:54.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Long ago He blessed the earthBorn older than the yearsAnd in the stall the cross He sawThrough the first of many tearsA life of homeless wanderingCast out in sorrow's wayThe Shepherd seeking for the lostHis life the price He paidLove crucified aroseThe risen One in splendorJehovah's sole DefenderHas won the victoryLove crucified aroseAnd the grave became a place of hopeFor the heart that sin and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/111191771483614133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/111191771483614133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111191771483614133' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-110683197593471628</id><published>2005-01-27T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T21:19:35.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>B-A-DYour faces areS-A-DYour fan club must be M-A-DYou sound worse than my D-A-DLife's just ain't the same without Gideon.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/110683197593471628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/110683197593471628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110683197593471628' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-110544245364289670</id><published>2005-01-11T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T19:20:53.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Know You're Chinese When....You unwrap Christmas gifts very carefully, so you can save and reuse the wrapping (and especially those bows) next year.	You only buy Christmas cards after Christmas, when they are 50% off.	When there is a sale on toilet paper, you buy 100 rolls and store them in your closet or in the bedroom of an adult child who has moved out.	You have a vinyl table </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/110544245364289670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/110544245364289670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110544245364289670' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-110415226550023838</id><published>2004-12-27T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T20:57:45.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Dominant Intelligence is Linguistic IntelligenceYou are excellent with words and language. You explain yourself well.An elegant speaker, you can converse well with anyone on the fly.You are also good at remembering information and convicing someone of your point of view.A master of creative phrasing and unique words, you enjoy expanding your vocabulary.You would make a fantastic </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/110415226550023838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/110415226550023838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110415226550023838' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-110351680695550426</id><published>2004-12-20T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T20:59:12.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The latest installment in the "10 Reasons Why I Hate ZZ Series". For the earlier two installments, please click here and here. Anyway, its my turn.10 Reasons Why I Hate ZZ1. He is SO indecisive. Always waits for someone to make the decision so he can follow it.2. He is SO subservient to all those in authority over him. Never stands up for himself.3. Knows no shame in public. Does </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/110351680695550426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/110351680695550426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110351680695550426' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-110300308652132164</id><published>2004-12-14T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T13:44:46.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>14th of December. Something ALWAYS happens on the 14th of December. More about that in a minute. But first, to all my dear friends in the SFX Youth Choir, the word is epileptic. E-P-I-L-E-P-T-I-C. See you've all been having trouble blogging that word so there's the spelling for you, checked dictionary.com so i guess it must be right.Here's a little walk back in my life.14th December 2000</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/110300308652132164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/110300308652132164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110300308652132164' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-110235153567907371</id><published>2004-12-06T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T00:45:35.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thanks a whole lot mikey! Absolutely insightful and brilliant post. Man, life's getting busy, never thought i'd be this busy ever but there you are. Hmmm, i need a little release. Oh, scrub your minds you mentally polluted lot. Release in a positive sense.. Let's see.. Ah, try poetry!Roses are red,Violets are blue.Some poems rhyme,Mine obviously doesn't.Then again, maybe not.Life, they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/110235153567907371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/110235153567907371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110235153567907371' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-110192148411353443</id><published>2004-12-02T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T01:26:07.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Michael here. Mark was going to blog something but in his ever immortal words..."screw it". Tsk tsk such language. Someone needs to get his mouth cleaned. lol...kidding. Anyway...this here fella is one good bloke to hang around with. =] So keep well mate!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/110192148411353443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/110192148411353443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110192148411353443' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-110128068727188300</id><published>2004-11-24T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T15:18:07.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmmm, round about 2 weeks since my last post, not too bad. Finding it very hard to blog since i've got hardly any time to do anything. Not that i'm complaining, i love being busy singing so in a strange way, i'm kinda glad i have no time. Speaking of strange, everything's becoming quite strange lately. Thinking about stuff, i sudden;y get the feeling that i'm getting old. Walking around Siglap </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/110128068727188300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/110128068727188300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110128068727188300' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-110001882076992203</id><published>2004-11-10T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T00:47:00.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>    O magnum mysterium,     et admirabile sacramentum        ut animalia viderent Dominum natum                    jacentem in praesepio.    