<?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-5958167175065462359</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:11:34.261-08:00</updated><category term='I&apos;m worried :&apos;('/><category term='Lonely girl :('/><category term='Beloved One x333'/><category term='Felt with sadness :('/><title type='text'>The Memories :D</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>177</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-3306323304984533514</id><published>2012-02-13T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T23:58:37.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;Faggot man... Why made promises if you can't keep ?? Come on la... you guys promised the teacher that you will be serious this time round. Your competition is this coming Saturday... Not next month.. Why can't you guys be serious for this week?? Honestly, i think it's not a matter bout winning or losing in this competition. It's about experiences.. Am i wrong to say this?? I dun think so... So what if i told you guys this?? Any problem?? Yes, I did told you guys that it more of gaining experiences.. So what??  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Ehh hello!! I'm just a volunteer , helping as much as I can... Don't ever try to be rude to me , boss me around , or teach me what to do.. Get ur priorities right!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Just take a look at the reply I had in Twitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="js-tweet-text" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; font-size: 14px; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;ME : Sometimes I just wonder if competition is important to them a not..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="stream-item-footer" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;div class="context" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(246, 246, 246); "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Cadet : &lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;shouldn't told us that its just for experience from the start...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="stream-item-footer" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;ME : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(246, 246, 246); font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;even if I dun tell, do you all even bother to be serious and listen to what I said??&lt;br /&gt;Cadet : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(246, 246, 246); font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;how to tell u...cuz its just that...we don't have the reason why we need to be serious in..&lt;br /&gt;ME : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;because you guys dun even want to go for the competition... Obviously nobody listen to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="stream-item-footer" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;div class="context" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(246, 246, 246); "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Cadet : &lt;span style="background-color: rgb(246, 246, 246); font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(246, 246, 246); font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;if u know that we are not interested in it then why put us in it ?&lt;br /&gt;ME : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(246, 246, 246); font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;if you are unhappy, go straight to teacher.. No point saying out here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(246, 246, 246); font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;Cadet : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;unhappy about wat ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="stream-item-footer" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;div class="context" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(246, 246, 246); "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span &gt;ME : &lt;span style="background-color: rgb(246, 246, 246); font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;unhappy bout this FAC thing.&lt;br /&gt;Cadet : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;no lah, i where got unhappy ? don't anyhow say hor !! T T&lt;br /&gt;ME : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(246, 246, 246); font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;lols.. I dun care if you guys unhappy or what.. I don't owe you guys a living.&lt;br /&gt;Cadet : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(246, 246, 246); font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;never say u did lah...chill pls (: promise u wed n fri would be better :D , can help if u want :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="stream-item-footer" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="stream-item-footer" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;Come on la kid, do you think i'm that stupid to believe what you said?? Would i still place my trust in you?? I can tell you right now. the answer is NO!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="stream-item-footer" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="stream-item-footer" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;I think that I shouldn't raise this issue to the TO... why?? The answer is simple and short. Because I don't want her to know that they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;made empty promises, It will be hurtful if she knows that.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="stream-item-footer" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-3306323304984533514?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/3306323304984533514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=3306323304984533514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/3306323304984533514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/3306323304984533514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2012/02/faggot-man.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-2489804881951728633</id><published>2012-02-03T00:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T01:42:03.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moody day... :((</title><content type='html'>Why is it always like this?? I put in so much effort into the notes... I literally sat in front of my desktop for 10 hours.. 10HOURS?!?! Not 1 hour !okay?? 10 hours itself is giving me headache already.. So what?? Headache is a small thing.. Whether my kids will receive the manual I did was the major issue I'm facing.. &lt;br /&gt;Honestly I should be enjoying my holiday and not stress myself like I did in the past. However I did not... WHY?!?! Cause I'm afraid that my kids      will not received the notes I've prepared for them.. I don't mind sacrificing for them. Burning out late at night to prepare notes for them.. I finished the notes at 2am. Sense of satisfaction achieved. However, the pain was excruciating ... Even when I lay down, I could feel a sharp pain in my head.. Sometimes I just blamed myself for being so committed to RC... I should have listened to my Aunt and quit... I didn't tell her that I'm joining VIP.. Serve me right.. I could have discussed with her . If I did, I might not be in this state right now... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not I want to say bout my unit.. What they say to me is really disappointing.. Sometimes I received comments like "fuck you" , "you failed your first-aid" , "you are not qualified as a first-aider" , "you're a useless VI". &lt;br /&gt;Imagine you're a VI, you did so much for them and this is what you get in return.. How would you feel?!?! Hais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how angry, demoralized or upset I am with my kids, they are still my kids afterall. I still have a long way to go with them. What I need now is to cool down and do some self-reflection..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-2489804881951728633?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/2489804881951728633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=2489804881951728633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/2489804881951728633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/2489804881951728633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2012/02/moody-day.html' title='Moody day... :(('/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-2898271506547258486</id><published>2011-12-31T07:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T07:23:12.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Resolutions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;New Year Resolutions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;My family to be in good health.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hope that my parents are fine??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pass my O Level and get into a Poly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;All my friends to stay happy always and keep in contact!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Be in a relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Contribute more to the society&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Serve one another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hope that AESRCY will soar to greater heights!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Everyone to stay healthy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yeah... Had a fun and memorable 2011 with my family, buddies, friends, teachers and schoolmates. Although there were some grudges between each other, it's already the past!! You guys were super awesome and without you, my life wouldn't be that interesting and fun!! Hope you guys won't take it to heart and let's welcome 2012 in 38 more minutes!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-2898271506547258486?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/2898271506547258486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=2898271506547258486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/2898271506547258486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/2898271506547258486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-year-resolutions.html' title='New Year Resolutions.'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-4426800670975055632</id><published>2011-12-28T19:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T21:13:10.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AWESOME WEDNESDAY :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691433920104076546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-thVOnpKGDTA/TvwI_u5plQI/AAAAAAAAAaI/xFWIMHPYh2c/s320/IMG_0753.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691433907078138290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kG9pmrYnMfw/TvwI--YBibI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/6z5bTdYwvYc/s320/IMG_0747.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ha.. Went swimming with my kids at choa chu kang swimming complex after lunch.. At first we wanted to go to bangkit to play. However, after walking for few minutes, almost reaching bangkit, we decided to go for a swim. Everyone made a U-turn back and get our swimming stuff before going to swimming complex. After swimming, Ah Liang and XMM walked home , benedict took a bus home while Carin and I walked back to lot one. Ask her to take picture with me she dun want... On our way back, we saw a playground. I thought it was the park that has swing so we went there. When we reached, there was a wooden bridge ahead us. It was shaky when we crossed. Carin was super scared. Hahas.. Okays, when we were at the park, we realized that there isn't any swing there. I realized we were at the wrong park.. We both saw a kids playground which is super high!! We wanted to slide down but there were so many kids there.. So paiseh rite?? Hehe.. While hesitating, it started drizzling.. We fasten our foot pace to lot one shopping centre. We went to old chang kee to buy curry puff and yami yogurt for dinner at BLK 412. while eating, I told her bout my life in Red Cross during Secondary School.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-4426800670975055632?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/4426800670975055632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=4426800670975055632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/4426800670975055632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/4426800670975055632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2011/12/awesome-wednesday.html' title='AWESOME WEDNESDAY :))'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-thVOnpKGDTA/TvwI_u5plQI/AAAAAAAAAaI/xFWIMHPYh2c/s72-c/IMG_0753.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-7999254472826407920</id><published>2011-12-28T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T06:14:55.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CCA (RED CROSS) Life During Secondary School Time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Wouldn't I say that I went through joy and sorrow during Red Cross Training during CCA day. I see a change in myself since Secondary One till Secondary Five. Wowww... I can really say I changed a lot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I remember when I was a Secondary One student, as youngest recruit, I don't really like my CCA. I find it boring and torturous.. I tried changing CCA but the teachers there just don't let me off... Whenever I reached home, I would start complaining about this and that. Maybe i'm not fit to even be in Red Cross.. It's okay, they don't let me off, I started giving excuses like not feeling well, have tuition, parents don't allow, dental appointment, doctor appointment and etc, just to skip training.. Obviously I can't use all this excuses for long so I just bear with 3 1/2 hours of training.. This was how I behaved and it carried on till I reached Secondary Two. Until one day, i got back my result slip. The moment I looked at my conduct, it was a FAIR conduct. I was like questioning myself.. What's going on?? I no longer skipped CCA and attend every week. I told my Aunt about it and she called the teacher to clarify about this issue. What the teacher told my Aunt was, "Ohh.. she didn't even turned up for training." I was like wtf?!?! I was there every week.. I hate this kind of feeling la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I attended training often, but I'm still not as committed as others until I reached Secondary Three, after being a NCO. We kept changing Red Cross teacher.. When i was in Sec Secondary Three, a new teacher came. I remember at the point of time, i broke my glasses and I couldn't see her clearly.. She introduced herself to us and i don't really like here. The moment i sees her, i started commenting... I don't know why.. I just don't like her.. Even though i don't like her, I still have to listen to her command.. As months passed, My relationship with my Red Cross teacher somehow got better.. I was asked to do this and that which resulted me to feel stressed up.. I was so stressed that I even went to do foolish things... How foolish of myself to do such things?? IKR!! STUPID ME... Yeah.. I told her everything.. Told her bout my family problems and stuff.. She was kind enough to be my listening ears and listen to the problems I was facing.. From there, I was counselled by her. Was told not to do foolish things anymore if not she will get it if anything unfortunate happens to me. So yeah.. I stopped thinking negatively and stay optimistic. :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;When I was a Secondary Four student, I was asked to do even more. However, I did not do foolish things when I was stressed. I looked for the teacher and shared my burden. I was asked to look for someone and share my workload. :DD Though i managed to get someone to help out, something misfortune happened.. A friend of mine, told me the reason why she couldn't get the Chairperson position. I was told the reason was because of my buddy and I. Because she always hang out with us, that's why she can't get her position as a Chairperson. I didn't get angry but asked for more details.. I was told that I, myself was a bad influence according to the teacher and Sir.. I influenced her in a bad way such that the teachers think that she's not good enough. I messaged my teacher to asked if I am a bad influence in RC?? She replied of course not.. I was the one who bring people together and made their day awesome!! I started questioning myself.. Who's telling the truth?? I got so upset and deprived for month... Nevermind... She even borrowed my RC Uniform and never wanting to return me. What i got back was uniform with paint, spoil, too big.. I got so pissed off .. Really pissed off... This issue started because of her and yet she borrowed my things and not wanting to return.. On the day itself, I shouted at her and that's when my water tap starts again.. I went home, sit in my room crying. My dad came in and asked why didn't I turn on the lights?? What happened to me?? I refused to answer him and my Aunt came in the next moment.. She was asking me what happened to me?? I told her what happened recently during training.. She immediately called my teacher and scolded her.. I told my Aunt it wasn't necessary to call her but she insist in calling. After talking to her on the phone, she told my Aunt this. In RC, the kids are all fighting for position.. But no worries, she didn't get the Chairperson position not because of your niece. It's due to other reasons.. I told my Aunt i wasn't.. I don't mind being a normal cadet but why used my name?? The next day when i got back to school, I was told by the teachers this and that. They made it sounds like as if it was my fault.. I'm innocent..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few days, the teacher came to talk to me. She asked me what happened and etc.. I told her everything and she said she will give my Aunt an explanation ASAP. I did not pursue this matter anymore because I don't want to make my problem, her problem... Though i'm willing to let go of this matter, I'm not as happy each time i go back for training.. I was asked to go for Volunteer Instructor Programme to serve my Alma mater after I graduate from Secondary School. I was thankful to the teacher who never fail to ask me to go for VIP because this programme leave a great impact in my life. I think my attitude changed after I get back from this course. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Finally, it was my last year as an advisor as a Secondary Five student. Hmmm.. I assisted the new teachers for the Sport's Day First-Aid Duty. I thought my planning was perfect.. However, it wasn't.. Infact, it was a piece of shit to teachers.. Why?? I have had my ways of planning.. Why must i always go along with the teachers?? Can't they just go along with my idea?? I was in the classroom with 3 teachers and some juniors.. I was so pissed with the teacher that I shouted at her in front of teachers and juniors in the room. Everybody looked so stunned.. I was feeling bad because I went overboard.. No matter what, I shouldn't shout at a teacher. She once told me that 'A student should know its boundaries.' Yeah.. What's done is done. I can't turn back time.. I apologised ti her and she said she understands cause I starting to feel stressed with my school work.. Till the day where the seniors officially step down, I was told to plan for the up-coming Passing Out Parade.. I did plan but I planned during June holidays cause i couldn't find any time to do it.. That day i had to clarify something with the teachers.. I called her, and asked. I wondering if I'm taken for granted or people just used me as an achiever.. I was told that everyone had no idea that I was the one doing the POP Proposal all along. They thought it was done by the Juniors.. Hais... why is this so?? The teacher told me that she didn't ask me to plan for the POP.. I was the one doing it willingly.. After i hear this, I got so angry and upset.. I even told the teacher that, ' In future, if they need help, don't bother to approach me for help. I wash my hands off Red Cross matter.' Once again, this was a bit harsh and this might hurt the teacher.. But what's done is done.. We had a cold war ever since this incident happened.. However, either one will get soft-hearten and talk to each other. This time round, it wasn't me who talk to her. It was her who talked to me instead. Maybe she realised that she was in a wrong. It's okay.. I don't mind. So long as the misunderstanding there was cleared, I'm more than happy. I apologised for my wrong-doings and the teacher said she understand..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So yeah.. This was my RC life in RC.. Thank you for being such an understanding person. Without your presence, I believe i wouldn't be here, leading them with pride. Please don't give up on them. Let's fight and make it a successful one together!! :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-7999254472826407920?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/7999254472826407920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=7999254472826407920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/7999254472826407920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/7999254472826407920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2011/12/cca-red-cross-life-during-secondary.html' title='CCA (RED CROSS) Life During Secondary School Time.'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-1577172286732363298</id><published>2011-12-11T08:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T19:39:49.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemma</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I ran into her that day... When I saw her from a distance away from me, I wasn't as happy as before.. I don't know why.. Why is it that whenever I see her, I'll have that urge to tell her off.. Not only telling her off, I also want to get back the cheque that I deserved for the past few years.. I have no idea why do I have such a selfish mother.. You know, the sight of her reminds me of the past?? I don't want to remember a single thing during the past.. I don't wish to leave those unbearable memories into my life.. You doesn't seem to learn from your mistakes.. Instead, it made you to repeat it over and over again.. Come on.. Please don't get anyone into trouble.. Please don't ask for money anymore.. You are an able-bodied person.. I believe you can settle your own problems.. You're no longer supporting us.. So please, think of a way to help yourself out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-1577172286732363298?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/1577172286732363298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=1577172286732363298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/1577172286732363298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/1577172286732363298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2011/12/dilemma.html' title='Dilemma'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-2783862520769283584</id><published>2011-11-20T02:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T19:40:06.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please come back..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;After knowing the reason, I finally know why you asked me to choose my choice wisely.. I guess you don't wanna see me suffer in AES because no matter how hard you train or how much effort you put in, you won't see a change in AES ppl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once told my mentor that the reason why I joined VI course is because I want to help relief the burden of my YO.. I don't want her to get stressed up with RC work.. I no managing RC alone is tough.. Plus A and J all left , don't want come back and help.. When this happened , I felt upset for her too.. So taxing to managing such a big unit alone.. That's when I decided to go for VI course..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, now that I know you're not in charge of RC anymore, I feel that it is pointless for me to remain in RC.. When I was still having my course, I always look forward to complete my course and work with you.. I want to know how is the feeling like to plan with you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I always quarreled with you for the past few months or years over trivial matters, disagree with each other, but there is still learning point taken.. I can still remember during 1 of the training, juniors asked me :" why miss wong never come down for debrief anymore?!?!" This prove how important you're to them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what, I want you to no how important you are to most of the cadets here.. Hopefully I can convinced you stay until next year.. Until you leave AES.. as you know, our current teachers really very weak.. They are not really firm with the cadets.. And I dont think the cadets will respect them.. However for you is different.. You has the fierce look, skills and knowledge.. So she will be of great help to AESRCY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, now that you're not in-charge of RC already.. Everything is impossible now... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me share smth with you.. Actually all of us share the same issue.. Not onli you, what about A and J?? They felt that AESRCY cadets hard to train.. No matter how much effort they put it, the cadets didn't improve..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey!! Honestly speaking, they did tell me to give up on AESRCY and concentrate on other units.. I didn't give up easily.. What I told them was, give me some time.. I believe I am able to change them.. I try to prove many of them wrong.. However, you, yourself, gave up.. If we can, why not we train them together?? I dun believe there won't be any improvement made..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I went back last Wednesday to train them.. I put in a lot of effort to train them, I hope my effort will prove those ex VIs wrong.. Though at the start they were so dead, I don't see any light in them, but as time past, I think they did improve.. Not onli I see a change in them, even our teachers see a change in them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You has your area of expertise. So long as both of us dun get too emo, then things shld turn out to be alright.. So ya, like you said, I can't manage 2 units alone.. Surely i need someone to support me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up on them so easily k?, I'm now here to help you out too.. So I hereby convince you to stay with us.. I hope we can work together to make our unit soar to greater heights. I'm willing to give it a try. Will you??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-2783862520769283584?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/2783862520769283584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=2783862520769283584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/2783862520769283584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/2783862520769283584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2011/11/please-come-back.html' title='Please come back..'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-6637359516840776425</id><published>2011-07-15T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T23:12:31.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yayyy!! I'm glad that we had cleared the misunderstanding that we had between each other. Hopefully, this benefited the both of us uh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-6637359516840776425?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/6637359516840776425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=6637359516840776425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/6637359516840776425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/6637359516840776425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2011/07/yayyy-im-glad-that-we-had-cleared.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-1237331924410933534</id><published>2011-07-14T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T03:53:30.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;hais.... dunno what the fuck is wrong with me today.... Handed in an empty script for my SS mock test.... Teacher was very disappointed at me... but you think.... if you are disappointed at me, then i am 1000 times disappointed at myself.... I mean it really damn my mood down. I was asking myself... so what if i left with a little time?? If i write down some words i can still get marks... Wasted rite??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Given my attitude during EC just now, maybe i should drop out of school uh.... i don't feel like studying anymore.. hais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-1237331924410933534?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/1237331924410933534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=1237331924410933534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/1237331924410933534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/1237331924410933534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2011/07/hais.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-5725995961400020654</id><published>2011-07-13T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T06:34:32.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 42, 42); font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; "&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 17px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px; font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; "&gt;Hmmm.... somehow it relates to my life....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 42, 42); font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; "&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 17px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px; font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 42, 42); font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; "&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 17px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px; font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; "&gt;Spontaneous. High appeal. &lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px; color: red; "&gt;Rare to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Great when found. Loves being in long relationships. So much love to give. A loner most of the time. Loses patience easily and will not take crap. If in a bad mood stay FAR away. Gets offended easily and remembers the offence forever. &lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px; color: red; "&gt;Loves deeply but at times will not show it, feels it is a sign of weakness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Has many fears but will not show it. VERY private person. Defends loved ones with all their abilities. Can be childish often. Not one to mess with. Very pretty. Very romantic. Nice to everyone they meet. Their Love is one of a kind. Silly, fun and sweet. Have own unique appeal. Most caring person you will ever meet! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-5725995961400020654?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/5725995961400020654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=5725995961400020654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/5725995961400020654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/5725995961400020654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2011/07/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-3101267154626425152</id><published>2011-07-12T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T04:26:41.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I put down my pride and apologised to you.... but you didn't want to accept my apology...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-3101267154626425152?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/3101267154626425152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=3101267154626425152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/3101267154626425152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/3101267154626425152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-apologised.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-2459583208238857154</id><published>2011-07-12T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T03:45:51.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey blog, there are so many things i want to share.... but i have nobody to turn to. Everyone just simply don't bother about me.... When they need help, they looked up to me and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; definitely help no matter how busy i am.. but.... they just don't care about me.... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lols&lt;/span&gt;... whatever.... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nvm&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hais&lt;/span&gt;..... should i drop out of school?? I think &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; wasting my time in school doing nothing everyday... sometimes i question myself why am i so stupid??? Why can't i just learn from my mistakes and make things right?? I don't understand why the subjects that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; am strong at previously, I can't score now....Chemistry used to be my strongest subject last year.. but not now.... why?? why?? why??? Ain't i stupid?? Can't even ace an subject... Sometimes when i sit beside my friends who are smarter than me be it any subject, I felt as if i am very stupid.... Why others can understand when teacher explain just once but i can't?? Am i really suitable to take my Os?? I don't know.... i really don't know.... I hope someone can guide me along the way.... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-2459583208238857154?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/2459583208238857154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=2459583208238857154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/2459583208238857154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/2459583208238857154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2011/07/hey-blog-there-are-so-many-things-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-4110214665630478008</id><published>2011-07-10T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T07:05:33.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;After hearing what others told me, I guess i'm a little selfish.... I only think of myself and neglect ppl who are around me. I hope i can put everything to a stop.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hais.... I would like to apologise for being a little harsh to you over the phone regarding the POP thing a week ago. Like you said "A student should know it's boundaries." I hope that this did not affect your teaching in class. Honestly, this thing had affected me a lot which resulted me being so moody and unable to concentrate well in class. Maybe there are some misunderstanding between the both of us?? I understands that you are busy with your lesson preparation as well as handling on RED CROSS and might probably forgotten what you had said earlier on. I think it is really unfair to you if i were to get angry of what took place a week ago. If i am, then i should consider myself a petty person. Perhaps i think it was the VI Course that i had attended last year which resulted me in this state?? I don't know...... Don't worry, i believe it is a good thing because i do see a change in myself! And i do learn at the same time :) Maybe after joining VI, I am a person with great sense of responsibility??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, I really enjoy my time in RED CROSS YOUTH especially working with you to allocate manpower or planning on the deployment. Somehow i know that the words that came out of my mouth might be a little hurtful to you and you should not be deserving all this. Come to think of it, I felt guilty after hanging up the call. I hope that i could take my words back and continue my journey with AESRCY after i graduate. Since I am here to write an apology letter to you today, I will not take this to heart. 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/6048719114234268371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/6048719114234268371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2011/07/sorry-sorry-sorry-sorry-sorry-sorry_05.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-7511594824425900452</id><published>2011-06-29T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T07:00:30.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another day of misery... what can i do?? I bet there's nth i can do now. Rite?? Recently 1 whole chunk of problems were thrown to me.. Family problems, Friendship problems, Studies, CCA and many more...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's talk about my family issue first... I don't follow my parents since young.... So i will never know how despicable my mother is... School fees also don't want to pay. Are you so broke till you can't even pay my school fees?? If you don't wanna pay, say so la... You took all my money and never contact me anymore... Ask yourself this question. "Are you FIT to be my biological mother??" I don't think you are.... I always ask myself to forgive and forget the sins that you had committed... So what if i gave you chance over and over again?? Did you even cherish the chance i give you each time?? You know the answer yourself... I don't think you will ever feel remorseful.. Usually i will tell all my problems to my aunt but not now.... Just want you to know i am not as stupid as you think... Yes, i may fail in everything i do but i'm willing to stand up from the place where i fell and continue with life.... Although i did so much of stupid/immature thing in the past, i'm already a grown up child. I'm matured enough to think of the consequences...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, i really lose interest in studying already... Everyday go to school also get scolding... Attire check is seriously waste of time... why not make use of this time to study?? We can probably learn new things... or even clear our doubts with teachers... Haven't even finish my art coursework... I'm so behind time la... Why?? Why will i even become like this?? I promised to study hard, but what happened in the end?? Instead of studying, i'm slacking.... hais.... sometimes i wonder if i am even ready for the O Levels hurdle??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, i guess there are some misunderstanding between my unit. Including the teachers... I guess there are some misunderstanding between us....I didn't do the proposal willingly... If i'm not wrong, i was asked to plan the POP when i was still in Red Cross. I wouldn't do if i was not told to do so. I did the proposal because i have the sense of responsibility. I will do things which are asked to and complete it on time.... I wish i can apologise to you for all the things i had done or say... but the problem is, i just don't know how to start the subject. No idea if you will listen to what i say.... it's up to you to decide...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind... i'm willing to let go of what had happened recently and start a new life again. I don't want all this problems to haunt my life down... It's really miserable to think of how to solve all this problems... I have to cry to sleep every night... Isn't this pathetic?? Cry to sleep leh..... why will u even cry to sleep?? :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-7511594824425900452?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/7511594824425900452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=7511594824425900452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/7511594824425900452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/7511594824425900452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2011/06/another-day-of-misery.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-2628848971261296852</id><published>2011-06-28T06:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T06:23:04.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>U.N.F.A.I.R.N.E.S.S.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hais.... i put in so much effort to plan for my unit's POP, but what do i get in return?? Not even a word "thank you" was heard.... Now what?? I got myself in trouble... I had no idea which idiot used my name and almost got me into trouble... I don't even have ur phone number also... Even if you want to give, i might not want to save it in my phone... You are so fucking petty... like seriously, you are unhappy with me 2 years ago, so what?? Big shot?? I don't think so.... you arre just a piece of cake to me... Please la, did i even call you down for POP rehearsal?? Don't have rite?? Ask urself, did you even bother to attend first a not?? If you are not, then why put words into my mouth? You fucking no life bitch.. If i know who is the person who betray me, you life will not be any better... -'-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-2628848971261296852?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/2628848971261296852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=2628848971261296852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/2628848971261296852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/2628848971261296852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2011/06/unfairness.html' title='U.N.F.A.I.R.N.E.S.S.'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-9190403033109669573</id><published>2011-06-19T02:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T03:01:07.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Wow.... 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Spent almost 1/3 of my June Holidays doing nothina at home... I'm so gonna be dead if Miss Phay ask what have i done during my holidays... Zzz...&lt;br /&gt;actually not so bad ah... At least i did my coursework and also complete half of my holiday assignments. Sense of satisfication :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Currently, my juniors are having camp and will onli be back tomorrow. Guess i am meeting them for lunch tomorrow. Yayyyyyyyyy!! ~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-1576525471532832815?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/1576525471532832815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=1576525471532832815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/1576525471532832815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/1576525471532832815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2011/06/hello-d-so-shag.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-2762724501871942805</id><published>2011-05-29T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T02:38:18.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="deleteBody"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="COLOR: #666" class="postTitle"&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: #777" class="postBody"&gt;O.o... my blog is sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo dead... Hahahs... back to update my deadly blog. Hmm... what shall i post about?? Ahhh haaa. Let's talk about my MYE result. I did terribly bad for my MYE... I flung all of my subjects except Chinese and Art. Though i passed this 2 subjects, it's just a boarder line pass. So it's equivalent to fail... Nah, anyway i will work hard for the next 4 months for my Prelim and also O Level. Anyway i wish myself all the best for me O Level MT paper tomorrow :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errrr... i can't think of anything to update so i guess i shall stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya soon!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-2762724501871942805?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/2762724501871942805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=2762724501871942805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/2762724501871942805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/2762724501871942805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2011/05/o.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-2174440537088396535</id><published>2011-02-23T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T03:56:13.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Write about a time when you overcame an obstacle and how it changed your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;(350-500 words).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;Obstacle? An obstacle is best defined as something material or non-material, that stands in the way of literal or figurative progress. A very good example would be my Volunteer Instructor Programme (VIP) Course which was held last year during December 2010. My attitude was horrible before I was a qualified volunteer instructor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Even before the registration of this VIP Course, my Youth-Officer, Miss Nicole, never fails to encourage  me to join this course whenever he sees me. At that point of time, I was not prepared to take up the challenge of this programme as the criteria to pass out as an instructor requires two contact sessions and a 4 Days 3 Nights Camp. By attending this course, the instructors there will nurture me to be an excellent instructor so that when I graduate from Secondary School I will be able to help relieve the burden of Miss Nicole in Red Cross. At the same time, I can also bring my unit to greater heights. Upon hearing the criteria to pass out as volunteer instructor, I had to clear all my accreditation and I was reluctant to go. What had changed my mind to attend the VIP Course was the constant encouragement by Miss Nicole and also my Teacher-in-Charge, Miss Lim, saying that there is light at the end of the tunnel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;During my days in camp, I never thought that I could overcome an obstacle but I knew that the magic that surrounded me would lift me up and guide me all the way. Whenever I face difficulties, there will be people taking me by my hand and show me what i can do. After going through so much of ups and down during the camp, I successfully passed out as a volunteer instructor. I never thought that I could take the burn by enduring the toughness of the activities and sacrificing my sleep. I told myself not to give up because perseverance leads to success! After meeting the criteria of the course, Miss Nicole had praised me in front of my teachers and juniors about my attitude and her praising brighten up my day. After a few weeks, my attitude went back to how I used to behave previously. I get very fed up with my Red Cross teachers easily without knowing why. From my own point of view, I think it is because I learnt how to do thing efficiently and effectively and this was why I get angry with them. Maybe I am used to doing things faster and complete it earlier compared to last minute work. I always tell myself that not to blame any of the teachers for not doing anything because I understand that each of them has their own work to do like preparation of camps and exchange programme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Although there are the good and bad of me, I am still grateful that Miss Nicole actually encouraged me to join the VIP Course. From there I can also see a change in myself in terms of attitude and values. I am now a person with a great sense of responsibility and do things efficiently. I believe this is what Miss Nicole and the other teachers want to see in me and this was how the VIP Course made a change in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END. (548 words)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-2174440537088396535?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/2174440537088396535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=2174440537088396535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/2174440537088396535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/2174440537088396535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2011/02/write-about-time-when-you-overcame.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-44110689760589462</id><published>2011-02-15T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T06:50:07.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haiszxc&lt;/span&gt;....it had been a long time since i last updated my dead blog? Recently feeling really miserable... People forcing me to do things that i don't like, force me to eat things that i dislike. Come on, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; a human...i do have feelings just like you guys...can't you guys just spare a thought for me? Feeling stress on the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; month of the year....can you imagine? Can't catch up with my school work as i have lots of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;CCA&lt;/span&gt; stuff to handle....Hopefully by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;april&lt;/span&gt;, I can step down and focus on my studies more :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Okays, shall stop here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-44110689760589462?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/44110689760589462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=44110689760589462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/44110689760589462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/44110689760589462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2011/02/haiszxc.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-2728741886441556944</id><published>2010-12-26T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T05:04:10.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;~~MERRY CHRISTMAS!!~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/TRc9JYWlcsI/AAAAAAAAAYg/ayR3MEpBgLE/s1600/SNC00291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/TRc9JYWlcsI/AAAAAAAAAYg/ayR3MEpBgLE/s320/SNC00291.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554975896750092994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-2728741886441556944?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/2728741886441556944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=2728741886441556944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/2728741886441556944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/2728741886441556944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/TRc9JYWlcsI/AAAAAAAAAYg/ayR3MEpBgLE/s72-c/SNC00291.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-8785262445092343970</id><published>2010-12-23T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T03:57:01.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;okays, feeling miserable each day....Recently, i scrwed up lots of thing....1st was recce at WCP. Supposed to meet juniors at 8.00am sharp outside school's bus stop but in the end i'm still sleeping at home...so i quickly bathe and took a cab down....Treated 5 of them ice cream and they went to disturb small kids...I think everyone of us enjoyed ourselves at WCP??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); "&gt;hmmmm....I totally screwed up wednesday's training too...I dunno why can i teacher get so agitated over the phrase&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Waiting for Miss Wong!".....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Actually i also dunno what to say after that...As a future VI to be, I can't probably be helping my juniors all along. If they always rely on me, how are they suppose to survive after i graduate??? It's like teachers dun want me to be the one who always do things for them. But if i don't take initiative, teachers will also blame me.. WTF?!?!?!Basically, i think there's some miscommunication between teachers and me... This was why training got screwed up by me. Apologised to teacher but she didn't want to reply....I already apologised!!!! What else do you want from me??? Consulted many people bout this thing to make myself at ease.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Overall, i think CCA is seriously like a disaster to me now...How can i carry on my days in CCA if there is so much miscommunication??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shall stop here. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-8785262445092343970?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/8785262445092343970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=8785262445092343970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/8785262445092343970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/8785262445092343970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2010/12/okays-feeling-miserable-each-day.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-2047626590632814175</id><published>2010-12-22T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T03:57:15.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); "&gt;Wow...i'm here to like update my dead dead blog....hmmmm.....what should i talk about? Okays, let's share about my VIP camp. it would be really long if i post every single thing i did during camp. So, let's just summarize everything to make it short. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Basically, i left home 1 day before the camp to stay at my friend's house as his place is nearer to the campsite. It's more convenient as i don't have to wake up so damn early to go to campsite :D Before camp, we did lots of preparation as we met up almost everyday to complete our props for Campfire's night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); "&gt;During Day 1 of camp, we stayed all the way at campsite as we had to cover up more of theory and practical session. So, in general i think day 1 is a bit too boring for me...hahahs...It's okays...let's go on to Day 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); "&gt;Day 2 was a bit more interesting. Went to Pulau Ubin to have our Rescue Mission early in the morning. Wow...i can tell you that the hike was like OMG....we had to exacuate casualty almost the whole journey back.....It's was really painful to leave casualty up to shoulder level but i endure!!  I had to preserver no matter what. "PERSEVERANCE LEADS TO SUCCESS!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); "&gt;Day 3, we went to East Coast Park to have some games. Can you imagine we walked from Campsite to ECP? Not really walk la...we jogged along our way there. I wanted to give up half-way through because i really can't take it anymore. My knee joint hurts because of the rescue mission the previous day. But once again, i endure! After that, we had our campfire! Thank god that campfire's night was a blast! CHEERS to BRAVO TEAM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); "&gt;Day 4, which was the last day of camp, we went to Tanglin Elderly Home to sing and decorate a christmas tree for all of them. Woots i enjoyed myself there as i love to interact with elderly. In another words, i love doing VOLUNTARY SERVICES!! hahahahas....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); "&gt;Actually, it's kinda sad that we it's the last day of camp...couldn't bond with my team anymore....we agreed that we should meet up some other days to catch up with each other! I'm so damnnnnn looking forward to that day! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); "&gt;LOVE MY GROUP~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); "&gt;BRAVO! BRAVE IT ALL, OWN THE *TOOT*. SA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); "&gt;Okays, shall stop here liaos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-2047626590632814175?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/2047626590632814175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=2047626590632814175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/2047626590632814175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/2047626590632814175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2010/12/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-9167722036916395134</id><published>2010-12-02T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T04:00:46.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/TPhhQlbDZLI/AAAAAAAAAYU/uXPtTrx1rz4/s1600/DSC04858.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Okays, training today is really.........no comments......i dunno what to say....For me, i find that the skit will not be success...I admit that i'm really angry with Miss Wong as meetings was the thing that made her unavailable..sshe said she had to go for another meeting and will give them moral support on Saturday's Open House...If this is so, then who's gonna look at whether the skit is good or nid improvement a not??? But nvm, after 3 hours of rehearsing their skit for the up-coming house house, it's finally 12 noon and this is when we bersurai!!! Hahahas..... okays...i was like wondering why is everyone going to canteen at that moment. So of them even asked the teachers "Issit necessary to go to the canteen?" At that point of time, i didn't find anything amiss...So i I walked down to the canteen with a mixed feeling... (Half angry, half happy...) Sometimes, i really dunno what to say about my unit....Okays, the moment i stepped into the canteen, everyone was there stand-by to celebrate for me including Miss Wong. At this point of time, i regretted for swearing because i had wronged her....She lied because she wanna help out in that little surprise...I'm really happy for that little surprise from some people and also my unit. Thanks! &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-9167722036916395134?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/9167722036916395134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=9167722036916395134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/9167722036916395134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/9167722036916395134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2010/12/okays-training-today-is-really.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/TPhhQlbDZLI/AAAAAAAAAYU/uXPtTrx1rz4/s72-c/DSC04858.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-137123101597778041</id><published>2010-11-16T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T03:57:27.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); " &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;hey little diary, i'm really feeling down now :( has to body to confide my problems to now... Previously, it used to be my caring aunt who showed concern and be my listening ears...but what happened now?!?! no one knows...onli god knows i guess??? How i wish i could help aunt relief her burden but i can't...I'm just too young to decide everything...Aunt always went out after returning from home...I don't mind if she has a boyfriend or what...but i do mind that she's neglecting me :'( My grandmother is already at her 60s +...i'm worried for her as she kept complaining that she's feeling giddy... Household chores she do, washing she do, cooking also she do... Why am i so useless??? You know what??? 5 more days to my birthday... I wish 22nd November never come....I really hope that there's people celebrate for me and probably my family will remember that 22nd November is my birthday! :(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); " &gt;Shall end here. bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-137123101597778041?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/137123101597778041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=137123101597778041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/137123101597778041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/137123101597778041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2010/11/hey-little-diary-im-really-feeling-down.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-1665490525363501510</id><published>2010-11-10T03:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T03:57:45.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); "&gt;lols...seriously, holidays are getting more and more boring each day...got myself puzzles to fixed to kill my boredom at home.... sigh...i have to clear my Standard First Aid Course before the Volunteer Instructor Programme (VIP) which is on the 10-13th of dec. Sadded ttm!!! 4D3N of camp with no close friends... hmmm....dunno what to do with my SFA leh....It seemed that i couldn't re-new my cert as it expired long ago :( and i have to re-take what i had took 3 years ago....wa, like a torturing onli... haiz....anyway, Miss wong asked me not to NUA at home and this was what i did at home in order not to rot...Zzzzz............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/TNp_zZuoY4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/HICRLqUlJYg/s1600/SNC00030.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537879212861973378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/TNp_zZuoY4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/HICRLqUlJYg/s320/SNC00030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/TNp_jHEa9RI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Rs8YppJVd4s/s1600/SNC00238.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537878908714846818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/TNp_hssTimI/AAAAAAAAAWs/eBAGamXSBLY/s320/SNC00229.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/TNp_hDs4bZI/AAAAAAAAAWk/IYWJzcfvMZI/s1600/SNC00227.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537878897711410578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/TNp_hDs4bZI/AAAAAAAAAWk/IYWJzcfvMZI/s320/SNC00227.