Beata virgo cujus viscera                    meruent partare Dominum Christum.    Alleluia!                      O great mystery and wonderful sacrament     That animals see the Lord born     Lying in a manger.            Blessed virgin whose </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/110001882076992203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/110001882076992203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110001882076992203' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-109802212771365634</id><published>2004-10-17T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T22:10:26.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As of 17 October 6.28pm, The EB Alumni Choir has been officially named THE EDWARD BECHERAS VOCALE The name Vocale was decided upon after an inaugural vote which included the members, Mr. Nelson Kwei and Mr. Denis Leong, without all these folks the Vocale might never have been in the 1st place. So thanks for all your votes and ideas and apologies if your choice eventually wasn't picked but hey</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/109802212771365634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/109802212771365634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109802212771365634' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-109625806343359892</id><published>2004-09-27T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T12:07:43.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Take and receive oh Lord,My liberty.Take all my will, my mind, me memory.All things i hold, and all i own Are thine thine was the gift to Thee,I all resign.To Thou direct And govern all and sway.Do what Thou wilt command and I obey.Only Thy grace,Thy love on me bestow,These make me rich, All else will I forgo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/109625806343359892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/109625806343359892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109625806343359892' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-109556687020440050</id><published>2004-09-19T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T23:43:21.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MMeekAAmazingRRadiantKKinky NNoisyIInnocentCComplicatedOOrderlyDDistinguishedEEmotionalMMesmerizingUUnusualSStrange TTechnologicalAAdventurousNNaturalName / Username:Name Acronym GeneratorFrom Go-Quiz.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/109556687020440050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/109556687020440050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109556687020440050' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-109548919670000097</id><published>2004-09-18T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T14:33:16.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stole this off Luke's blog, sorry mate!THE YOUNG PERSON'S GUIDE TO THE CHORUSIn any chorus, there are four voice parts: soprano, alto, tenor, and bass. Sometimes these are divided into first and second within each part, prompting endless jokes about first and second basses. There are also various other parts such as baritone, countertenor, contralto, mezzo soprano, etc., but these are mostly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/109548919670000097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/109548919670000097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109548919670000097' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-109531004494775205</id><published>2004-09-16T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T12:47:24.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stealing some time with one of the school computers now because my own has most unfortunately been unavailable for the last month or so. And gosh, what a month it has been. Whew! Can't wait for the exams to end after which i'll return to my days of wandering streets aimlessly, with mike as soon as he returns. Well well, life's can be hard sometimes so if you indeed are being stressed out by your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/109531004494775205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/109531004494775205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109531004494775205' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-109318697162426541</id><published>2004-08-22T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T23:02:51.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>click hereto see "the twins effect".. hahahs.. mark tan and yingmin. (:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/109318697162426541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/109318697162426541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109318697162426541' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-109274404831228882</id><published>2004-08-17T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T20:00:48.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good news: SFX (or in small letters, sfx, i think they intentionally write it in non-caps because it can look rather offensive otherwise. Look at it from far and it might well appear "Welcome to the Church of SEX" but never mind.) Youth Choir CD is out. Bad news: I don't have a copy of it yet. Even worse news, tiffy's hands on the CD cover are green making her look like she suffers from gangrene </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/109274404831228882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/109274404831228882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109274404831228882' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-109232630602649151</id><published>2004-08-12T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T23:58:26.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thrusday night. Almost friday morning. Why am i not sleeping? Argh! Project work! On a day where Singapore's 3rd PM sweared in, its not difficult to imagine JC students swearing at the government for setting this incredibly time-consuming, and ultimately redundant subject. I mean, first the blokes at the ministry want to try and foster some inkling of creativity. Then come our teachers telling us</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/109232630602649151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/109232630602649151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109232630602649151' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-109145894832135529</id><published>2004-08-02T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T23:02:28.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whew, lucky there's a long weekend ahead or i might just drop dead and die. (Hmmm, what in the world does drop dead and die mean, oh never mind.) 15th august is coming and i hope its fun but it can't be as fun as going back to sing Circle of Life with the EBC on teachers' day, if daniel tells me true.Well, Choral Fest this year was a mere shadow of 2 years ago if you were talking about the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/109145894832135529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/109145894832135529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109145894832135529' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-109029713200890998</id><published>2004-07-20T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T12:18:52.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mabuhay everyone! Thanks for all the birthday wishes and everything else over the past few weeks and in case i do not blog in time: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE PRESIDENT OF THE EDWARD BECHERAS CHOIR!! Speaking of which, the CHMA cd which dear hecty burnt  (or is it burned? Hmmm..) for me has been playing in my ears for the past few days, especially the almost unreal voice of Gen Rong and that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/109029713200890998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/109029713200890998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109029713200890998' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-108971224564762963</id><published>2004-07-13T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T17:50:45.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finally conquered my computer. Ah well, pretty gloomy weather outside, trying not to feel gloomy inside too, this sort of weather is absolutely detrimental to mood, i tell you.Okay, firstly, good luck to the VJ Choir at the olympics. Like i was telling your president and student conductor, in jest of course, "hope you win a gold so you'll get complacent so we'll be able to beat you next year." </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/108971224564762963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/108971224564762963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108971224564762963' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-108903451600164729</id><published>2004-07-05T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T21:35:16.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>jeanette here posting on behalf of mark.. you know how erm.. good he is with technology right? yea.. he got fed up with his com so here i am.. mark says..sorry to all my ardent fans for not bing able to post. and i'll try to post as soon as possible. in the mean time.. hakuna matata!Circle Of LifeFrom the minute we arrive on the planetAnd blinking, step into the sunThere's more to be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/108903451600164729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/108903451600164729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108903451600164729' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-108695927480346359</id><published>2004-06-11T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T21:07:54.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmmm. I thought i had posted on monday but i guess i ran into difficulty in technology again. Oh well. What a week it has been anyway. All the choral workshops (formal and informal, more later) have been absolutely taxing but totally inspiring.2 words, Novo Concertante. Going around with them this past week has been life-changing. Old critical me for the first time has really really fallen in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/108695927480346359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/108695927480346359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108695927480346359' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-108515656241846682</id><published>2004-05-21T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T00:35:31.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Right. I was just thinking about an unusual way to do that Jap song when suddenly it dawned upon me. Dunno if it'll work but no harm trying. Its been one hell of a week, one that i've never seen the like of before. AJChoir reached crisis point but for everybody's sake i hope the worst is behind us. Adversity gives you two options, one, grow from it; two, be destroyed by it. To everyone who it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/108515656241846682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/108515656241846682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108515656241846682' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-108478187570534707</id><published>2004-05-17T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T16:29:42.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The only reason why i can blog at 4 on a monday afternoon is because i skipped school today. Lesson learnt: be careful what you wish for; wanted yesterday to miss school today and then woke up this morning feeling real bad. The AJ Chinese Orchestra is seriously very very good. And i thought i'd never hear a brilliantly good CO. Was at the Esplanade yesterday and realised i haven't been there </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/108478187570534707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/108478187570534707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108478187570534707' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-108411841549268575</id><published>2004-05-09T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T00:03:31.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O Lord increase my faith,Strengthen me, and confirm meIn thy true faith.In all my adversity, teach me to say amen.Amen.In joy, let me never forget you,In trial, let me never blame you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/108411841549268575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/108411841549268575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108411841549268575' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-108348719426386844</id><published>2004-05-02T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T16:47:52.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you read my last post and thought i had lost my cool, got you! Although i really thought you, my faithful fans, would have known i was joking much like shizhen often does for no rhyme or reason. As such, i would like to tell tabitha not to worry about me getting angry or anyhing because i really am never. By the way, i think you have a really cool and exotic name, hope one day i'll find out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/108348719426386844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/108348719426386844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108348719426386844' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-108316445824598194</id><published>2004-04-28T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T23:04:03.