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/TNp_gy8HydI/AAAAAAAAAWc/kH6PDcfFRuw/s1600/SNC00224.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537878893211929042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/TNp_gy8HydI/AAAAAAAAAWc/kH6PDcfFRuw/s320/SNC00224.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-1665490525363501510?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/1665490525363501510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=1665490525363501510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/1665490525363501510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/1665490525363501510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2010/11/lols_10.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/TNp_zZuoY4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/HICRLqUlJYg/s72-c/SNC00030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-65581510129401441</id><published>2010-10-22T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T06:55:41.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;GRADUATION DAY!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/TMF9ZV49DtI/AAAAAAAAAWU/cGd6jGyc56E/s1600/37153_10150102673289148_616604147_7399836_2846070_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530839319778024658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/TMF9DsUh3NI/AAAAAAAAAVE/HVCH-ZHz8AI/s320/33915_455117308163_668578163_5417445_8378276_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;hmmm....finally here comes the graduation day!! Have been awaiting for this day to come. My everyday life is definitely boring cause there's nth i can do at home. Rotting the whole day....have been considering for a long time if i should take up the VI course a not...haiz...indeed a hard decision to make...dunno what to do also....maybe i should ask for more opinion and see what others say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-65581510129401441?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/65581510129401441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=65581510129401441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/65581510129401441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/65581510129401441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2010/10/graduation-day-hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/TMF9ZV49DtI/AAAAAAAAAWU/cGd6jGyc56E/s72-c/37153_10150102673289148_616604147_7399836_2846070_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-5764326724249437990</id><published>2010-09-27T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T03:58:31.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;what can i do or rather what can i say? I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span span="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; have the potential to do anything...I felt like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-spanclass"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; a sore loser....why must it always be in between 'N' Level period? Last year was regarding to my parents. This year &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;?? Is about my aunt.... is everything arranged by the god??? I guess so....the feeling is seriously indescribable....i dunno whether should i  laugh or cry...seriously, what to do huh??? Luckily my buddy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Qianyi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; was there to help me. Thanks BUDDY &amp;lt;3&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;chionging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; for my last few papers but this particular thing seems to be distracting me from studying. Once i get stressed up, i will start to cry...and once i starts to cry i will think bout this thing...after that, i will stop studying....haiz...what to do? 6 MORE DAYS you know??? 6 MORE DAYS~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-5764326724249437990?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/5764326724249437990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=5764326724249437990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/5764326724249437990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/5764326724249437990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-can-i-do-or-rather-what-can-i-say.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-9127238373038072454</id><published>2010-09-14T04:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T04:23:57.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Finally here to update my dead blog...Zzz... Went to eat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sakae&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;FFB&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Qian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Yi&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hahahas&lt;/span&gt;...Ate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;WASABI&lt;/span&gt; and i was like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;OMFG&lt;/span&gt;!!!! so spicy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ttm&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hahas&lt;/span&gt;...really enjoyed myself :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;...what to do? Everything seemed to change a lot...My friends, family member, teachers and many more...i dun understand....really dun understand......aunt seemed to change the most. Didn't talk much to her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;liaos&lt;/span&gt;...i also dunno why...just find that she had totally changed to a person whom i dun really understands and dun communicate with anymore. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; asked her questions, she would answered with same answers....haiz...i seriously dunno what to do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt;....and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;onli&lt;/span&gt; no sooner or later, i will have no one to talk to. This  is my greatest fear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-9127238373038072454?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/9127238373038072454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=9127238373038072454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/9127238373038072454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/9127238373038072454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2010/09/finally-here-to-update-my-dead-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-1518832039980933586</id><published>2010-08-11T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T03:58:47.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;PRELIMS PREPARATION!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504075816203360546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/TGJnywGemSI/AAAAAAAAATM/XLjwKScpj_E/s320/SNC00079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504075825240517570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/TGJnzRxGq8I/AAAAAAAAATU/CeNnYqY1Ju4/s320/SNC00080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/TGJnzuEWhRI/AAAAAAAAATc/RLG66c-mDwM/s1600/SNC00117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504075832837440786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/TGJnzuEWhRI/AAAAAAAAATc/RLG66c-mDwM/s320/SNC00117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;hey hey people :D Gotten back my Prelims paper today but not all subjects. Was quite disappointed with my English...dunno why I flung like nobodies business like that... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ARGHHH&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyway, there's still room for improvement :D:D:D. Take one step at a time. Although i studied till late at night, still my effort didn't gone down to the drain :) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hahas&lt;/span&gt;.......no matter what, I believe in myself that I will be in Secondary 5 in Year 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); "&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Soooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, Let's share bout my Prelims marks :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;English: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;35/100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;Math Paper 1:  &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;51/80&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;Math Paper 2:  &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;36/60&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Physics:  &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;34/60&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;35/50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;History:&lt;/span&gt;  36/50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); "&gt;Sians...will be taking my MT paper tomorrow....like WTH??? Whole school is celebrating Founder's Day while we sit for prelim...Zzzz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-1518832039980933586?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/1518832039980933586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=1518832039980933586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/1518832039980933586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/1518832039980933586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2010/08/prelims-preparation-hey-hey-people-d.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/TGJnywGemSI/AAAAAAAAATM/XLjwKScpj_E/s72-c/SNC00079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-8854600284221950086</id><published>2010-08-06T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T03:59:12.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;                PHOTOS TAKEN AT SINGAPORE DISCOVERY CENTRE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/TF03O4v561I/AAAAAAAAATE/GcV_0irt288/s1600/39164_426645173163_668578163_4813213_2674074_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/TF03O4v561I/AAAAAAAAATE/GcV_0irt288/s320/39164_426645173163_668578163_4813213_2674074_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502615048607624018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/TFvtPPyTRdI/AAAAAAAAASo/clHgGfdwwog/s1600/39865_458540005099_615490099_6711070_331165_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502252215954523602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/TFvtPPyTRdI/AAAAAAAAASo/clHgGfdwwog/s320/39865_458540005099_615490099_6711070_331165_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/TFvtO_De6RI/AAAAAAAAASg/-pjIcZWqK5A/s1600/39865_458540020099_615490099_6711073_8088960_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502252211463186706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/TFvtO_De6RI/AAAAAAAAASg/-pjIcZWqK5A/s320/39865_458540020099_615490099_6711073_8088960_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/TFvtOl_L9MI/AAAAAAAAASY/kKMaPD68pRI/s1600/38946_458540915099_615490099_6711085_577364_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502252204734280898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/TFvtOl_L9MI/AAAAAAAAASY/kKMaPD68pRI/s320/38946_458540915099_615490099_6711085_577364_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/TFvtOciwsuI/AAAAAAAAASQ/szyrxmafy9Q/s1600/38946_458540900099_615490099_6711082_5602086_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502252202199134946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/TFvtOciwsuI/AAAAAAAAASQ/szyrxmafy9Q/s320/38946_458540900099_615490099_6711082_5602086_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Still got some of the photos which are with my friends and Miss ivy. haha...A lot of candid shot of me in miss ivy's camera which looked really unglam...haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-8854600284221950086?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/8854600284221950086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=8854600284221950086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/8854600284221950086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/8854600284221950086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2010/08/photos-taken-at-singapore-discovery.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/TF03O4v561I/AAAAAAAAATE/GcV_0irt288/s72-c/39164_426645173163_668578163_4813213_2674074_n%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-5935266782829317908</id><published>2010-08-06T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T03:58:19.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/TFvvet6rQ_I/AAAAAAAAASw/g5COAd9hs68/s1600/35809_415166528163_668578163_4519404_7482180_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502254680764007410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/TFvvet6rQ_I/AAAAAAAAASw/g5COAd9hs68/s320/35809_415166528163_668578163_4519404_7482180_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/TFvh-Vh-5qI/AAAAAAAAASI/Vl3VI-eKAVc/s1600/35809_415166528163_668578163_4519404_7482180_s.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); "&gt;HELLO PEOPLE! Qianyi here to update Jane's dead blog. (: As she ask me to do so. (:&lt;br /&gt;Went SDC today to celebrate nation day. BORING! Everything ends before 1 and we headed back to school. Continued my art and left school around 1 plus, 2. Took bus 67 to Lot one as we want to watch 'SALT' badly. Called Carin to join us. Haha....Overall, the movie was AWESOME! But i hate the ending part cause there's no meaning in it.... Headed back home straight after the movie. That all for today. *(wave)*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-5935266782829317908?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/5935266782829317908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=5935266782829317908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/5935266782829317908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/5935266782829317908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2010/08/hello-people-qianyi-here-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/TFvvet6rQ_I/AAAAAAAAASw/g5COAd9hs68/s72-c/35809_415166528163_668578163_4519404_7482180_n%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-1506698839116413011</id><published>2010-06-28T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T03:59:37.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/TFvwgGZdvlI/AAAAAAAAAS4/vZaH84eXf3I/s1600/DSC04032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502255804027092562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/TFvwgGZdvlI/AAAAAAAAAS4/vZaH84eXf3I/s320/DSC04032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span&gt;Everything started on 27th June 2010 (Sunday). Just because i broke 2 of her flower pots and she began to start the WWIII.My grandmother wanted me to clear the mess myself without any help from anyone but my aunt came to help. My aunt tried her best to help me but she was scolded by my grandmother. I felt really guilty to see my aunt get scolded by my grandmother just because of the flower pots. I could see that my aunt treated me really good, but i really can't take it anymore. I believe if anyone is in my shoe now, you will also feel the same way as me. So, I told my aunt after i cleared the mess, I will leave this house. It was obvious that my aunt wouldn't want me to leave but what can i do??? I really can't take it anymore...imagine you are scolded by your family members for no reason, how will you feel? Obviously is hurt, angry and sad right? After i lefted the house, my aunt tried to convince me over and over again not to leave. I felt sad upon seeing how hard she try her best to asked me to leave. Not only i am soft-hearted, friends around me also asked me not to leave. Especially Qianyi, i really have to thanks her for accompanying me yesterday. As well as Spancer, Shafina, Carin, JiaHui, Mr Gek and Mrs Hie. Without you guys, i believe i had made the wrong choice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Well, let me share my feeling with you all now. Everything happened since the day she came back from her trip...I don't know what thing made her to be so hot-tempered but i onli know she kept scolding everyone from morning to night time. It is obvious that she's not happy with us... but i don't know what did i do wrong....I just don't understand what did i do to deserve all this things??? On the 28th of June, I went to school as holidays had offically ended...sigh...I tried my best to make myself happy because i believe none of my friends would want to see me feeling sad. Hanging with my friends made me feel happier but after i get home, my mood started to change again. I felt sad and always wanting to leave the house and also to cry. So this is why i am here typing this comopsition out. Trying this out is to make me feel better. This idea was suggested by Shafina and i think it's useful...Imagine whenever i got home, I got no mood to study. I'm re-taking my 'N' this year and yet this type of things happen to me. I'm taking my 'N' Level English Oral in a week time and i don't think i will perform well. IF I FAIL MY ENGLISH ORAL, I WILL NEVER EVERY FORGIVE YOU!!!! BEAR THIS IN MIND... I don't mean to do all this but you are the one who forced me to do all this. Everyone asked me :"Are you okay?!?!?!?!". I had no choice but to answer :" Yes, I'm okay". Other than this, what can i answer my friends? They were so concerned of me then in the end i actually had to lie to them. By right, i'm feeling miserable from the bottom of my heart :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;(ps. to those who had read this, i'm sorry to actually hide my feeling to you guys. I just don't want you guys to try your best to make me feel happy.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;13 years ago, i was a mischevious girl who stole money at home. After my family knew that i was the thief who stole their money, I was severly punished. Mother used handle to whack me, father scolded me and wanted to refer me to the police, Aunt canned both of my hands till it's swollen. After receiving all these punishments, I had decided to turn over a new leaf. The problem is, i did changed...but none of them seems to believe that i had changed. I felt really disheartned. Why am i trying so hard to change my attitude and yet none of them accepted me????Everything that went missing, I was the one who they questioned...no other people. WHY, WHY, WHY?!?!?!?!?!?!? Just because i was once a theft??? Or everyone at home disliked me??? I was rather stupid to hide my feelings and suffered in the end. What i did was to take a pen knief to cut myself. Luckily i met Miss Wong, who helped me to stop all this. Because of her, i stopped cutting. After hearing her life experiences, i think i was really stupid to do all this things...I promised her not to cut anymore because somehow i think Miss Wong was right. CUTTING DOESN'T SOLVED ANY MATTER. So, what's the point of cutting? I used to think that although cutting couldn't solve any problems, but it made me feels happy. I did lied to her that i had quitted cutting but in fact, i haven't. Trust me, once you are addicted to cutting, it's hard to quit... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;There's another thing i don't really understand too. I used to have a family. Father, mother, and two sisters. Although i used to have a family, but it's imperfect now. Mother had been separated from us due to some reasons. My mother will never ever come back to us anymore. Why is this happening to me?????? 6 years ago, when i was sitting for my PSLE, I didn't score well due to family problems. 2 years ago, while i was having my EOY exams, i didn't performed well too. Why???? Because of family problems. What i could do is to cry secretly without anyone knowing... I didn't told anyone why was my results terrible...I just told them that i'm not a bright children who could study. At that time, I felt like giving up on my studies. I had lost everything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-1506698839116413011?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/1506698839116413011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=1506698839116413011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/1506698839116413011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/1506698839116413011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2010/06/everything-started-on-27th-june-2010.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/TFvwgGZdvlI/AAAAAAAAAS4/vZaH84eXf3I/s72-c/DSC04032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-4307959809621076775</id><published>2010-05-24T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T03:12:54.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yoyo&lt;/span&gt; people :) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MYE&lt;/span&gt; results is like shit la...Sian...but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nvm&lt;/span&gt;, i will buck up for prelim. Wanna aim for all b3 and above. I passed everything except English. Flung my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt; like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nobody&lt;/span&gt; business la...sian...nvm...I'm so damn damn damn damn angry la...1 whole week &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;kena&lt;/span&gt; shoot by teachers...sigh....Stupid school is always like this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;...this is the fact i can't change it...Had road relay today...i ran half-way was like wanna vomit twice...I was determined and didn't give up. The teachers saw me wanna vomit and ran over and asked me if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; feeling alright? I said yes, but i feel like vomiting...the teachers asked me to rest but i reply. It's okay, i wanna complete the race. Teachers find me stupid la...cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not feeling well yet i still wanna continue. This is the fighting spirit which I would like to persevere. Okay, shall stop here &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt;. Bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-4307959809621076775?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/4307959809621076775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=4307959809621076775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/4307959809621076775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/4307959809621076775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2010/05/yoyo-people-mye-results-is-like-shit-la.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-4030710718169018896</id><published>2010-05-11T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T23:47:05.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;hello people. Had my Math Paper 1 today...I dunno how to do majority of the sums lor...haiz...Can u actually believe that i do my math till i cry? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;...study till so late also useless...might as well dun study...sigh...Yeah!!!!!Tomorrow last paper &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;liao&lt;/span&gt;...after that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; gonna relax myself and get back to study mood when school re-opens. Hopefully i can score well for my art paper tomorrow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-4030710718169018896?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/4030710718169018896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=4030710718169018896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/4030710718169018896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/4030710718169018896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello-people.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-1507598184316838661</id><published>2010-05-10T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T00:09:52.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;hey hey people xD. Had both papers today. 1st paper was math paper 2. I wondering if i could pass cause i didn't revised anything thing for math and did my examination without preparing...sigh...won't be surprised if i fail. Haha...had history paper after math paper 2. Woots....so happy. Yesterday, i spent 1 whole day revising my History on chapter 3: Communist Russia and chapter 4: Nazi Germany. I could onli remember chapter 3 but not 4. Decide to memorise my chapter 4 in the morning today. I was rather worried because somehow i have a second thought. What if chapter 3 is not out? What am i gonna do???As usual, My group of friends and I went down to the canteen. While revising, we saw Mrs Gan. I asked her whether will Stalin be out in the essay? Guess what she reply???She replied: "ALL THE CHAPTERS THAT U STUDIED WILL BE OUT". I was like arghhh...i asked if Stalin will be out, she tell me all chapters will be out...Went back to class at 10.40. Once i get the question, i quickly flipped through the paper and saw Stalin and Fascist in Japan. I was like omg...STALIN IS OUT!!!!!!ARGHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!SO DAMN HAPPY OVER IT LA....haha...i shall stop here le. Goanna do my art now. Art is like so damn dead...Zzzzzzz....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-1507598184316838661?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/1507598184316838661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=1507598184316838661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/1507598184316838661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/1507598184316838661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2010/05/hey-hey-people-xd.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-1310915061910384003</id><published>2010-05-08T05:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T05:30:14.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S-VY-9Pf0GI/AAAAAAAAASA/V8DnxoenlJo/s1600/DSC02342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468875161126031458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S-VY-9Pf0GI/AAAAAAAAASA/V8DnxoenlJo/s320/DSC02342.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S-VY-iJ3reI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Gw8D4QHkgBE/s1600/DSC02341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468875153854672354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S-VY-iJ3reI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Gw8D4QHkgBE/s320/DSC02341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S-VY9vTojwI/AAAAAAAAARw/EPgciKAR-bg/s1600/DSC02331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468875140205416194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S-VY9vTojwI/AAAAAAAAARw/EPgciKAR-bg/s320/DSC02331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468875135210466754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S-VY9csvrcI/AAAAAAAAARo/QfJnCV9ci9U/s320/DSC02330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S-VYwj--YQI/AAAAAAAAARg/We85jYCbnl4/s1600/DSC02329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468874913827676418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S-VYwj--YQI/AAAAAAAAARg/We85jYCbnl4/s320/DSC02329.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S-VYvypJiBI/AAAAAAAAARY/K3zuEhycVgM/s1600/DSC02327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468874900582795282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S-VYvypJiBI/AAAAAAAAARY/K3zuEhycVgM/s320/DSC02327.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S-VYvTuFsnI/AAAAAAAAARQ/g-bxfr8321Y/s1600/DSC02326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468874892282016370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S-VYvTuFsnI/AAAAAAAAARQ/g-bxfr8321Y/s320/DSC02326.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Zzz....wanna post my pictures for a long time but i keep forgotten to do so as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; busy preparing for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MYE&lt;/span&gt;...The pictures which i wanna post is at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt; with Carin and all the pictures are taken by her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-1310915061910384003?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/1310915061910384003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=1310915061910384003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/1310915061910384003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/1310915061910384003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2010/05/zzz.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S-VY-9Pf0GI/AAAAAAAAASA/V8DnxoenlJo/s72-c/DSC02342.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-6767499157096864124</id><published>2010-05-08T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T04:58:47.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;sigh...Combined science gone case le...imagine i study from afternoon till night, and i woke up early in the morning 5+ just to study again and guess what? The moment i flipped open my paper, my was went absolutely blank....disappointed......... :( After science paper, i actually lost confident already...is like i dun think i will score for other papers anymore. Trying very hard to buck up on the rest of my paper but i dun think it works...sigh...I'm trying my best to score high marks for MYE to prove to my aunt that YES, I CAN DO IT. I actually can, but it's just that i'm being really lazy....keep procrastinating....It's already May and 'N' is like 4 months away...I got the feeling that i will not make it this year again...Ain't i hopeless???i always think that i'm beyond hope....incorrigible girl... nth can change me back to a happy-go-lucky girl anymore :( I really wanna go to the top of a mountain to shout it out loud after Mid year, Prelims and last but not least 'N' Level...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Shall stop here le. Will update soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-6767499157096864124?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/6767499157096864124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=6767499157096864124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/6767499157096864124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/6767499157096864124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2010/05/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-5300150716660064767</id><published>2010-04-30T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T00:20:40.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;sigh...had my second paper which is Mother Tongue paper. I actually screwed up both of my papers la...For paper 1, I didn't bring Dictionary due to some techinal poblem...and also, I don't really understand any of the Question for paper 1 part 2 la...Sigh...this is how i flung my paper 1. For paper 2, I was too tired to read the passage and i just fell asleep once i was woken up by 3 teachers...haha...for my comprehension part, I don't even understand any of the words :( so i think i just flung my Mother Tongue paper 2 liao...Shall stop here le. Going out to buy things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-5300150716660064767?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/5300150716660064767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=5300150716660064767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/5300150716660064767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/5300150716660064767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2010/04/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-2623538710418481497</id><published>2010-04-29T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T01:20:01.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;hihi people. Didn't post for a very very very long time le. Haha...now is MYE week. Took my english paper today. Sigh...i think i did really badly for my paper 1...I chose the question "Teenages of today cannot take hardship". The 3 points which i had given are studying, doing of house chores and attending of camps. For my situational writing, I missed out lots of point...I wanted to re-write but when i asked teacher for extra paper, she onli gave me 1 piece -.-" so i decided not to re-write. For paper 2 leh??.....I think i had no problem doing but just got the feeling that i will fail...This is the first time i had gotten such an easy paper but I'm not confident of doing my paper...haha...anyway, what's done cannot be undone. Will be taking my mother tongue paper tomorrow...Zzz....paper 1 should be no problem but for paper 2, confirm fail...whole life also fail paper 2 de. Can even get 1 digit/60 marks. Hahaa.....After exam, went to West Mall to eat with my usual friends + Blackie and Kevin Chong. Went to CCK library as it was raining cats and dogs so none of us can go home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-2623538710418481497?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/2623538710418481497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=2623538710418481497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/2623538710418481497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/2623538710418481497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2010/04/hihi-people.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-9141822361444953980</id><published>2010-04-15T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T08:03:24.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hello people. Tomorrow is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AES&lt;/span&gt; Speech Day &amp;amp; Prize Giving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ceremony&lt;/span&gt;. Will be marching for Red Cross for that 1 last time and it's also my last day in Red Cross &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt;. Can see that many people were sad upon knowing us leaving...I dunno why...I'm not even a good role model/senior but i dunno why the juniors just can't bear to see me leave. You guys wanna cry cause we, seniors are stepping down. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;...But dun worry, It's not like I'll be gone forever rite???&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;....you can still see me and talk to me in school. :) No matter what, you guys have to make Red Cross a successful 1 okay???Just give it your very best shot and never give up. ~~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jia&lt;/span&gt; you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-9141822361444953980?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/9141822361444953980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=9141822361444953980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/9141822361444953980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/9141822361444953980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello-people.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-2543447285068338101</id><published>2010-04-01T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T05:53:34.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;31st March 2010!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;School was as usual?had lesson and then CCA. Lesson was fine???haha...Let's talk bout CCA ba?Not really very happy during CCA time. Sigh...Qianyi and me skipped lunch just to look for a twine to tie the banner. But in the end, we serve punishment also. WTH?!?!?! What is this????Is like HELL la........I skipped lunch nvm...I wont pursue this matter. I just wanna no why when we take the initiative to tie the banner on, we still serve punishment????SO what if we're slow???we got no sense of urgency????does it mean that if we people does not have the sense of urgency, we can't complete our task which is given to us????the answer is a big big NO!!!!!!!!!I just find it really unfair. Our punishment is to untie the banner and tie it at other side of the railing in 3 minutes time. Do you think we can do it within such a short time?once again, the answer is NO again!!!!!We are not robot. Juniors had to practice for speech day while QY and me train were the new comers cum juniors and you want us to do a task which can't even be done in such a short time. While scolding, you make us stand for 15 minutes and talked to other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;people...Because of this, CCA end at around 7pm la...It's really very late and the Sec 4 (NA) has a math common test the next day. What's the point of releasing us late????do you think it help???I'm just very pissed off cause when i reached home i felt so tired to study....I can't even do majority of the question for my common test today la....I'm so like gonna get a scolding again...sigh. Stayed back for MT remedial to clear my Paper 2 worksheet...after that did some math question while waiting for the History people to end their remedial. Waited till 5pm+ and went home after that. I shall stop my post here le...Bye&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-2543447285068338101?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/2543447285068338101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=2543447285068338101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/2543447285068338101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/2543447285068338101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2010/04/31st-march-2010-school-was-as-usualhad.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-6829721510028356966</id><published>2010-03-26T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T02:31:18.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;hihi people, didn't post for a long time le. I'm too busy with all the things i have to handle now a days :) haha...I dun understand what's wrong with my CCA now a days too. Every time also punishment, punishment, punishment...like &lt;strong&gt;whatthefuck&lt;/strong&gt;???? nvm...the banner is down...Lol...due to some reason. I dun wish to say out why...cause it really sounds unpleasant if i say it out..i think everything changed now...even me...haha...but everyone do change. haha...I got nth to post sia...so sian.......................Zzzzzzzzz..................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;oh ya, the last thing which i wanna say is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;HAPPY SWEET 14TH BIRTHDAY TO CARIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-6829721510028356966?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/6829721510028356966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=6829721510028356966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/6829721510028356966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/6829721510028356966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2010/03/hihi-people-didnt-post-for-long-time-le.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-4745218259999818170</id><published>2010-03-17T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T01:37:59.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;piang&lt;/span&gt; eh...today's training suck like hell la!!!!!Once i reached, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;falled&lt;/span&gt;-in then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kena&lt;/span&gt; 80 pumping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;liao&lt;/span&gt;...my hand cannot take it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;...so numb...but after a while okay liao...haha....Taught the juniors some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;OA&lt;/span&gt; knots and lashing but i completely forgotten the simple knots and remember the difficult lashing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;...WEIRDO!!!!!training ends at around 12+ i also dunno what time end. Didn't really look at the time...Went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;BPP&lt;/span&gt; to eat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Qianyi&lt;/span&gt; and Jonathan. After eating, we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;kopitiam&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Qianyi&lt;/span&gt; to buy her mom's lunch. After buying, we went to take bus 975 and home sweet home!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch HI MY SWEETHEART le. Shall stop here for today :) See ya!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-4745218259999818170?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/4745218259999818170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=4745218259999818170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/4745218259999818170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/4745218259999818170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2010/03/wa-piang-eh.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-6273661761381392446</id><published>2010-03-17T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T01:30:42.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hihi&lt;/span&gt; people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; Went to celebrate Jonathan's birthday with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Qianyi&lt;/span&gt;, Kelvin, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bak&lt;/span&gt; haw, Joanna, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Yun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Cheng&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Zhang&lt;/span&gt; and Tessa. We went to Orchard Plaza &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Singapura&lt;/span&gt; to celebrate. We ate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ajisen&lt;/span&gt;  for dinner. We are supposed to have dinner first then movie. But due to some problems, we can't catch the movie at 7 so we decided to have our dinner. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;...basically we eat dinner then Joanna and we went to buy a birthday cake for Jonathan :) I bought fruit cake for him ^^. Dunno the people there got problem or what. Keep on saying and laughing about us. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Confirm&lt;/span&gt; is their mother never teach them manners...But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;nvm&lt;/span&gt;..Jonathan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;cutted&lt;/span&gt; the cake after that. After we finished eating the cake, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Qianyi&lt;/span&gt;, Jonathan, Kelvin, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Bak&lt;/span&gt; haw and me all went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Jian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Zhang's&lt;/span&gt; house to slack. We slack until around 11.30?&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Bak&lt;/span&gt; Haw, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Qianyi&lt;/span&gt; and we cabbed home cause it's already very late as we still got remedial tomorrow...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. I reached home around 11+ 12?Messaged handsome and went to bed!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-6273661761381392446?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/6273661761381392446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=6273661761381392446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/6273661761381392446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/6273661761381392446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2010/03/hihi-people-xd-went-to-celebrate.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-6428692736343240758</id><published>2010-03-12T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T17:53:00.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;woah...it's has been a long long time i ever touch my dead blog...haha...I'm here to blog bput the overall for secondary 4/5 "preparing for the futhre camp". I dunno why we eat noodle and mee for dinner at night. Cause i very fast hungry :P haha...wa...the lecturing by some speakers are boring but i think than the NP talk and School teachers talk was fun and interesting :) We got onli 5 minutes to bathe...sigh...so fast. but i still get to bathe. hahas :) What we did during camp for the full 3 days was: &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Breakfast---&gt; Lecture---&gt;Lunch---&gt; Bathe---&gt; Dinner---&gt; Lecture---&gt; Supper---&gt; Wash Up and ---&gt; SLEEP!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;although&lt;/span&gt; the lecturing part was boring, but overall is still fun :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Watch Being Human with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Qianyi&lt;/span&gt;, Jonathan, Kelvin and Tessa yesterday...The front part of the show was funny but in the end it's a bit sad and touching. After movie, we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt; and eat. Anyone headed home after dinner :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Shall stop her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt;. Bye :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-6428692736343240758?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/6428692736343240758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=6428692736343240758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/6428692736343240758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/6428692736343240758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2010/03/woah.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-1714222021404432606</id><published>2010-02-23T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T17:22:10.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;hihi people. Wow...it has been a long long time i lassttttttttttttt post my blog. I long wanted to post bout CNY but currently busy with school things so i didn't have the time to blog...okay...let's talk bout CNY first. The celebration was a bit boring unlike last year. Last year seems to be more hyper actve....Maybe is because i grew 1 year older each year so I find the concert boring ba...went out with Dhey, Carin, and Joanna to celebrate Dhey's birthday. At first many ppl going de...but in the end, onli the 4 of us. But i guess everyone had enjoyed themselves...haha...Went out to eat dinner with my family and home sweet home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;During CNY eve, Had steamboat for reunion dinner with my family haha. I ate a lot during that day. I cleared everything inside 2 steamboat pots. haha...I have to cherish my home cooked food if not i won't get the chance to eat at home after my maid leave anymore. So sian......Basically, For Day 1 &amp;amp; 3, I went visiting and collect red packets. Haha....During day 1, my legs were too tired that i wanted to sleep in the car while they go visit relatives but too bad i can't...I left house in the morning around 10.30 and returns home onli at evening time. Can you imagine if you go to lots of places from morning to evening????Is like damn damn damn tiring lor. On the second day, I stayed at home while all my relatives came to my house haha...Everyone started gambling...haha....at first i'm like losing all the way but my luck changed i the middle of the game. i started winning for all the matches. Haha...Third day, went out to visit some of my relatives and cousin :D We set off at 12 i think? Can't really remember haha...I had a family outing at Jurong Point haha...We went to watch the movie "72 tenants of prosperity". The movie is like damn funny lor. You guys should also watch it...After movie and dinner, it;s around 9? Took 172 home from Jurong Point. Reached home, packed my bag, remove my nail polish, washed up and went off to bed. That's all bout my CNY. HAHA.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-1714222021404432606?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/1714222021404432606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=1714222021404432606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/1714222021404432606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/1714222021404432606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2010/02/hihi-people.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-1372322599696311408</id><published>2010-02-10T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T09:05:00.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Hi everyone. I'm currently blogging and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;plurking&lt;/span&gt; in school again. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;......I'm bored now...got nth to do.....so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sian&lt;/span&gt;.....had my mass exercise in the morning before school starts. Imagine like every week you have a 3.2km run and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;CCA&lt;/span&gt; will you be tired???obviously you will and it's human nature. Everybody will feel tired.......sigh......i'm like meeting my mother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ltr&lt;/span&gt; after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;CCA&lt;/span&gt;???confirm still got tons of homework given to us as holiday assignments. Chinese New year around the corner. I'm like so damn happy cause can get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bao&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;..........sorry i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; too money-faced &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;. I believed everyone loves money rite? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.......after i get my New Year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;bao&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; so like gonna buy new shoes and some other stuff for myself to motivate myself to study even harder ^^. I'm really tired and feels like sleeping. *Yawn*... I'm a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;procasinating&lt;/span&gt; person &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;........always wanna my homework or do some other days. In the end, I dun even have the mood to do it....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Arghhhh&lt;/span&gt;..............................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Wow!!!!after school, got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;CCA&lt;/span&gt;...........so so so so damn tired...................Zzz...........how i wish i can just lie on a comfortable bed &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;ow ^^ but i know i can't cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; in SCHOOL now. Not at HOME...hahaha...okay...i think i shall stop here. Bye~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-1372322599696311408?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/1372322599696311408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=1372322599696311408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/1372322599696311408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/1372322599696311408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2010/02/hi-everyone_10.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-6990013841754521485</id><published>2010-02-10T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T04:07:21.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hi everyone. I'm currently blogging and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;plurking&lt;/span&gt; in school again. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;......I'm bored now...got nth to do.....so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sian&lt;/span&gt;.....had my mass exercise in the morning before school starts. Imagine like every week you have a 3.2km run and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;CCA&lt;/span&gt; will you be tired???obviously you will and it's human nature. Everybody will feel tired.......sigh......i'm like meeting my mother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ltr&lt;/span&gt; after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;CCA&lt;/span&gt;???confirm still got tons of homework given to us as holiday assignments. Chinese New year around the corner. I'm like so damn happy cause can get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bao&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;..........sorry i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; too money-faced &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;. I believed everyone loves money rite? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.......after i get my New Year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;bao&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; so like gonna buy new shoes and some other stuff for myself to motivate myself to study even harder ^^. I'm really tired and feels like sleeping. *Yawn*... I'm a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;procrastinating&lt;/span&gt; person &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;........always wanna my homework or do some other days. In the end, I dun even have the mood to do it....Arghhhh..............................................Wow!!!!after school, got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;CCA&lt;/span&gt;...........so so so so damn tired...................Zzz...........how i wish i can just lie on a comfortable bed now ^^ but i know i can't cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; in SCHOOL now. Not at HOME...hahaha...okay...i think i shall stop here. Bye~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-6990013841754521485?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/6990013841754521485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=6990013841754521485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/6990013841754521485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/6990013841754521485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2010/02/hi-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-889628006030845732</id><published>2010-02-06T03:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T03:06:32.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S21NLK5uKCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Q0_4Qi93AFc/s1600-h/DSC01083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435085179606411298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S21NLK5uKCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Q0_4Qi93AFc/s320/DSC01083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hihi people!!!!!went to look for my headphone today. I was like having a hard time looking for it lor..........I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;can't make up my mind which 1 want. So in the end, i decided to go back to popular and buy. I sort of regretted cause it doesn't seems to suit me...haiz...just sian onli lor.....it cost me $21.90...my i will ask my dad to pay me. haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-889628006030845732?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/889628006030845732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=889628006030845732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/889628006030845732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/889628006030845732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2010/02/hihi-peoplewent-to-look-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S21NLK5uKCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Q0_4Qi93AFc/s72-c/DSC01083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-877921603787862046</id><published>2010-02-04T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T23:01:37.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hihi&lt;/span&gt; people!!!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; currently blogging in school now! I'm waiting for the rain to stop...I wanna go home :(....sigh........Have to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bangkit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ltr&lt;/span&gt;.. I have to help my grandmother buy her powder milk...School was boring today...first lesson was math, we had test. The test was hard like fuck la...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nvm&lt;/span&gt;... Second lesson was SS. Went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;DIC&lt;/span&gt; room. Standing under the hot sun cause Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;gek&lt;/span&gt; is not there. So, we went to the library &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;...cooling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;worzss&lt;/span&gt; :) After SS was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt;. Free period cause Miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Phye&lt;/span&gt; went for course. After &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt; was recess, followed by Mother tongue. Had another test again!!!!HATE IT MAN!!!!!the last lesson of the day was history. I didn't do much thing but slack &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;...That's the end for today...See you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-877921603787862046?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/877921603787862046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=877921603787862046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/877921603787862046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/877921603787862046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2010/02/hihi-people-im-currently-blogging-in.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-3214224349045976366</id><published>2010-02-02T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T04:30:45.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S2jHeY391OI/AAAAAAAAAQw/fElkUYFOziA/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433812275309696226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 85px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S2jHeY391OI/AAAAAAAAAQw/fElkUYFOziA/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HEHE&lt;/span&gt;! PEOPLE! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Qianyi&lt;/span&gt; is here to help Jane update her blog again. I very good right help her update.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;. Actually no la,is i too bored already then just come and help her update what she doing now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;She currently in "LOVES" with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;plurk&lt;/span&gt;. People who have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;plurk&lt;/span&gt; please add her,to help to push up her karma.Okay. I think i should go now. Later i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;write&lt;/span&gt; rubbish here and she confirm will KILL me. WA!!!! SCARY! Bye :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-3214224349045976366?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/3214224349045976366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=3214224349045976366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/3214224349045976366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/3214224349045976366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2010/02/hehe-people-qianyi-is-here-to-help-jane.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S2jHeY391OI/AAAAAAAAAQw/fElkUYFOziA/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-3591541758777646020</id><published>2010-01-29T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T06:01:15.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;hihi people...Finally i have the time to post my dead blog according to what QIANYI had said...haha...oh ya yesterday i stayed in school from 7am to 10pm...haha...got parent's seminal dialogue...yesterday school was as usual...after school, saw Miss Pek...she talked to me bout my hair...but nth much bout my hair...dunno why talk talk talk also will think until CCA...She said that i had leadership in CCA but i dun think so...CCA is like a disaster to me now...Just wanna give up. It's useless anyway. Unless I score a grade A1-A2 then it will be useful. But i no i can't. I can take last year as an example...I was so damn damn damn committed but in the end, i onli scored a B4...what's the point???some more i got no more power in CCA anymore. Even a junior can pump me...jokes......Talk to miss pek bout CCA, I started crying...very confused. My aunt wants me to give up on my CCA...but i no if i give up, the TIC will be angry or smth...so i told her that Iwanna spite my TIC so that she could suspend me....but she said smth. Everying training i tried to be happy, not to show black face but i can't I really tried my very best to control....haiz......this also cannot, that also cannot...then what to do you tell me????Can i just jump off the building??????I no i can't la.....haha....yesterday see Qian yi so sad....I cried in the afternoon, Qianyi cried in the evening and Joanna cried at night....I tried my very best to make myself and her happy by doing some self-entertaining thingy...but i dun think it works...Blame me for being so stupid...can't even think of anything to make my friend happy when she's so sad....sigh........Even someone dares to show attitude to us. I was like WTF la?!?!?!?!?!?!!!!If you were in my class you can look at the wall which Qianyi and me sat. Will update more on Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nvm...let's talk bout the parent's seminal...when the parents started to ask questions, it was like a debating session...You won't no unless you were there....haha......i think i shall stop here le...Bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-3591541758777646020?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/3591541758777646020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=3591541758777646020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/3591541758777646020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/3591541758777646020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2010/01/hihi-people.