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good evening everyone. Don't really know whether to laugh or cry when i read my tagboard and all the nonsense there. It seems to dog me and i, to my recent memory, have been linked with practically everyone i know. I now look forward to the moment where i'll be linked with victoria beckham. Firstly, to my sister and tabitha, happy searching for the truth because you'll never find anything </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/108316445824598194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/108316445824598194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108316445824598194' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-108213214976415754</id><published>2004-04-17T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T00:18:42.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What's best for us? Do we really know? Our lit teacher was telling us a long time ago about this Immanent Will idea which i thought was quite intriguing. Apparently (and i say apparently because i haven't read the entire book, a certain Jude the Obscure), Jude is fortune's fool. Basically, the concept of this will is that there is a higher, supernatural kind of force leading us by its invisible </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/108213214976415754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/108213214976415754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108213214976415754' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-108212959623193380</id><published>2004-04-16T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T00:00:27.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Easter everyone! Hello to everyone who's new to this blog, if you have a blog and don't mind me linking you, just tell drop a tag or tell me in real life. If you read the below few posts and think i'm religious fanatic preaching to you, well i'm not but sometimes you've just got to say something you've been thinking a lot about. By the way, if you really want to see a religious fanatic's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/108212959623193380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/108212959623193380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108212959623193380' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-108161980239307058</id><published>2004-04-11T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T01:59:29.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its 1.30 on Easter morning. I should be asleep because i'm going to church early tomorrow morning. However, i asked my sister to let me blog surf and i really regret doing that.It is most distressing, that after returning form a celebration of the Ultimate Victory, i should chance after blog after blog of hatred and mistrust. I just don't get how some people can use the most unsavoury language </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/108161980239307058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/108161980239307058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108161980239307058' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-108152587452734983</id><published>2004-04-09T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T00:12:50.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Good Friday everyone! I figured that i'd better blog before all my regular fans start crying. I just realised i haven't blogged since mikey's birthday and also since setting up shop in the wonderfully boring institution disguised as AJ. Oh well, better late then never. Congratulations to ZZ, DJ, Clement, Kang Seng, Gen Rong and Fabian for waltzing into the CHMA Finals. Especially for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/108152587452734983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/108152587452734983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108152587452734983' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-107978941036059792</id><published>2004-03-20T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T23:58:47.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A long time ago, someone told me how he had received a ring from his other half. Apparently, she gave him that with the words, "With this i give you my life." Most unfortunately, this relationship is now non-existent which only goes to show how little value these words might have. What immediately sprang to mind, though, when i was told this tale, was how love is such an under valued word. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/107978941036059792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/107978941036059792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107978941036059792' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-107958251166284203</id><published>2004-03-18T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T12:04:15.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, well, well. What a week it has been. Going into the last week of wandering and i'm wondering how everything's gonna fall into place. In many respects though, in has been a fantastic week, which all started out on Friday in my favourite place in Singspore, the chapel at St Francis Xavier praying the rosary for someone. Anyway i was spotted by this guy named Jude who started a chat with me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/107958251166284203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/107958251166284203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107958251166284203' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-107881646453773783</id><published>2004-03-09T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T15:16:39.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know, in many respects, the people most fraught with irony are very often bloggers. Just that day there was an article in the papers about blogging and how there were very few 'blogbusters'. I mean, what's the point of putting up a page if you wanted to keep your musings secret. Henceforth the term, secret blog, which makes absolutely no sense at all. Especially when you consider the fact </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/107881646453773783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/107881646453773783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107881646453773783' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-107824065568850925</id><published>2004-03-02T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T23:19:43.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are Sloth!Lazy huh ?? You're a bit slow in getting going -and tend not to do anything unless it isabsolutely necessary. You'd rather sit around,watch TV/Sleep then go out and about withfriends, or take part in a sporting event. Onthe positive side, you tend to be quite smart,as you spend a lot of time watching the News(!!) or on the computer, Also by conservingyour energy, it's right there </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/107824065568850925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/107824065568850925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107824065568850925' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-107771745407928149</id><published>2004-02-25T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T22:08:31.