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-6646504515556614199</id><published>2010-01-26T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T20:38:53.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HELLO! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PEOPLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;QIANYI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; HERE TO HELP JANE UPDATE HER DEAD BLOG&lt;/span&gt; :D &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HEHE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!! Well, she currently doing some stupid stuff.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Drawing heart --" Still small kid. Laugh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHE WANT TO WISH TESSA AND PAN &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LIANG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; WILL OR &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;TRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; TO LAST LONG! :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, she got a lot of thing want to post is just that she have no time.So ya.Wait till she is free then she will update her DEAD blog.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! I'm so mean man! BUT I LIKE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;She think that you have change a lot.The attitude that you give us is difference from last last year.What are you thinking man! You think we don't know you are trying to show us your attitude? PLEASE MAKE THIS CLEAR, WE KNOW IT AND WE DON'T GIVE A FUCKING DAMN! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Continue to show it.Wait till one day, i blow everything out, YOU ARE DEAD! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Okay.Stop here. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;byebye&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JANE LOVE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;QIANYI&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt; VERY MUCH OKAY!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-6646504515556614199?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/6646504515556614199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=6646504515556614199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/6646504515556614199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/6646504515556614199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-peopl-qianyi-here-to-help-jane.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-6349889208567219103</id><published>2010-01-16T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T22:44:39.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Year 2010! My resolutions to achieve for this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Pass my 'N' level.&lt;br /&gt;2)Hope everything will turn out to be fine.&lt;br /&gt;3)To have a great year ahead!&lt;br /&gt;4)Stay happy. =)&lt;br /&gt;5)think positively.&lt;br /&gt;6)to celebrate my 17th birthday with family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;7)Study hard.&lt;br /&gt;8)Joke more often.&lt;br /&gt;9)Help people in everything i can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;10)Hope everyone in my family can enjoy during new year day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;11)Hope that my mom will be back to eat reunion dinner with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think that's about it le. Haha...Shall end my post here!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;bye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-6349889208567219103?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/6349889208567219103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=6349889208567219103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/6349889208567219103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/6349889208567219103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2010/01/year-2010-my-resolutions-to-achieve-for.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-5133431595023299311</id><published>2010-01-12T23:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T23:54:58.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;wow...I hasn't been posting for a long period due to the amount of school work i received.... and, my blog is like going to be dead soon...Let's talk bout my new class. Quite quiet...haha...Unlike my last class...Last year damn noisy haha...maybe is because i still haven't talk to most of my new classmates yet ba...that's why so silent. Will try to talk more to them so that there bonding between each and everyone of us. In another 1 more hour, i have to go to school cause there's a dance night performance tonight :) I have to bathe now. Shall post more if i'm free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-5133431595023299311?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/5133431595023299311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=5133431595023299311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/5133431595023299311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/5133431595023299311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2010/01/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-3261719689059216088</id><published>2010-01-01T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T22:43:41.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR TO EVERYONE~~~~In a blink of an eye, 2009 ends and here comes 2010. Another round of 'N' level...I no that i can do it. It''s just that i gave up on my art!!!!!!!!!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ARGHHHH&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!Make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; look down on me...sigh........But i no those around me won't look down on me. Like my buddies, teachers and family members. I just wanna show some gratitude to some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; for making my life so wonderful and memorable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Firstly, I would like to thank my family for giving me such a warm circumference especially my aunt. Thank you. You're the greatest among everyone. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; having problem/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;difficulties&lt;/span&gt;, you'll be there to comfort to calm me down. I really appreciate it a lot. I was always a weak person and you're the one who always asked me to be strong. To fight all the battles down when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; facing it. You always gave me the right directions which I never regret to heed. I still remember there was a night when I left school moody around 8+ after my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;NSP&lt;/span&gt;, I went to look for you. I was crying silently until you walked towards me and asked what had happened to me. I told you that I dunno what happen to my friendship among my friend and you gave advised of what to do. But everything need time to heal. After a few days/weeks/months all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; problem will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;solved&lt;/span&gt;. Although you're not my mother, I will still promise to be filial to you. For &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; coming birthday, I will buy a branded wallet. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Shhhh&lt;/span&gt;....it's a secret k????Although my mother is not here with me, I'll still look for her some other days when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Secondly, I would like to thank my buddies like; Joanna, Jonathan, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Qian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;yi&lt;/span&gt;, Tessa, Kelvin, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Bak&lt;/span&gt; Haw, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Yi&lt;/span&gt; Wei and more. Thank you for being by my side when I needed you guys to be. You guys are always the greatest friend to me. I will never never never forget you guys after we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;graduate&lt;/span&gt;.. Although i failed my 'N's, you guys didn't look down on me. You guys cheer me up no matter what. This year we'll have to study doubly hard for our 'N's...So, we shall all study together, play together, eat together, laugh together, joke together and more :). I'm looking forward to study with you guys because you and I always study the different things and we can't study together. And this year is the time which i can study together with you guys. We shall help each other whenever there is a need to. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Qian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Yi&lt;/span&gt; must help me in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;hor&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Thirdly, I would like to thank Benjamin, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Qun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Jie&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Jia&lt;/span&gt; Hui, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Sherilyn&lt;/span&gt;, Natalie, Sarah, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Jacksen&lt;/span&gt;, Nara and the rest of my 4/4 classmates for joking, shouting over the class, loitering, studying, playing, take pictures. You guys will always remain in my heart. I won't forget what we did in class and outside of school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Last but not least, I would like to thank the teachers who taught me in school. Teachers are great too!!!They always never fail to encourage us, comfort us, console us when we are thinking negatively. They also taught me a lot of things which I didn't learn before. They help us to gain knowledge too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I think i shall end my post here &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt;. GOOD BYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-3261719689059216088?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/3261719689059216088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=3261719689059216088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/3261719689059216088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/3261719689059216088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-to-everyonein-blink-of.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-4604478880120189562</id><published>2009-12-27T04:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T04:43:48.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;hihi...it has been a long time that i didn't post le. recently, days gets worser and worser???I dunno? Haiz...my 'N' level makes every disappointed. Everyone gave me hope but i let them down. I was blaming myself for giving up on my art. If i didn't give up, i had already pass with flying colours. Haiz...It's very hard for me to let go everything now. I nid time to accept the facts. on results day, I really feel like taking a knife and stab myself because i really really really can't forgive myself...I dun even no whether should I retain or not retain...But after receiving encouragments and comforting by those people around me, I decided to give it another try next year because I believed that I can do it. Sigh...my mother is not going to come back anymore. I really hope that things will change back to normal and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;MIRACLE WILL HAPPEN ONE DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Actually if my mother were separated with my father, i think it's better cause if they 2 met up together, they wil end up fighting and quarrelling. So, i would rather they not be together. It benefits the both of them. Although my mother is not around me, i will still look for her someday. I think she had suffered a lot and now she can't even meet up with 3 of her daughters...haiz...I really dun understand why i have this type of family...at least let me have a proper family. I dun mind if both of them are pauper. I just want my family to reunite one day. Went to eat steamboat with my aunt, cousin, mother and 2 sisters last week. We went to sembawang, fatfish steamboat to have our dinner. The meal was great hahas...we ate for like 2 hours???and i think i ate he most down there :). We left the place at 9+? My mother alighted at marsiling and we alighted at lot 1. My aunt, 2 sisters and me went to lot 1 NTUC to buy tibits. hahas...After buying, we took bus 300 and headed home. reached home around 10+, watched tv, wash up and went to my lala land :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-4604478880120189562?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/4604478880120189562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=4604478880120189562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/4604478880120189562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/4604478880120189562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2009/12/hihi.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-3343879213119610271</id><published>2009-12-01T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T06:45:21.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;...I dunno who to talk to now. Really very sad but i didn't express out. If i express out, i can guarantee i will cry. Having some family problems and i do think that they both are in a wrong. But i dunno when can i see my mother. Didn't really see her for a long time and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;issues&lt;/span&gt; happened. Just now when she called, she was crying. I knew that she was crying and when i listened to what she said, i started crying too...She asked me to take care of myself and all...It is really unbearable that she dun wanna come back. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;...what can i do?????????I crying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;while&lt;/span&gt; writing this post. I'm really very sad. I want someone to talk to!!!!!!Although sometime I really hate her, angry with her but I still wondering how is she doing right now. She doesn't have a phone with her right now and it is really difficult to communicate with her. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;...how i wish things wouldn't happen so fast. Dun really have the mood to post now. Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-3343879213119610271?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/3343879213119610271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=3343879213119610271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/3343879213119610271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/3343879213119610271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2009/12/haiz.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-3942666976500322972</id><published>2009-12-01T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T06:31:12.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hihi ppl. I wanna thanks Jonathan, Joanna and Qian Yi for celebrating my belated birthday with me at Bugis. We had steamboat and the price there is really worth. I juts hate the drinks because the taste is like detergent...I think everyone has their own opinion ba...We eat a lot sia. I ate a lot down there. I ate a plate of rice and the dishes which i picked. Actually i was not full after the first round so we went to take the second round. HAHA...we really ate a lot lor. If i do have a chance i will guarantee go eat again. HAHA...After finish eating, we went to the toilet. At first Jonathan and I dunno how to open the door then Qian Yi and Joanna laugh like mad!!!They laugh like as if they never laugh before. haha...After that Qian Yi, Jonathan and I went to orchard while Joanna went home. We left Orchard at 9+ and took MRT to cck interchange and bus back home. I reached home around 10+. That's it for today le. HAHA...see you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-3942666976500322972?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/3942666976500322972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=3942666976500322972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/3942666976500322972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/3942666976500322972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2009/12/hihi-ppl.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-1514929444221421680</id><published>2009-11-25T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T18:53:37.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hihi&lt;/span&gt; went to school on 23rd, 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LTC&lt;/span&gt; day camp) for helping Miss Wong out on First Aid duty. The first day was quite okay cause not much casualties. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Iylia&lt;/span&gt; was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;IC&lt;/span&gt; for the day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. The lunch was like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;!!!!Not really nice...haha....after lunch, Mus and me went to petrol and I went to talk to Miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Pek&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;...After the campus finish playing their games they went to shower before having dinner. To me the dinner was okay and i finished the whole pack of rice. After we finish eating, we called Miss Wong to check where she is. When we were about to leave the school, Miss Wong called. She told me to return the key to Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kau&lt;/span&gt; before we leave the school. While walking, all the teachers came out of the canteen and 1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;malay&lt;/span&gt; teacher took the key from us. After that, Mus, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Iylia&lt;/span&gt; and me went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Bukit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Panjang&lt;/span&gt; Plaza &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt; to eat. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;....After we finish, I went to Aries to buy my hairband and we headed home after that. The next day, we meet each other at 7.30am outside school bus stop. Went to school and take the key from Miss Wong to open the first aid room. Today, the campus going for amazing race and we don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;nid&lt;/span&gt; to go so what we did was playing monopoly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;...The campus left after their lunch. So, after they lunch, we started playing monopoly inside the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;frst&lt;/span&gt; aid room. We played for like 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; and we stop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;liao&lt;/span&gt; cause we wanna eat lunch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;...Mus and we went to look for Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Kau&lt;/span&gt; because no more lunch left for us. We took Miss Wong's instant noodles and a tin of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Piedy&lt;/span&gt; Pineapple biscuit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;....After lunch, Mus and me went to borrow Basketball from Miss Soon and we started playing. There is 1 casualty sleeping inside the first aid room. Soon, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Iylia&lt;/span&gt; fell asleep too!!!Mus and we went to play basketball after that. The weather was hot and humid so we stopped playing and went back to the first aid room to cool ourselves down. Miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Pek&lt;/span&gt; called me and asked me to go to library to do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;smth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;...I went after my lunch and I entertained her inside the library :) A few minutes later, She called Miss Wong to ask &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;smth&lt;/span&gt; and I can hear her voice without listening to the phone!!!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.....At 4.45pm, we helped Miss Yew do some cocktail thing for the Leader's Night at night. We do till 5.30, 6pm? And this is when the campus came back from their amazing race. Mus. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Iylia&lt;/span&gt; and me stayed to watch the leader's night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. The whole thing end at 10pm+. Miss Wong returned me my money and she gave me another 10 bucks to take cab home. I said i dun want to take her money and i go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;liao&lt;/span&gt;. Guess what she reply? You dare walk out, u knock it down. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;...like this also want pump -.-". A lot teacher wanna walk me out of school &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;sia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;...but in the end is Miss Wong walk me out. She asked me to give her a call once I reach home. Actually I almost forgotten to call her cause i was really very sleepy. So, after i bathe, eat then call her. The third day. As usual meet Mus and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Iylia&lt;/span&gt; at 7.30am outside school bus stop. Both my hands were aching and also my neck. I can't turn to the left and down but can turn to the right and up. Once we entered &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; school, the campus were doing Buddha clap. They did 1000 claps!!!! After that, we went for breakfast. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;...we ate 3 packets of bread if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not wrong. We got nth to do cause the campus having training so what we did was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;walk&lt;/span&gt; in and out of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;AVT&lt;/span&gt;. AT around 12pm, they had their debrief inside the hall and they had to write appreciation notes to 2 special person. I wrote it to Miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Pek&lt;/span&gt; and Miss Wong &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;...After we give it to the 2 special person, Miss Wong asked whether we wanna eat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Sakae&lt;/span&gt; Sushi today not. But i rejected because I having Muscle ache all over. So we postpone to other day. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;......&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;After&lt;/span&gt; that, we went to clear the first aid room. After clearing, Mus and me went to buy plastic bags to play water bombs with Sock &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;wei&lt;/span&gt;, Mus, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Iylia&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;carin&lt;/span&gt;. After playing, we all headed home. I shall stop my post here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-1514929444221421680?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/1514929444221421680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=1514929444221421680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/1514929444221421680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/1514929444221421680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2009/11/hihi-went-to-school-on-23rd-24th-and.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-3626294352506842048</id><published>2009-11-21T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T20:38:12.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;woke up early in the morning, shower, tie my hair and headed off to school. I'm supposed to report to school at 7am but due to the 4 days 3 nights camp, I'm really really tired. But, i still made my effort to go for flag day!!!Met Qian Yi at lot 1 interchange then we board bus 67 to school. Reached school signed out for the tin went to look for the NPCC people because it's AES open house today! Jonathan, Qian Yi and I decided to go to Jurong East interchange for flag day. When we reached, there was no 1 doing flag day. Like we owned the whole interchange. HAHA....Qian Yi and Ryan stand at the escalator which is going up while Jonathan and I stand at the escalator which is going down. Business was really good! Jonathan and I was like chit chatting and ppl donated for us. There was a lady coming down from the escalator and I asked Jonathan this. You think she will donate to who huh???She preparing the coins liao...haha....guess who the person approached???The lady donated to my tin. HAHA!!!!Then i told jonathan because she see my pretty ma. Then Jonathan was like Eeeeeee........smth like that!!!during half way of the collection, Miss Wong called me but i didn't knew so i received a missed call from her. After that she called ryan. After i saw the missed call from Miss Wong, I called her back to ask why is she looking for me. Miss Wong said that she nid Qian Yi and me back school urgently due to the man power for the open house in school. My tin was like half full so i can stop already but not Jonathan. Qian yi and me help jonathan to fill his tin till half full then we headed back to school. This time round, I received another missed call from Miss Wong. She asked me whether we took the train or bus already ma?I told her we haven't so she called us to take a cab back because the parents are coming soon. After we reached school we signed in for the tin and went to check it out on my CCA. I was the one who planned for the open house skit so i had to re-planned it. Hopefully, everything went well. After open house, my unit members help to celebrate my birthday together with NPCC. I'm really grateful to Kelvin as he called his unit to sing a birthday song for me. Got 1 Japanese girl came out of a sudden. Everyone were shocked by her, Especially me...she wanna say happy birthday to me and shacked hands with me...... After we finished cutting and eating cake, Mus, Iylia, Jonathan Sir and me stayed back till 5+ to help Miss Wong out with the First aid kit, pack and bag for LTC. After we settled everything, I headed to Sunshine place to look for my family. When i reached Sunshine place, I cried out of a sudden. I dunno why but I just walked off and started crying. Once i reached home I ate my chicken rice, bathe and went to bed. I shall stop here le.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-3626294352506842048?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/3626294352506842048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=3626294352506842048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/3626294352506842048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/3626294352506842048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2009/11/woke-up-early-in-morning-shower-tie-my.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-5435892657739678135</id><published>2009-11-21T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T06:34:17.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 DAYS 3 NIGHTS COMBINED CAMP!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hey ppl! I'm back from my 4 days 3 nights camp! The caqmp was really fun, and relaxing???We attended this camp like as if we went to chalet like this. HAHA......Dun worry, I will type out the activites I did but it will be a very very long post. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;On the first night which is (17th Nov), I went to school for graduation ceremony first and after the ceremony, i went back home to take my camping to go for combined camp. Red Cross comdining with NPCC and NCC. But, we onli combine with NPCC and NCC the next day. Taught juniors how to do some Outdoor Activites(OA) stuff and accred them too. Everyone passed except for wee hong if i'm not wrong. After the accreditation, everyone went into the bunk to gossip and talk bout rumors. Even Miss Wong also joined in our fun. She's Young At Heart okay???? haha... At around 6pm+, we were supposed to have our dinner but the dinner still haven't arrive yet. So, Miss Wong asked us to sit in a circle and she talked to us. We talk talk talk till 7+ to wait for Miss Yew to pack dinner for us and this is when our dinner arrived.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;After dinner, I think we let the juniors bathe first because we planners have to let junior bathe first. After they finished bathing, we went to meet Miss Wong. She asked why didn't we bathe and we told her we will bathe after everything ends. Then Miss Wong always want planners to bathe early but we dun want because if we bathe late, we will get sick the next day. She emphasis us not to get sick tomorrow if not she will sent us home if we feel unwell. I said we won't de cause all planners so strong where will get sick???Miss Wong don't allow us to bathe late liao if not the IC will get pump. LOL...After that, we went to the study area to do some planning for some round robin evacuation on the 18th Nov. Miss Wong gave us her so called "FAT'S BOX" and we actually empty the whole box of her candies and some other stuff...I did the plannig and we decided to do improvised stretcher by using spars ans bandages. Actually we were short od bandages and Miss Wong asked Ryan to buy tomorrow. HAHA..While we plan, we had our supper too!!!AFter everything end, we had our debrief and lights off. We ended everything around 10+ and we let the juniors sleep while planners went to shower. After showing, Planners went to the Juniors bunk to check if they are asleep. When we check the guys bunk, Iylia and I saw smth which we shouldn't see. I think i shall not say what's the thing huh?cause the other party might not like it. After inspecting, we went back to our bunk to sleep. Planners slept around 11+???and woke up around 5am in the morning to so smth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Second night (18th Nov), I woke up at 5am to wash up and then do our own things. We went to the Red Cross room to get the Red Cross flag for flag raising. We nid the Singapore flag and the AES flag too so we went to look for Miss Wong in the staff room. After flag raising, we had our physical training (PT). We did some stretching and then went for a 2.4km run. The running was not very fun because we are more like walknig during the 2.4km run. haha...after we finished our 2.4km run, we went to canteen for our breakfast. Thebreakfast is the nicest meal amoung all of the meals...haha...After breakfast, we went to the cupola for OTOT(Own Time Own Target) to plan for the round robin evacuation for afternoon. Before we even went to the cupola, i went to looked for Miss Wong to tell her the planning for round robin ltr. First time i planned till so detail haha but the main problem is we were short of bandages. So, I planned on how to separate the squad equally. After rounds of changes made and rearrange the groupings, I finally did it. haha...The first group onli have 8 ppl while the second group has 9 ppl. The frst 8 ppl will do the round robin evacuation while the second group will go for archery first. AFter we finished planning, we went to the canteen to have our lunch. We have 4 tubs of ice creams cause Miss Wong siad that Miss Tiu gave us 3 tubs and Chee Leng bought 1 tubs. HAHA...After lunch the UG had their briefing with Mr Johnson before the round robin start. After befrief, the second group went for archey and i'm un the second group haha...Archery was quite fun but also sometimes bored!!!After one an a half hours, we went to take over for the round robin. For the round robin, we taught NPCC and NCC evacuation, After they finish learning, we hid some of their friends and let they NPCC cadets to evacuate them. AFter the round robin end which us around 5+ Miss Wong brief us bout the Cadet-Link event. I'm the facilitator for Captain's Ball game haha...we finished our briefing at around 6+?We went to wash up for our night trail at 7pm ltr. After washing up, we had our dinner at the canteen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;After dinner, NPCC, NCC and Red Cross members went to the detention area for some Night Trail briefing. Mr Johnson was briefing us bout the night trail thingy and he asked who doesn't have a pen. I raised up my hand because i got no idea where the hell did my pen went to!!!Arghhhh........so Mr Johnson threw a box of markers to Qian Yi. Guess what???The box of markers hit Qian Yi's head by accident and her head hurts a lot!!! HAHA...when we received the worksheets, Mr Johnson went through it with us. Before setting out, Red Cross unit did a head count. When we were inside the bus, Miss Wong brief us another time and asked us to read through the worksheets and fill up the blanks at the same time. While reading, I realised that the whole walk was 9km long. WTH????that's really a long journey. When we reached Habbour Front, NCC walk first, NPCC second and Red Cross walk last. I time how long we walk when wwe start the walk. I think i shall not post the journey part. Okay...the whole journey took 142 mins to complete. The whole walk was like 2 hours and 22 mins???haha...I slept inside the bus till we reached school. Reached school around 10+? I was really really tired at that moment. We reached school change to pe attire and slippers before having supper. After supper we had our debrief and went to shower. The water was really really really cold lor...I was like shivering inside the cubical. ter showering, we went to our bunk to sleep. Iylia and me knew that there was a fire drill at 3.10am which was conducted by NPCC planners so we set alarm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Third day (19th Nov) I woke up at 3.10am because i heard the whistle of the fire drills. Iylia and me woke and went outside to see. We thought Red Cross were not involved so we went back to sleep. Who knows Miss Wong and Miss Chye came to our bunk to wake us up. Somebody told her that we were not involved but i couldn't remember who said that. During the fire drills, Miss Wong told us that the NPCC are going for a Night Walk so we give a sian face. But, Miss Wong said that we are not going because we started camp 1 day early than them so she allow us to go back to sleep. The moment we wanna sleep, we heard a lot of noises outside the classroom...WTH...they disturb us form our sleep...but nvm. I woke up at 6am this time round. Went to the toilet to wash up and get ready for breakfast. The activites for today is, dragon boating, paintball, beach cleaning and BBQ at east coast park. After breakfast, we had to report strength and everything at the detention area. I couldn't join for the dragon boating because i'm having my holiday. Sigh...the onli thing i could do is to see the ppl play.Bernice, Iylia, Qian Yi and Joanna also never play. haha...Darren from NPCC also never play. We played truth or dare to kill time. HAHA...after some rounds we find it boring so we went to look at our school people dragon boating. Joanna, Bernice, Iylia and me was like making fun of Qian yi and darren haha. But play play onli...While waiting for them to finish dragon boating, our lunch arrived. We went to help Miss Wong take the food as she injured her shoulder. After 2 hours of boating, they went up and wash up for lunch. While waiting for my unit to all gather to have lunch, Joanna tripped and fell...How careless of her. haha... so Iylia, Qian Yi and me went to attemped to her. After helping her clean her wounds, I went to have my lunch with my juniors :) After lunch, my unit gathered before boarding the bus to the horse city for paintball!!!This time round, Miss Wong is not with us so Miss Chye followed us. 10 minutes after we board the bus, Miss Wong came up. She talked to us bout some issues and make us understand smth. After we reached horse city, we had to be sitted according who playing and who not playing. The game onli allowed 14 year old and above to play. All the sec 1s can't play haha. I didn't played too due to my shoulder. It's hurts!!! When the rest of the people walked into the game station, and Miss Wong went to the toilet, it starts to rain and everyone came back in. HAHA....1 minute later, it starts to rain cats and dogs!!!!!!!!!!Miss Wong was stucked at the mall toilet. George, Mus, Me, Qian yi, Iylia and Mr Johnson were like talking crap??????I asked Mr Johnson to fectch Miss Wong up from the mall but he doesn't want to. He's EVIL!!!!!!We laughed a lot thanks to wee hong. He made us laugh till stomach ache haha. Soon, the ground filled with rocks were flooded. Iylia, Qian Yi, and me went to took off our shoes and walked bare footed. The rain water was damn cold but i loved it. HAHA.........We waited from 1+ to 2+ but the rain still hasn't stop so Mr Johnson called for the bus driver to fetch us up earlier to east coast for beach cleaning. While waiting for the bus, we saw 1 adult guy fell down at a big drain because the water level is very high. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;When the bus arrived, Miss Wong also came back from the mall. She couldn't find the small white wooden plank which was connected from 1 end to another of the drain because the water level has reached her knee level!!!so what Miss Wong did was she walked all the back to the mall to wait for Mr Johnson to fetch her up. If i'm not wrong, Mr Toh followed us board the bus to east coast park because Miss Wong was not with us. My unit ppl damn funny sia. I asked them whether they have tissue paper? Their respond was :"Dun Have!!!!". Then i shouted who got tissue???They replied Dun Have!!!So i asked again. Each time i asked their reply was getting louder and louder. Luckily Miss Wong was not with us because we were really noisy inside the bus. I was wondering how the driver stand us haha. I slept inside the bus sia haha. When we reached East Coast Park, we went to MacDonald's toilet. AFter that we gathered outside the Mac for further instruction. Mr Ong said that if the rain don't stop at 5pm, we will have to go back to school for bbq session. While waiting to 5pm, Mus, George, Carin, Syamsiah and me went for a walk under the rain haha. We at there joke joke laugh laugh then went back to look for our members. Qian Yi called me to ask if i wanna come up to the pool table haha. I agreed and went to look for her together with Mus and George. After we got bored, we went down to play Truth or dare with other Red Cross and NPCC ppl. While playing, the food was here. Everyone gathered and we walked to the pits according to our Unit. First was Red Cross, followed by NCC and NPCC. We 3 units challenged each other see who's fire can start first. Guess what?Red Cross unit actually started up the fire first without using a lighter. Other units assumed that we used a lighter but we didn't. We used match stickes. After we settled down the fire, we start bbqing. We bbq for 3 hours till 9pm???After that, we packed up and headed back to school. During the ride back to school. we were DAMN DAMN DAMN HIGH!!!!!!!!!!!!especially Iylia, Qian Yi and me. Carin, me, Miss Wong, Iylia and Qian Yi sat at the back row and we were damn high and noisy. We were all acting like as if we had short tounges. Even Miss Wong said that we were too high. HAHA....but it was fun. We reached school around 10+???we had our supper, shower and debrief plus reflection. What we did during reflections were to write appreciation notes to each and everyone of out unit members and say thank you to the person including Miss Wong and Mrs Tan. Because we are&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;ONE FOR ALL AND ALL FOR ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;we finished our debrief and reflections at 12am? After this lylia, Qian Yi and me went to the Uniform group room to chit chat with NPCC and NCC ppl. We slept at 2am and woke up at 6.30am in the morning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Forth day (20th Nov), I woke up at 6.30am. Went to wash up and get ready for breakfast. After breakfast, we went to cupola and get ready for our Cadet-Link activites at Fuhua Primary School ltr on. Around 8+, Miss Wong came down and asked who wants to go home to take our things and everything. I wanna go home because of my wet shoes and my whistle. I nid my whistles for the activites ltr on. haha...We went home at 9 and have to return at 9.45. If we nid extantion, we have to call Miss Wong. Qian yi and me took a cab home as it save for time. I reached home polluted the toillet, put my dirty clothes inside the laundary, take my whistle and headed back to school. HAHA......Qian Yi asked for 1st extention till 10.05, but who knows the bus came late the driver drive so slow. So, i called for another exention till 10.15. I reached school on time and continue planning for my activites ltr on. Before going to Fuhua Primary, We had a short break after finished plannig everything and I slept inside the bunk. When Miss Wong came to tell us that our lunch is here, we headed to the canteen. Haha...the lunch is similar to everyday's meal. sian...Miss Wong asked why are we like still HIGH after 3 days of camp. HAHA...shit! I forgotten what happen after this liao. Onli no we played some games with the links together with the Hua Yi Secondary cadets. After we finish everything, got prize presentation. I was shockd when they called out my name!!!haha..After photo taking, we walk to the car park and board the bus back to school. Had some reflections inside the bus and Miss Wong was really angry because we showed other school ppl attitude. After scolding, everything went back to normal. Reached school had a short debrief before breaking camp. I volunteered for the flag day tomorrow haha. Soon, it has come to the end of the camp. Everyone had left while Iylia and me went to look for Miss Wong. After that we go canteen slack slack for a while then go home. I reached home around 7+?I had my shower and ate my dinner. After that I went to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are some people who I really wanna thank!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st: Miss Wong for letting me understand the coffee powder and coffee thing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd: Mrs Rachel Tan for preparing food for us even thought it was late.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd: Miss Tiu for giving 3 tubs of ice cream to us!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4th: Qian Yi for making me laugh like hell during camp. Haha... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5th: Planners. I had a wonderful day with you guys! You guys made my day happy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5th: All the Red Cross members!!!saw the bonding between all of you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THANK YOU GUYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HOPE THAT I CAN JOIN YOU GUYS AGAIN NEXT YEAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-5435892657739678135?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/5435892657739678135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=5435892657739678135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/5435892657739678135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/5435892657739678135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2009/11/4-days-3-nights-combined-camp.html' title='4 DAYS 3 NIGHTS COMBINED CAMP!!!'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-1707209163388121385</id><published>2009-11-15T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T04:39:57.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yoyoyo&lt;/span&gt;!!!!woke up at 6am today cause i going for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OA&lt;/span&gt;(gold syllabus) accreditation at Red Cross Campsite which is at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kembangan&lt;/span&gt; that's why i had to wake up early...haha...Woke up, take a shower and headed off to lot 1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MRT&lt;/span&gt; interchange to meet my friends. After everyone reached, we took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MRT&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kembangan&lt;/span&gt;...that was like 19 stops away from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;CCK&lt;/span&gt;????&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;...Let's talk bout the accreditation &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ba&lt;/span&gt;...We started off early due to the weather. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;VIs&lt;/span&gt; scared that it might rain so we started off early &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;...First we started on Gadgets making &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;...our gadget is not really stable. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;...afraid it might affect our results :( . After gadgets making, we did our Outdoor cooking thingy. What we did were to turf out a 2 by 2 grass patch and hammer 4 metal stick onto the grass to stable it and we can but our chicken on it. My group had a hard time starting the fire because of the wind and also running out of matchsticks... The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;VIs&lt;/span&gt; were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;relly&lt;/span&gt; helpful to help us start the fire. After half an hour, our fire has started and we start roasting our chicken. This is the part which i hate the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; the smoke from the twigs and everything &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;hurt&lt;/span&gt; my eyes...Once the smoke blew at my eyes, my tears started to drip. It hurts a lot...haiz...but the most important thing is the roasted chicken is cooked!!!although some parts of the chicken was uncooked, but the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;chicken&lt;/span&gt; still tastes good!!!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;hahas&lt;/span&gt;...after tasting our chicken, we went out for lunch. Ate chicken rice and drank heaven and earth green tea. I took 15 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; to finish the whole thing cause we were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;onli&lt;/span&gt; given 25 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; to eat...After we finished eating, we gathered together and went back to the campsite to complete the other half of our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;accred&lt;/span&gt;. Our next station was to built a tent. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Shuay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;shuay&lt;/span&gt; our poncho and the sheet is spoilt...but we still had our ways on doing it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;...the tent was quite successful. After this, we did some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;evacuation&lt;/span&gt; thingy...lol...first test was testing about how we create an improvised stretcher by using logs and 6 bandages and second one was by using 3 ground sheets and roll it. After that, the Sir told us that we scored 9/10 for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;evacuation&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;...happy. Now, is the very excited and nervous time, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;VIs&lt;/span&gt; are going to release our results. At this moment, I was really scared because I thought i might fail...I'm like going to cry soon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt;...but i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. I controlled. When they announced my name, I was really nervous. The first thing I did was look at the 8 &amp;amp; 9 column and there is a chop and I PASSED!!!!!!!!. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;...and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; also relieved like this. After getting our score sheet, we were released. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;While&lt;/span&gt; waiting for other of my schoolmates, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Iylia&lt;/span&gt; and me played a joke on Miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;wong&lt;/span&gt;. We told her that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Iylia&lt;/span&gt; passed and I failed. Her reaction was really big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; she was wondering that how can I fail???? After that I told Miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;wong&lt;/span&gt; bout the first day of camp thingy cause i can't be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;accrediting&lt;/span&gt; the juniors as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; having my graduation night at night. so i will teach them in the morning and afternoon and return back to camp on the next day:). After a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;, my schoolmates were released. We walked to the bus stop and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;QY&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Iylia&lt;/span&gt; and me boarded bus 67 home. After &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Iylia&lt;/span&gt; alighted, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;QY&lt;/span&gt; and me took bus to south view and take bus 300 home :). After i reached house bus stop, i went to Lam Soon basketball court to meet my cousin and played basketball. While throwing the ball, i injured my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;thigh&lt;/span&gt; muscle. It was freaking pain and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;lay &lt;/span&gt;on the ground yelling...haha...After i reached home, i had to limp and can't really sit down cause it hurts...After bathing and eating, my cousin, sister and me went down to Sunshine to buy Bubble tea for my family &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;. HAHA....okay...i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; i post a lot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt;. I shall stop here &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-1707209163388121385?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/1707209163388121385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=1707209163388121385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/1707209163388121385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/1707209163388121385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2009/11/yoyoyo-woke-up-at-6am-today-cause-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-2985111002574501735</id><published>2009-11-06T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T05:40:22.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hihi...I'm back to post again!!!Today went to meet Tessa, Joanna and Ryan cause i wanna eat lunch. Haha...When i boarded bus 67, I messaged Tessa and asked her where she is. What she replied was "I just board the bus". Then i was like huh???What bus you board and where are you going???She replied: "Bus 67...I am going to find you at lot 1". Then i replied wa...win liao lor...I inside bus 67 heading to school bus stop to meet you and you inside bus 67 going lot 1 to find me...HAHA...damn funny sia...We both went to look for each other. lol...After everyone reached, we headed to West mall for lunch. After finish eating, Tessa and I went to BPP to get the thing my aunt want. Unfortunately, the thing my aunt want got no stock or smth...so I decided to check it out at Lot 1. Who knows Lot 1 Fair price also dun have...so I went to check it out at 7-11... luckily there is something similar to what my aunt want so i bought it. Reached home around 8+???And this is why i am posting now!!!HAHAHAHA....okay, i shall stop here le.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-2985111002574501735?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/2985111002574501735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=2985111002574501735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/2985111002574501735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/2985111002574501735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2009/11/hihi.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-9097176234958275356</id><published>2009-11-06T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T22:02:16.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, Noverber 5, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;5th November 2009;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Hihi :) woke up at 11.30 like this???Was too tired to wake up but received a lot of messages at that moment. My hand phone was vibrating like hell lor...and my vibrations woke me up...Irritating...After i woke up, i woke my cousin up too!!!She was sleeping like a log and i don't wanna wake her up so early so i woke up quietly. Who knows when i was about to leave the room, she woke up. HAHAHAH.........Woke up, washed up, eat brunch and went to use the com. HAHA.....I use com also sian...stay at home also sian so i decided to watch a movie with Tessa, Ryan and Miss Wong....Actually i was at home doing nth till Ryan confirmed with Miss wong bout the movie. After she agreed, I went online to check what movie is nice to watch haha...At first I wanna watch My sister's keeper at Vivocity but it's too far for someone so we change to another movie. After the changes made, we decided to watch Poker King at Causeway Point. After checking the timing and everything, I went to take a bath and headed outside school bus stop to meet Tessa and Ryan. When everybody reached the bus stop, we waited for Miss Wong to knock off from work. While waiting, it started to drizzle and the rain gets heavier. At this moment, Miss wong came out with 3 students and the moment she reached the bus stop, she hailed for a cab...So random sia...asked her to take bus, but she dun want cause it's raining...She damn funny lor hailed for a cab when she's standing at the bus stop...How can the driver stop for her huh???Ltr the driver will kena fined. So, she walk further down...HAHA...When we were in the cab, Miss wong start asking lots of questions haha. Then tessa always saying her till she is speechless...LOL...First time she's speechless wors....Unlike her. When we reached Causeway Point, we went to the Cathay Cinema to buy our tickets first. After buying the Poker King tickets, Miss Wong went to Starbucks to do her report while we went to arcade to play as there's still 45 minutes before the movie starts...Here comes the funny part. When Tessa queuing to buy food and Miss wong is walking towards us, Ryan and I went to the toilet:) haha...damn funny sia...then when we walking back, she pointed us middle finger...LOL...I think I shall skip this part cause it's quite boring. When we enter the theater, we were like arranging who to sit where and everything...HAHA...We sat in this position. Miss Wong, Me, Tessa and Ryan. The movie was quite funny. haha...After 1 hour, Halfway through the movie, I was like falling asleep soon. Actually I wanted to lie down on someone's shoulder cause the person's shoulder is like nearer to me. okay...and i slept for a few minutes. Haha....I was like freezing down there???Afer 2 hours, the movie had ended ans i was like yeah...finally...I damn bloody cold lor........After movie, we decided to eat supper. Haha............but miss wong has to rush her report so deh headed home after movie. We took 963 till Panjang and boarded 190 to CCK interchange. At this moment, Tessa's dad called and said that he coming to fetch her home. So i decided to take away my food since I buying for my cousins too. After i took my food, I went to take 300 and headed home. That's all for today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-9097176234958275356?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/9097176234958275356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=9097176234958275356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/9097176234958275356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/9097176234958275356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2009/11/5th-november-2009-hihi-woke-up-at-11.html' title='Thursday, Noverber 5, 2009'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-6639323551447502192</id><published>2009-11-01T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T03:45:32.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Arghhh........After attending the Gold Modular Workshop, I'm like so damn sick now!!!!!!!!!!!!Got running nose, sore throat and cough...I think i am having a slight fever too :( Can feel the heat.....sigh...At home nth to do 1 sia...onli rot on the computer chair doing nth.................wait for the time to past...Some more I'm sick now. If I'm not sick, I think i will go out for some Sports game. Haha...Sports is my favourite k???Recently, I'm Having some family problems...Got to find a job ASAP to help lighten the burden...I dun think i can even survive liao lor...sigh...can't eat and everything le. Must try to reduce all this things...no more yum yum food le :(... No matter rain or shine, I really really really have to get a job ASAP...I dun mind working for more than 10 hours but not illegal job. I just nid money urgently....erm...Not really in a good mood today so i shall stop my post here le.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-6639323551447502192?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/6639323551447502192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=6639323551447502192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/6639323551447502192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/6639323551447502192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2009/11/arghhh.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-5018699720058936065</id><published>2009-10-31T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T23:19:58.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Hihi...didn't post for a long time le...haiz...i nid some time to cool down...It's not like i dun want reply ur messages, is i dunno what to reply. If you ask me whether are you the one who make me, I can't possibly tell you that 'Yes! you're the one'. Rite???Ya, so i didn't reply you...I just wanna cool down first. I really hope that during this point of time, you will change and understand why I didn't reply or answer ur call...I also really hope that i can cool down asap to celebrate my birthday together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30th October 2009;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Went for BBQ at Sentosa haha...I went to the hut and was like WTH?!!!!!????the hut was like 'DAMN BIG'...hahas...Went to play Black Jack and Taidi with BEnjamin and Jacksen...The one who lose have to drink up...sian...but the absolut pear is like really nice :) after many rounds, Jacksen was like a bit drunk drunk like this haha...Next after I stood up, i was like a bit drunk drunk too...I at there walking round and round???haha...After i finish drinking, I went to meet Qian yi, Jonathan, Kelvin, Bak haw, Joanna and Yun Cheng for supper. After supper, we took a cab to interchange and headed home :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31st October 2009;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Woke up at 7am, took a bathe and went for Gold Modular Workshop. The course was quite fun because got HANDSOME haha...Kept telling them bout handsome...hahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...Okay, I going to apply the things i learnt and for our CCA Open house :) Sian...Took 67 home from my workshop there. I took 2 hours ride to reach CCK interchange...That was a long ride...Went to Lot 1 to buy Crispy Chicken ^^. After finish buying, I boarded 300 and headed home. Was feeling a bit unwell after the course so i went home to eat, take a bathe and went to bed :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Okay thats all for now. HAHA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-5018699720058936065?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/5018699720058936065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=5018699720058936065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/5018699720058936065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/5018699720058936065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2009/10/hihi.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-5702957712260475063</id><published>2009-10-29T00:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T00:38:06.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;29 October 2009;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;School was as usual. Just that I ended off my lesson earlier than normal school days onli...today go bridging also never do anything cause none of the teachers is there to take over our class except for 1...but I didn't did much things lor...just go there slack slack then go home liao...today went to the Shaw-T to assember amd then sit down there doing nth till dunno what time...we went to canteen to plan for our skit tomorrow...sian...tomorrow must present everything liao...so scared lor...so sha shuay...haiz...but no choice...wanna end off early cause nobody wanna go back for bridging next week la...like waste time onli lor...a lot of things happened recently...i dunno whiich one to say first cause it's like countless problems i am having...i dunno whether should i be angry or sad...ltr my aunt gonna talk to me again like the previous time. I was so stupid till i almost wanna go commit suicide...Isn't it stupid to do foolish things???I think it is really really really stupid to the max...haha...but i did some reflections liao...so i am aware of what to do and what not to do...so yeah...I will be really strong to face all the problems which i am facing now...just dun want a small thing to ruin my whole life. I will really regrete it...sigh...I'm really confused rite now...got the feeling that i am going to cry soon...today after bridging, went to eat wanton mee with QY they all haha...actually the mee not really that nice compared to sunshine here de...haha...still prefer my sunshine de :) I shall stop here. Got nth to add on liao...