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To be Your bread now,Be Your wine now,Lord come and change us,To be a sign of Your love.Blessed and brokenPoured and flowingGift that you gave usTo be Your body once again.Happy Lent.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/107771745407928149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/107771745407928149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107771745407928149' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-107668946996721240</id><published>2004-02-14T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T00:26:19.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Big congratulations to Edward house and its marvellous victory in the X-country championships. Hey hey, against all odds, we've won it for the 5th straight year, the only house ever to have its name on the shield in the competition's existence. Kudos to Camillus and the rest and bring back the house cup too! Only wish i could have been a better captain but i did try, even if maybe it wasn't good </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/107668946996721240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/107668946996721240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107668946996721240' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-107659436833525084</id><published>2004-02-12T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T00:28:52.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why do people talk so muchAbout this strange, pink day?Which comes before the month of March,Through February, it is mid-way.That foolish men would lose their cashAnd forgetters face backlash;Where the sins of the partner are so fast fading,And so many relationships are in their making?A day filled with chocs and hearts,and so much letter-writing.A day for buying over-priced cards,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/107659436833525084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/107659436833525084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107659436833525084' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-107638642922670012</id><published>2004-02-10T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T12:15:35.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>God will make a way,Where there seems to be no way.He works in ways,We cannot see,He will make a way for me.He will be my guide,Hold me closely to His side.With love and strength,For each new day,He will make a way,He will make a way.By a roadway in the wilderness He leads me.Rivers in the desert will I see.Heaven and earth will fade,But His Words will remain.He will do, something</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/107638642922670012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/107638642922670012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107638642922670012' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-107608056234436636</id><published>2004-02-06T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T23:17:45.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Body Worlds, that marvellously frightening and eye-opening exhibition, has been extended YET again. So, if you haven't gone, you really should do so, it is ruddy brilliant. Should have brought mikey while he was here come to think of it. Oh well, no use crying over spilt coke, the section about embryos and foetuses really brings a whole new meaning to 'abortion is murder'.By the way, it seems </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/107608056234436636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/107608056234436636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107608056234436636' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-107581750401383848</id><published>2004-02-03T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T22:13:23.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is good. I quote mikey, ' i insist again i was nv suicidal!' Two words mate, 'yeah right.' But well, i meant really that he'a a lot more human nowadays instead of that strange lyrical poet 2 years ago. I'm expecting him to say something about this soon so let me say in advance its not a bad thing. Yeah.MARK m   English, Russian, BiblicalPronounced: MARKFearless warrior. Saint Mark was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/107581750401383848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/107581750401383848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107581750401383848' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-107573422634803217</id><published>2004-02-02T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T23:05:25.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A sparrow flies against the wind, causing its little body to be constantly blown off course. How human nature is often paralled to this sparrow, going against God when going with it seems so much to be the easier option. Indeed, the flying against often leads us nowhere, and is more likely to cause us death upon hitting a rock than for us to find life. The sparrow, that is to say us, must learn </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/107573422634803217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/107573422634803217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107573422634803217' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-107510176173483424</id><published>2004-01-26T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T15:24:13.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are Psalms. Which book of the Bible are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/107510176173483424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/107510176173483424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107510176173483424' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-107510138412122413</id><published>2004-01-26T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T15:18:34.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ladies and gentlemen, i'm back in business. And whoa, its been almost a full month since i last blogged. Spectacular. Good Lord, have so many things happened since then... Everyone's stacked off at their scchools of choice for a month more at least, Michael's here and gone again, made a few more friends here and there, blew money at sushi tei last saturday, blah blah blah.Anyway, i dunno how </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/107510138412122413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/107510138412122413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107510138412122413' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-1072697063503010</id><published>2003-12-29T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T19:25:27.