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-5702957712260475063?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/5702957712260475063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=5702957712260475063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/5702957712260475063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/5702957712260475063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2009/10/29-october-2009-school-was-as-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-5653377137677331413</id><published>2009-10-26T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T23:09:44.786-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m worried :&apos;('/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; October 2009;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Yo! woke up at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;erm&lt;/span&gt;...actually I also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;forogt&lt;/span&gt; what time i woke up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;...I no I got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;STM&lt;/span&gt; rite???&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;...okay, waited for my aunt to be home to buy me lunch before heading to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jie's&lt;/span&gt; house for her Birthday Party. I went to Lot 1 to buy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jie's&lt;/span&gt; present, and headed to her house after buying it. I played BB at her house and it was really fun. The party was quite enjoyable too!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Omg&lt;/span&gt;...my mind went blanked out of a sudden and I dunno what to post leh...haha....okay, let's talk bout the day before 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; October. Was talking to my friend on the phone and messaging friends. I could still remember what i told them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;...Actually when i told them bout the thing, I did cried cause I really dunno what can I do after knowing my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;This was what i told them:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Be it I pass or fail my 'N's, I did some planning liao...okay...it will be really great if i pass. I will go out and celebrate with my fellow friends cause it might be the last time we will gather together &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;liao&lt;/span&gt;...so yeah. If i really pass, I will also console my friends if they did badly. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;...maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; the one who did really badly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ba&lt;/span&gt;...maybe is my friends come and console me. No one knows, no one can predict...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;onli&lt;/span&gt; the god knows. Now, it's the sad part &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt;. If i fail, I can guarantee i won't pick up any calls or reply &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;anyone&lt;/span&gt; message. I just wanna be alone at the beach. So, no point calling or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; me. Let me cool down and do some reflections down there. I promise i won't do any foolish things...If you do take me as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; friend, just let me be alone on that day k? Thanks. Actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not avoiding the facts. it's just that I might hurt my Aunt. I really dun wanna let her down as you no I loves my aunt very very very much. okay, I think i should stop here &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-5653377137677331413?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/5653377137677331413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=5653377137677331413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/5653377137677331413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/5653377137677331413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2009/10/24th-october-2009-yo-woke-up-at-erm.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-670659495515363809</id><published>2009-10-23T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T23:11:13.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23rd October 2009,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Was sleeping half way and my alarm rang. I woke up off my alarm and went back to sleep. Zzz...haha. AFter that QOC called me lor...Before i went to shower, she called me 2 times but i purposely dun wanna answer cause i still wanna sleep haha xD. I received her message, replied her message and decided to bathe. After i went out of the toilet, look at my phone and i realised that i had 17 missed calls!!!!!!!!!haha...after that QOC called me and i told her i'm leaving my house soon. We met at Lot 1 interchange, took bus 67 and off to school. Haha...after we reached school, like got nobody like this sia...so QOC and me went to look for Mrs Tan. Eventually, we dun think Mrs Tan is at her staff room. So we walk toward the study area and saw 1 of our classmate. He told us to go to MRL...Haha...but everyone went to study area and sit. I also dunno why...lol...after that when we decided to go to the MRL, we saw Miss Chye at the stairs. We asked her today no bridging? But she dunno there is bridging today haha. At this point of time, Mr Lim called us to go over there cause he wanna give us chocolates :) yum yum...wow i thnik i shall stop her le still got a long long story to go...too sian to type out everything le...When we left the school, we went to Lot 1 to walk walk and to wait for Qun Jie and Sarah to get ready for rocher bean curd. Yum tum again...xD.while waiting for them, we went to the library to borrow books to read ^^. haha...Six months to live is a really nice book.:) soon, qun jie texted jiahui and said that she reached le. Soon, Sarah reached too.!!!Haha happy sia caused we wait from 9++ to 12++. OMG...such a long time...we took 190 to orchard for rocher bean curd. the bean curd there damn nice lor. wanna go eat again. Confirm going eat again. After we finished eating, Qun Jie and Sarah went to Cine leisure while QOC and me headed back home. Actually, i didn't really went home. I went to look for Jie outside school bus stop and went to her house. Jie went home to change and went to my house. We waited for bus 67 dunno for how long sia. i think more than 45 mins but less than 1hr. It's still consider a long time liao. the weather was hot and humid but after this waiting time, the sky turned dark and it is likely to rain soon so Jie and me took panjang bus and take bus 975 to my house. After Jie reached my house she used my computer for a while and we went to Lot ! to look for my aunt :) ahahahaha...........After i reached Lot 1, i went to buy smth to eat again. Yum yum :) When we going home that time, My aunt and I took bus 300 while Jie took bus 190 home. haha...i think i shall stop here le.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-670659495515363809?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/670659495515363809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=670659495515363809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/670659495515363809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/670659495515363809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2009/10/23rd-october-2009-was-sleeping-half-way.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-8371407972416735764</id><published>2009-10-17T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T23:07:10.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Hey people! Went causeway point with Jie and marcus. hahas...the weather was really bad uh...a few minutes after we board 963, it was raining cats and dogs outside..haha...but luckily we were inside the bus liao...so not wet :) After we reach there, we went to the cinema and watch cloudy with a chance of meatballs. The show was really nice. So if you haven't watch, you should watch it!!!!haha....sian just finished my powerpoint slide for science bridging programme and I have to present to the school...Omg...so xia shuay...haiz...now damn tired...Zzz...wanna sleep liao...so i shall stop here le. Will post more if i am free :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-8371407972416735764?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/8371407972416735764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=8371407972416735764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/8371407972416735764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/8371407972416735764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2009/10/hey-people-went-causeway-point-with-jie.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-2321143638204803564</id><published>2009-10-11T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T23:05:43.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;wa...the moment i woke up today, both legs were aching hahas...i Think is because i didn't do any warm up before going jogging and basketball game. Hahas...Use com the whole afternoon. Just like a sian onli lor...Ate Mos burger for lunch today :) arghhh....just cannot take it...my legs are really painful :( wanna apply some Deep Heating Rub on my thighs le. Haiz...i dunno whether what i am doing now is right or wrong...although you had hurt me deeply previously, I still can let it go. But i dun think i can now...I didn't really reply ur message and i think it is obvious why i didn't reply. Actually i really dunno what to say lor...Just dun feel like saying anything to you...(Please dun asked me anything related to this... Thank You.) Okay, Let's put this matter aside first cause it's not the right time to talk bout this thing. Oh ya going for breakfast with QOC, Sarah and Qun Jie tomorrow at lot 1 hahas...confirm have to wake up very early de lor..sian...After breakfast, i am heading to school to help Bernice and Qian Yi hahas...So yeah, shall stop my post here le. Seeyaaa!!!!Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hey Jie, You have to study hard k? Dun play too much of basketball game. Just concentrate on ur studies first ba...After ur EOY, you can play as much as you can le. So i do really hope that you can study hard for the next 2 days. After the next 2 days, you will be STRESS-FREE liao. hahas...JIAYOU!!!!!!YOU CAN DO IT!!!!　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-2321143638204803564?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/2321143638204803564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=2321143638204803564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/2321143638204803564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/2321143638204803564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2009/10/wa.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-3928928053195720074</id><published>2009-10-10T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T23:07:24.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Yo!!!Back from BB hahas...went to Jie's house to play BB...haiz....took 975 to BP interchange and then i change 184 to Jie's house. When i reached, we play for a while onli cause there is bee flying around so we stopped playing...haiz...nvm..soon, it was 7pm. I went to Teck Whye CC to find my aunt and then accompany Jia Hui go eat dinner hahas...After dinner, i met my sister and her stead then we played BB together till 9+ hahas...so shiok...My aunt's friends damn funny lor....jokes...okay i going bathe now. hahas...shall stop here le. NITES &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-3928928053195720074?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/3928928053195720074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=3928928053195720074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/3928928053195720074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/3928928053195720074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2009/10/yoback-from-bb-hahas.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-1470500368089606977</id><published>2009-10-10T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T02:34:53.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;Hey! woke up at 11+ today :). today was a boring day for me cause no one wanna &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;jio&lt;/span&gt; me out:(. No one was at home so the house &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;onli&lt;/span&gt; got my maid and me. I watched &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;, played com, watched &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; and played com. Life cycle is repeating and repeating...like a bored &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;onli&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;...I'm like rotting at home till 4+. Messaged &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jie&lt;/span&gt; and she is at her mom's office. Wanted to play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bb&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jie&lt;/span&gt; but she asked to play in school. I dun really wanna play in school so i replied her dun want. Wanna play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;bb&lt;/span&gt; also no one is free...1 say studying, 1 stay too far, 1 dunno what time come back and another 1 never reply...like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt;???so i decided to go for a jog.sian...after changing i went down for a jog. Once i reached home, was really exhausted. So i asked my maid to make ice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;milo&lt;/span&gt; for me while i enjoy the air con &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hahas&lt;/span&gt;...so shiok...sian...after i reached home, i felt bored again...nth to do...I'm thinking whether to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Jie's&lt;/span&gt; house for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;bb&lt;/span&gt; not...like too far for me cause i am going out at night :) Shall stop here &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt;. Bye!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;[&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;. to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Jie&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;...although i dunno how to encourage or motivate you to study, but i still do hope that you will study hard and never give up. Just give it a best shot. Trust me you wont retain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;. so yea, just work hard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ba&lt;/span&gt;...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-1470500368089606977?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/1470500368089606977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=1470500368089606977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/1470500368089606977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/1470500368089606977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2009/10/hey-woke-up-at-11-today.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-9201532264235668887</id><published>2009-10-09T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T01:59:57.670-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lonely girl :('/><title type='text'>BORED!!! I'M LIKE ROTTING AT HOME???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BORED!!! I'M LIKE ROTTING AT HOME EVERYDAY???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Haiz...as usual...having my 'N' Level Examinations...Ended my last paper on the 8th of October (friday). Haiz...bored...i am like rotting at home everyday lor...but also quite sad. Know why?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*Cause I had not been doing well for my N hahas...i dunno whether i can pass and continue my sec 5 for next year not.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;End my N is like haven't end like this lor...sian...very sad siol...bacause this year mi ght be the last year for me le...can't stay in AES le...But, hopefully, i could go to sec 5...haiz...It might be disappointing if i cant go to sec 5...I loved the math paper siol...paper 1 is like quite simple to do. Got confident that i can pass hahas...but for Paper 2, not sure whether i can pass not...haiz...I really can't bear to leave my Jie, BFF(s) and also my classmates....Not onli them, i will also miss other ppl too. But will miss all my BFF---&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Qian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yi&lt;/span&gt;, Jonathan, Joanna, Tessa, Kelvin, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bak&lt;/span&gt; haw and many many more...Just can't bear to leave you guys lor...sob...sob..Hope that i could pass my N with flying colours. But i no it's impossible. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Yesterday 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of October, waited for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt; to end their exams...Bernice ended earlier than them so i asked her to accompany me to wait for them at study area since she was waiting for Joanna. While chatting, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; me and tell me that she has ended her paper. Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;bernice&lt;/span&gt; and me waited for them at canteen :). A few minutes later, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;QY&lt;/span&gt;, Joanna and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Jie&lt;/span&gt; came down &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt;...After our group of friends all came down and everyone finish eating, we left the school. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Jie&lt;/span&gt; asked me to go to her house then after that go study. I said okay so i went to her house. It was raining but we were like walking in the rain...hahas...so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;shiok&lt;/span&gt;...while walking up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Jie's&lt;/span&gt; house, I helped her to text Miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;wong&lt;/span&gt; to ask her whether is she free &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ltr&lt;/span&gt; to teach her chem. She said that she will be staying for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;NSP&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Jie&lt;/span&gt; decided to go for Night study tonight. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;...After &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Jie&lt;/span&gt; changed, She went to my house. Use com and watched &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;. After that, we headed to school. Before the night study start, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Jie&lt;/span&gt; and me went to explore the school. It was still very bright at that time cause it was 6.20 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;onli&lt;/span&gt;...so we decided to explore at the dark corner. It was really strange that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Jie&lt;/span&gt; said that she saw a cat but i saw nothing...and i heard the cat meowing 3 times but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Jie&lt;/span&gt; cant hear anything...It was really strange huh???our hearts were like pumping very fast cause both of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;were&lt;/span&gt; scared of cats!!!!...When we went back to study area, we saw Anthony &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; sleeping on the study area bench. When he woke up he had a back ache. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;...After that we go explore with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;anthony&lt;/span&gt; and it was really dark...While walking up the slope, there was a cat down there. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Jie&lt;/span&gt; and me ran away like hell la...SCARY!!!!!sian...dun feeling like posting everything &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;hahas&lt;/span&gt;... Soon, it was 8.30 and it was when the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;NSP&lt;/span&gt; end. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Jie&lt;/span&gt; called her dad but her dad not fetching her so Anthony and me decided to walk her up to her condo and we headed down to the bus stop. Anthony was kind enough to wait for my bus to come then he go home. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;hahas&lt;/span&gt;...he is really kind enough. While catting with him, my bus came i boarded the bus and went home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Today 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of October, Woke up at 9+ or 10+?? Couldn't remember...hahas...okay..was rotting today. Watched &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;, Chatting online and played some games. I find that using computer is really bored so i decided to watch tv...hahas...While watching, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; a message from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Mrs&lt;/span&gt; Tan regarding the Bridging Programme...Sian...have to reach at 7.20 as usual. Thought i could have breakfast with my classmates before attending the programme...but now cant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt;...cause have to report at 7.20..so i told her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;propably&lt;/span&gt; next time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;ba&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt; :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Hahas&lt;/span&gt;...I shall stop here &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt;. Wanna watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; now...very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;sian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;onli&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;Jie&lt;/span&gt; went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/span&gt; and i didn't text anyone today...just very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;sian&lt;/span&gt; and sad too...but no one is there to be my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;listening ear&lt;/span&gt; so i had to keep it by myself...haiz...Hope that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;Jie&lt;/span&gt; would return ASAP...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-9201532264235668887?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/9201532264235668887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=9201532264235668887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/9201532264235668887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/9201532264235668887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2009/10/bored-im-like-rotting-at-home.html' title='BORED!!! I&apos;M LIKE ROTTING AT HOME???'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-3613819071238738488</id><published>2009-09-26T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T05:56:05.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;hey! I'm back to post again.  Feel like crying now...I am really really very sad when i told my aunt that i cannot make it to sec 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt;. I am 100% sure that she was utterly disappointed when i told her that. Maybe i would just disappear some day. No one will know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hahas&lt;/span&gt;...just dunno what to do if  can't go to sec 5. Shall I cry over the spilt milk, do foolish things or carry on with my life???I know that this year is my last year in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;AES&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt;. Dunno how to survive when i am out of this school. Like will be totally different from the past anymore. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;...I no w=that i can't make it to sec 5 but yet i am still so happy in school. Every night when i wanted to close my eyes, i would cry silently on my bed. I just regretted fir not studying in the past and now i am suffering. Hope that my fellow friends will not follow in my footsteps especially &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;jie&lt;/span&gt;. I do hope that you will study hard and get good grades. I shall stop here &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt;. Have to continue with my art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-3613819071238738488?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/3613819071238738488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=3613819071238738488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/3613819071238738488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/3613819071238738488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2009/09/hey-im-back-to-post-again.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-4237854724387389771</id><published>2009-09-19T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T05:20:04.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoyable day :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today woke up at 8.30 today, went to bathe and meet &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jie&lt;/span&gt; before going to school...The moment i wanted to leave my house, it was pouring outside...i was like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt;???why at this hour???I had no choice so i brought a big umbrella along with me. Went to the bus &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nstop&lt;/span&gt;, took bus 975 to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bukit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Panjang&lt;/span&gt; Interchange and took 184 to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jie's&lt;/span&gt; guard house. After that we headed down to school cause i have consultation with teacher. Before we went to study area, we went to the toilet. I putted my umbrella at the first &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cubical&lt;/span&gt; and went to tie my hair. When we went to study area, i asked &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tessa&lt;/span&gt; where is my umbrella and she said that i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lefted&lt;/span&gt; in the toilet...how clumsy is me?I quickly ran down to take my umbrella &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahassss&lt;/span&gt;....after consultation, we went t lot 1 food junction for lunch. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Quess&lt;/span&gt; what? We spent almost 2 hours eating down there &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahas&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jie&lt;/span&gt; was joking all the way &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;... When i eat my dessert that time, i spitted out the dessert three times...lol...there was once a little girl walked past and she was like singing aloud...i was like......nth to say &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahas&lt;/span&gt;...after that, we continue with our jokes...i laughed non-stop &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;...damn funny... laughed till stomach pain also...lol...we went walking around lot 1 and buy things...soon, it was 5+ and then we went home &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;: I really enjoy the fun time down there with you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahas&lt;/span&gt;...hope that we can remain like this forever :) thanks &lt;3]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-4237854724387389771?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/4237854724387389771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=4237854724387389771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/4237854724387389771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/4237854724387389771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2009/09/enjoyable-day.html' title='Enjoyable day :)'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-1435462933515141734</id><published>2009-09-18T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T03:58:27.057-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Felt with sadness :('/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...as usual, school was boring...First was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;RME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lesson...Mrs Tan came in and talk to us bout self awareness thingy...everything was related to ourselves and parents...i was like okay...After &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;RME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was math lesson. I love math a lot &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :) went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AVT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was mat lesson...so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;shiok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...but the table damn shaky. Hate it man...we did some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Graph&lt;/span&gt; practice for the lesson. After that, was SS lesson. Damn funny &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;siol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...can't stop laughing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahahahahahahassssss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;......Sarah, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hui and I was like laughing through out the whole lesson due to some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;issue&lt;/span&gt;...Soon, it was recess time...yeah...can eat &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...During recess, it was raining cats and dogs...Walk back to the classroom also will get wet...It was physics lesson now...Went down to Shaw T to take a look...and he really didn't came today so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hui and me went up to look for him. While walking up to the staff room, my shoe was wet!!!