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Guess what? I'm alive! So sorry to disappoint all those who must have wished me incapable to apologise in advance. Sorta got better on Boxing Day, but still got a pretty nasty cough going. It hasn't been made any better with newcastle taking only 2 points from a possible 9 but i suppose you football-illiterate folks have no idea how that feels.Anyway, a Merry belated Christmas to you all. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/1072697063503010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/1072697063503010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#1072697063503010' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-10711333379010184</id><published>2003-12-11T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T17:03:04.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haha. Okay, if you thought last night's post was a litle bit aggressive, i apologise. In fact, i am rather humoured that i am so often linked to whatever girl i know. Sigh, the price of being a celebrity.Indeed, i must say that the post by shizhen was so incredibly good. He told me that he took 3 hrs to write it and i think its one of the best comic articles i have ever read. This of course, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/10711333379010184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/10711333379010184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#10711333379010184' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-107106968382801765</id><published>2003-12-10T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T23:22:09.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's most unlike me to blog so late at night, but recent rumours i think have gone a bit too far, and if this was unarrested, would be very bad indeed.There is absolutely nothing between me and cheryl lee. Zero, zip, kosong, ling. Just because i ask her along for a recording and praise her does not mean i fancy her in any way. It has come to my attention that wong shizhen has rather insanely </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/107106968382801765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/107106968382801765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107106968382801765' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-107104682188564907</id><published>2003-12-10T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T17:04:59.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Funnily enough, on the post below i mentioned i haven't blogged in 2 weeks.. So once again, i like to apologise to all my ardent fans. So much happening over the last few days, and its back to choir practice and a nice 5 day military camp in Genting... I'm sure you'll agree with with military as it turns out we have to sleep at 2300 everyday, which come to think of it, might not be such a bad </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/107104682188564907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/107104682188564907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107104682188564907' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-106941741338217017</id><published>2003-11-21T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T20:23:59.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tsk tsk... Two weeks since my last post eh? So i hereby apologise to all my ardent fans.. In that time, the Wallabies and the English Roses have qualified for the rugby world cup final. Since both of my picks, All Blacks and France, have rather unfortunately been eliminated, i have no choice but to support england to kind of balance out the supporter ratio, so come on jonny wilkinson.Also, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/106941741338217017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/106941741338217017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106941741338217017' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-106828392792745258</id><published>2003-11-08T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T17:32:05.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, i'm here at home watching the rugby world cup (all-blacks just rolled over the springboks). Where i should be it seems, is at Thompson Plaza with all the other chumps who are 'studying' there. However, it is half past 5 and i am not used to leaving my house after the sun has set. Very very sorry hecty, i'll make it up to you. ;)It is a sleepy saturday so i wish everyone a great weekend of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/106828392792745258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/106828392792745258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106828392792745258' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-106821418026227848</id><published>2003-11-07T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T22:10:33.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You're Most Like The Season Spring ...Fresh faced, with a young outlook on life - yousmile at the world and expect it to smile backat you. You're mostly a bubbly, fun - innocentperson. Described as cute possibly. However,you're a little naive about things and tend tobe a little too trustworthy.As the first season, It Makes you the youngest -and so most immature - but people are inclinedto look</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/106821418026227848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/106821418026227848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106821418026227848' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-106812791713594017</id><published>2003-11-06T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T22:11:55.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, see mikey's into pope jokes. Here's one then..Once the Pope was giving a sermon as usual at the Vatican. As usual, he ended it by saying, "Tutti Homini", which means, "Peace To All mankind." This blessing did not go down well with the Women's Lib group, who insisted that the Holy Father was being sexist by only blessing MANkind.In order to rectify his 'error', the Pope, at his next mass, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/106812791713594017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/106812791713594017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106812791713594017' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-106812681712602766</id><published>2003-11-06T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T21:53:34.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pleased to find myself an Eb major. My favourite major to write or perform in. If there was one thing i learnt from mr denis leong after four years, its how differeent tonalities fit different moods, which is why i enjoy the nice, fuzzy, romantic Eb major. Fits my personality, don't you think? Except for romantic. Besides, all the great songs are written in Eb major, Bridge Over Troubled Water, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/106812681712602766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/106812681712602766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106812681712602766' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-106812550417944709</id><published>2003-11-06T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T21:31:42.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eb major - you are warm and kind, always there foryour friends, who are in turn there for you.You are content with your confortable life andwhat you are currently achieving; if you keepin this state you will go far. what key signature are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/106812550417944709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/106812550417944709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106812550417944709' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-106741349764989602</id><published>2003-10-29T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T15:45:22.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Been slightly under-the-weather lately, which kinds of explains my absence in Bishan and the silence that comes along with it. I think i'm down because i'm studying too hard. (oh yeah, then what are you doing online?!!) Pardon him, that's just my neglected conscience. Speaking of conscience, i'll have SOME people know that revealing the content of a truth-or-dare session is most sinful and that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/106741349764989602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/106741349764989602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106741349764989602' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-106724780884476503</id><published>2003-10-27T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T17:43:27.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RecollectIt's never been the sameSince that August nightLooked into your eyesAnd knew why I'm aliveSitting by your sideNothing else matters to meThe voices all around me seem like passing breezeI just can't take my mind of youIf only time stood stillOn that August dayFelt your hand in mineYour touch is all i needHolding you in my armsNothing else matters to meThe voices all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/106724780884476503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/106724780884476503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106724780884476503' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-106707284367482729</id><published>2003-10-25T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T17:10:11.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are:  SALT!  Outgoing, funny and a great friendto have around. ---What fast food condiment are you?--- brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/106707284367482729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/106707284367482729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106707284367482729' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-106707241785093004</id><published>2003-10-25T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T17:05:11.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok... I seem to be, for the first time in my life, blogging on two consecutive days. This is in response to criticism that i don't respond fast enough. Incidentally i don't seem to have ever tagged on my own tagboard. Fascinating.Points to note (actually only one point to note). Just because i talk to one girl doesn't in anyway prove that i like her. Tsk tsk. Somehow i always get linked with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/106707241785093004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/106707241785093004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106707241785093004' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-106700052602702135</id><published>2003-10-24T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T21:02:06.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okok, sorry folks for not blogging on a regular basis, it seems i need weapons of mass destruction to get my sister of the computer.Anyway, talking about WMDs, that explains Measure of A Man. You know, the clay aiken trash. Evidently i get the feeling that i'd rather to hector's track than his cd. Only about 3 songs are listenable while the rest are rubbish. Just makes you wish "Invisible" was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/106700052602702135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/106700052602702135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106700052602702135' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-106654921048990508</id><published>2003-10-19T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T15:40:10.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Firstly, I would like to apologise to joey kang for not having made it to his 7 am choir. Considering i only woke up at 1030, to wake up at 6 on a Sunday morning would indeed be a big achievement.Secondly, i am displeased to note that my interview with ms esther chua of christ the king church has been released. Obviously, the first thing you'll notice on pg 17 is an immensly ugly photo. Next, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/106654921048990508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/106654921048990508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106654921048990508' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-106622500336761931</id><published>2003-10-15T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T21:36:43.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RELIGION IS NOT JUST ABOUT RELIGION-mark nicodemus tan-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/106622500336761931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/106622500336761931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106622500336761931' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603455.post-106621539077864142</id><published>2003-10-15T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T18:56:30.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For the last time, you can only exchange my phone if yours is an 8310, a favourite of mind, which was unfortunately "misplaced". Anyway, no lasting harm done and besides, I AM a very "gracious" person you know..I seem to be using a lot of 'well's and 'anyway's, must be the effect of writing too many warm fuzzies, except i haven't even written the teachers' ones. Oh well...Just bought the clay</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/106621539077864142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603455/posts/default/106621539077864142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrebleclef.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106621539077864142' title=''/><author><name>mark nicodemus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01660833891614725277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9-sGLQSgB-Y/SM9Cs4JqJBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BP78VdHdGao/S220/DSCN0860.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