&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;arghhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...irritating ..I'm damn bloody angry today...like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; LA?????haiz...nvm...everything also say me everything also blame me...when will you stop &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;blaming&lt;/span&gt; me???I dun really feel good when you all blame me you know?If i always find &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fought&lt;/span&gt; or scold you for fun will you be happy not?obvious not rite?It apply to me also...i wont feel good...nvm...lets drop the subject. I have to do my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...shall &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stop&lt;/span&gt; here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-1435462933515141734?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/1435462933515141734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=1435462933515141734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/1435462933515141734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/1435462933515141734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2009/09/haiz.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-858567629278532543</id><published>2009-09-16T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T06:07:37.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;hey guys, sorry for not posting for a long time. Jie asked me to do some blogging to make my blog back alived. hahas...and i am doing so now :)you know what?my life is not as good as the previous time. might not be able to go to sec 5 next year. sorry for disappointing mummy(my aunt) as i had not been putting enough effort in doing my 'N' Level paper. Just hope that there is a miracle right now...hope that i can pass my 'N' level successfully...I, myself, might not be able to tale it if i can't get into sec 5 class next year. I'm trying very hard to study le...but i still can't score well...i dunno why...i dunno who will be there for me when i am upset...haiz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;[ps. Sorry Jie, for not talking to you when my friends are around me...although we had quarrelled over and over again, nth could be unsloved. I promised that nth of this will happen ever again. Thx for being by my side when i am feeling upset. Really appreciated it a lot ad will not neglect ur love anymore :) LOVES &lt;3]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;[ps. Gu, i will try my best to go to sec 5 next year although i flung my english...I no that you will be really disappointed if i fail my 'N' Level...but i promise you no matter what, i won't give up! I will give it a best shot k?I had always wanted to call you 'mummy' but i can't. Thx for taking care of me over this 15 years. I will study hard, work hard to repay ur kindness when i grow up. I LOVE YOU &lt;3]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-858567629278532543?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/858567629278532543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=858567629278532543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/858567629278532543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/858567629278532543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-life.html' title='My Life!!!'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-831156214646014643</id><published>2009-08-09T02:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T05:29:28.247-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beloved One x333'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Wow...it has really been a long time i did not post le hahas...so i am here to post now hehe :) seriously, i was really really sad everyday. why must i always act as if i am happy everyday?I just wanna share what i have got in my heart but who is willing to be my listening ears?It is really miserable you know???haiz...family matters is back again...couldn't concentrate in my studies...who caused this problem?PARENTS!!!why are they so sellfish???why they wont let me study with peace???I just wanna get a good grades to show my aunt. That's all. Trying my very best　ｔｏ　study le but i cant score well because i am too stress...If there is a way to release my stress, i believe i can do better that this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Whenever i was sad, Jie was the one who encoursged me to make me happy i really appericate ur help. thanks jie :) went to play bb with jie hahas...i do enjoy playing with her. Even though i was sad, didn't talk to her, she will still no that i am sad and showed her concern. This is the sister which i am looking for. Very caring =D. Just hope to have a good relationship with jie everyday and not quarrelling. Sorry jie if i had made you angry ｉｎ the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Really hate my mother a lot...she is always the one who neglected me...just give the best to my siblings but not me!!!This is really unfair. I thought parents should treat their children equally???maybe it is time for me to leave le. I am always causing problems to them.&lt;/span&gt; Just felt moody right now... Dunno what to do...haiz...If i had a choice to choose whether to stay or go, I would rather go. I have my own reason or doing this... Justhope that anyone who read this, would understand how i feel... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THINGS I HAD TO DO NOW:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-STUDY hard!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-get GOOD grades!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-NOT to make anyone around me worried or disappointed!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-TALK to jie more often!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-HOPE that i could study with a peaceful environment!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;okay...i shall stop here le. wanna play fish a fish now. take care and god bless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-831156214646014643?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/831156214646014643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=831156214646014643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/831156214646014643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/831156214646014643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2009/08/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-1991142381615819544</id><published>2009-06-11T03:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T03:55:46.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;haiz...june holidays...so sian...the day past so slow lor...1 week remedial gone...now is art lesson hahas...wondering if i could complete it...art is not an easy subject...must do this must do that...spent the whole day doing art...not wole day is many weeks...i really wanna get a distinction for art. If i can't score a distinction, at least a merit will do...haiz...3 more months and here comes the day...why is all this happening to me???shall stop here le cause i ahve to continue with my art...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-1991142381615819544?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/1991142381615819544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=1991142381615819544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/1991142381615819544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/1991142381615819544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2009/06/haiz.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-8757357297719125117</id><published>2009-06-07T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T03:51:52.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 People To Do This Quiz :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1) Jie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2)Joey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3)Mei Ying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;4)Jonathan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5)Joanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;6)Sherilyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;7)Jia Hui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;8)Xin Yi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;9)Qun Jie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;10)Yi Wei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1)Who is 2 having a relationship with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;   Someine who you dunno???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;2)Is 3 male or female?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Female&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;3)If 7 &amp;amp; 10 get together will that be a good thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;No idea...cause they don't no each other well?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;4)What is number 1 studying about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The same things as you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;5)Is number 4 single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;6)Say something about Number 2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dunno what to say leh but she is my siste :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;7)Describe Number 7?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;She is a fun person to be with ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;8)What will you do if Number 6 and 9 fight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;They are classmmate so i dun think they will fight ba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;9)Do you like Number 8?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yes, cause he is my cousin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-8757357297719125117?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/8757357297719125117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=8757357297719125117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/8757357297719125117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/8757357297719125117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2009/06/10-people-to-do-this-quiz-1-jie-2joey.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-462379303824057075</id><published>2009-05-29T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T04:42:21.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haiz&lt;/span&gt;...today was the last day of school then we will have our 1 month holidays :) I love the holidays part but it make no difference..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to back back school for 2 weeks from 8.00a.m-4.00p.m. Got back my report book today it was very disappointing :( i was wondering why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; can do well but i cant. What is happening to me?????????????After seeing my Mid-Year Results, I somehow lost my confident in scoring well in 'N' Level.....I scared i might give up anytime...the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;onli&lt;/span&gt; thing i want now is "SUPPORT"...just support and i will try my best to do well in 'N' Level...haiz...would they even bother????nope...they don't...but why they don't huh???I also dunno the answer...But i wish to no the the answer asap... I tried stopping myself to cut but i really can't...i dunno why.....tomorrow at noon, have to meet my aunt at lot 1 popular cause i want buy assessment books  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hahas&lt;/span&gt;...must start to study &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt; If not i will regret when u get back my results...okay...I shall stop here &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-462379303824057075?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/462379303824057075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=462379303824057075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/462379303824057075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/462379303824057075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2009/05/haiz_29.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-2121049214469999001</id><published>2009-05-26T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T04:41:48.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;Haiz...after exams the period damn sian...but quite fun cause we akk always slack :)why is she the one?BUT NOT ME????????I DUN UNDERSTAND LA.....nvm... let's drop the subject...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;hahas...my aunt no nid to go meet Mrs Tan to take my report book :) I wonder how is my results lor...Even thought y aunt no nid go take, but i believed that i dint quite badly...My english and math confirm fail de...so sad..why am i so dumb???I feel like giving up on my studies....i somehow got the feeling of not taking 'N' Level...why my mentality is like this de?????can anyone tell me why????When will my counselling start???????I really nid it very badly...I might be disappointing a lot of people but i did tried my very best in doing every paper...Might not be going school tomorrow cause i am having a fever now...I have to stop here le. Nid to study :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-2121049214469999001?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/2121049214469999001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=2121049214469999001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/2121049214469999001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/2121049214469999001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2009/05/haiz.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-1257320496018836490</id><published>2009-05-17T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T05:59:48.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;Yo ppl! so long didnt post le :) Hahas...After my math paper 1, went to meet Jie.On the way to marsiling, I was very emotional...Almost cried...Haiz...sadded...Injured my wrist...went to the therapy shop to check what happened. Haiz...cannot carry things with my right hand le...If not it might become worst than before. Went Vivo on Friday with Jie, joanna, sister &amp;amp; her stead + Mei Ying :) Took MRT to Vivo and ate Long John Silver for lunch. After finished eating, we went to shp around :) after that, we went to Candy Empire to buy sweets hahas......Mei Ying and me bought Jelly Beans ahahahas.... Damn nice lor i want go buy again hahas. After that went to Lot 1 with Joanna and Jie. Jie eat Mac cause she hungry hahas...After that took 67 to school bus and slack at school bus stop with Jie. we were discussing bout wanna go Cashew Heights not hahas...In the end, we went there to walk around hahas...After that it was around 7pm le walk all the way down to opposite school bus stop. Jie was smsing her mom whether she could stay over night at my house for one night not. But her mother replied that she had to go to malaysia the nest day so Jie didn't come with me. But nvm...next time then come ba :) Hiaz....tuesday must go back to check my wrist 1 more time...I shall stop here le. Bye..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-1257320496018836490?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/1257320496018836490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=1257320496018836490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/1257320496018836490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/1257320496018836490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2009/05/yo-ppl-so-long-didnt-post-le-hahas.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-4076338011557682714</id><published>2009-05-01T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T06:29:42.398-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beloved One x333'/><title type='text'>Amazing Race at Sentosa!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;On 21/4/09 after school, my class went for amazing race which was held at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sentosa&lt;/span&gt;. Damn cool &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lurhs&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;onli&lt;/span&gt; got  people inside the bus :) we die die also dun want combined with other class pupils. This is four-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fourians&lt;/span&gt; spirit ^.^ After we reach there, we had our light snacks and some briefing.  I think my class is damn cool &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;...like my class a lot. Very motivated and we are united as one. We ran almost the whole island of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sentosa&lt;/span&gt; really tiring. No matter how tiring we are, we still have to endure till the end. But not too bad huh we came in the third place. Better then nth...I think we deserved this to get this place &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hahas&lt;/span&gt;...our facilities treated us drinks when we completed our race^^ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;thx&lt;/span&gt; to you two facilities. I didn't regretted for coming this amazing race cause i learnt something useful which I could applied in school. This 3 points are my facilitator called us to jot down &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;1) MOTIVATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2) PERSEVERANCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;3) TEAMWORK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;4) LISTEN TO ONE ANOTHER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I shall stop here for this trip &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1/5/09 (Friday)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Woke up quite early together cause my aunt wants me to go eat breakfast. I woke up, brushed my teeth, change my clothes and set off for breakfast. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;...dunno what to post &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt;...suddenly no mood to post...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;EVERYONE MUST &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;BEWARE&lt;/span&gt; OF THE SWINE FLU &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;HOR&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;...time past in a blink of an eye...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;MYE&lt;/span&gt; is coming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt;. then after that will have my Prelim and this is where i sits for my 'N' Level exams...STRESS STRESS STRESS...Why must i be so stress?????????If i can promote to Sec 5, will you all even bother? Or say some good words to me? I dunno...its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; own choice...i think i shall stop here le. Very tired. Going sleep le.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-4076338011557682714?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/4076338011557682714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=4076338011557682714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/4076338011557682714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/4076338011557682714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2009/05/amazing-race-at-sentosa.html' title='Amazing Race at Sentosa!!!'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-3973218941208908674</id><published>2009-04-06T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T02:25:22.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;haiz...i realised my mistakes. I wont make that stupid mistakes again. I promised that i won't. Sorry Joanna and Tessa for making you two angry. Please forgive me...i really cherish this friendship. I really can't imagine what will happen to me if this friendship is broken up. haiz...the only thing i wish is to make it with with you two. I no it is useless to apologise now. I really regretted for what i have did in the past. I just want to start afresh with you all and change my attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-3973218941208908674?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/3973218941208908674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=3973218941208908674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/3973218941208908674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/3973218941208908674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2009/04/haiz.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-2335640876359145344</id><published>2009-03-28T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T22:15:32.249-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lonely girl :('/><title type='text'>Coufusing mind!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;haiz...did you ever think what will happen after you exist from this world?would it be better then before?or rather it would be worst?i dunno...no one will no the answer...i dun understand why i no more counselling le...i think i really nid a counselling badly now...where will i be if i die???heaven or hell???i really dunno who to approach to when i am feeling down. Cutting of wrist and shoulders does not solve any problems. How could i stop this problems??????i have been keeping it inside my heart for a long time. I dare not imagine what would happen if they found out...my mind is really confuse now...haiz...i dun understand why others is so fortunate. they have everything they want. Unlike me, what i want i also cant get. I am trying very hard to get to Sec 5 but if all this problems is troubling me, how could i concentrate well?Am i right to say that?I think i am. I dun understand why am i always dwelling onto a lot of problems. What do i have a negative mind?and my mentality is like this.....i really dunno...really dunno. I am always the one who get hurt. And deeply hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-2335640876359145344?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/2335640876359145344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=2335640876359145344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/2335640876359145344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/2335640876359145344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2009/03/coufusing-mind.html' title='Coufusing mind!!'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-4028068386936260171</id><published>2009-03-13T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T02:34:22.510-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beloved One x333'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haiz&lt;/span&gt;...very disappointed...i got back my results &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt;...just now when Miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tiu&lt;/span&gt; release our English results, i thought i pass cause i saw the overall is 66/100. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;, we looked at the wrong column is another 1...i cant believed that i flung my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;...i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; expect that i will fail my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; which is 45.0/100!!!haiz...but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nvm&lt;/span&gt; during march holidays i will buck up on it...i am going do assessment book. As for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt;, it is hopeless...i really dunno what to do...i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;onli&lt;/span&gt; get 37.5/100 so i got no comments bout &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt;..as for math, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; expect that i would score an A2...i thought i will score below than that...when i saw my math results, i was shocked by what i have seen...for science, i got 64.7/100 which is a B4. I didn't blamed myself for getting so low marks because i didn't even realised that i didn't have my Physics notes...haiz...nvm...forget it...For my Combined Humanities, i got 69.0/100...1 more mark and i get A2...haiz...Art...haiz...disappointing...i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;onli&lt;/span&gt; get 62.0/100...i dun think i have the time to prepare for my art &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;...it is very tough to do my preparation work...i am very stress now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;...i dunno what will happen to me next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;...but i count my points &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt; if i maintain this type of results till the end of the year when i pass my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;, i will get L1R4 (18) points...so i have to buck up now...after my 'N' level, i can play for all i want. Going for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;CCA&lt;/span&gt; camp on Monday...after i return home then i will post bout what happen through out the camp :) &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;E &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;S...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-4028068386936260171?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/4028068386936260171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=4028068386936260171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/4028068386936260171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/4028068386936260171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2009/03/haiz.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-1978000076200542986</id><published>2009-03-07T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T01:06:44.575-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beloved One x333'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;CAMP CAMP CAMP!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Woke up quite early cause i am very excited for my Sec 4 study camp. Actually it wasn't really like a study camp but more likely to be a adventure camp!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;. First day,we gathered in school at 7.20 and we headed off to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SAFRA&lt;/span&gt; Country club to have our adventure camp. Firstly,we did some grouping and see which is our instructors. For my group, our instructor for Group 7 is instructor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wawa&lt;/span&gt; and instructor for Group 8 is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Fizzi&lt;/span&gt; Cola. We did a bit of ICE BREAKING to be more bonded with each other. After playing, we went for 5 minutes toilet break and gathered at the Jasmine room for our lunch :) the lunch is not really nice but I still have to eat it if not i won't have energy to do high elements. After eating, here comes the exciting part!!!! We had our abseiling first. When it comes to my turn, i was really scared when i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nid&lt;/span&gt; to get ready to abseil down. It is really scary as I did not played it before and this is when i overcome my fear of abseiling :) After finish abseiling, I went to play rock climbing...it was really fun down there and I hope to do it more often. After doing all this activities, it is around 4.45???somewhere around there???we went to Jasmine room and gather to have our Tea break...while waiting for our bus to arrival, Instructor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Fizzi&lt;/span&gt; Cola told us a ghost story...everyone was eager to no whats was the ending part and when he told us the ending part, everyone was like '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;CHEY&lt;/span&gt; SO LAME'. It is around 5.15. We board the bus and went back to school. Took bus home and HOME SWEET HOME &lt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Second day of camp. Woke up at 6.15? Went to shower and headed off to school for camp. as usual gather in school at 7.20 and took a bus to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;SAFRA&lt;/span&gt; Country Club to meet our instructors...When we reach, we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;nid&lt;/span&gt; to do some physical exercise. my class really behave like jokers including me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hahas&lt;/span&gt;...the instructor conduct physical exercise, J&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Hui&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Tracy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Hui&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;peng&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Natalie&lt;/span&gt; and me was behaving like jokers. Instructor say 1 we say 2 he say 2 we say 3...teachers was laughing at us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;...after physical exercise, we went for some social talk for about 1 1/2 hours?it is really bored &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;...then we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;kena&lt;/span&gt; punish cause we didn't want to listen...after the talk, we went to gather and get ready for our low elements :) we all was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; dying cause we really really very hungry. Luckily our instructor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Fizzi&lt;/span&gt; Cola was kind enough to let us go to 7-11 to eat...after eating, we was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;energetic&lt;/span&gt; enough to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;start&lt;/span&gt; our low elements :) first element is from 1 island to another.we had to squeeze everyone on the land and if anyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;touch&lt;/span&gt; the water, we had to restart all over again. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Fortunately&lt;/span&gt;, we completed in 8 minutes...it is considered as very fast &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt;...Second game is the balancing game...we had to balance ourselves on the wood and not make it move...we had to stay very focus standing on the wood thingy...if we move, it might affect the balancing...third game is about trusting your friends game. I am the first to fall and let my friends catch...i am really scared but no choice but to do it..nothing is impossible for my group to do. Even how tough it is, we shall do it and overcome the fear of it. After playing, we gathered together and our instructor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Fizzi&lt;/span&gt; told us about our performance through out the 2 days. It is time for us to gather at the Jasmine room for our lunch. While walking half way, it started to rain. We ran to the Jasmine room to prevent ourselves from catching a flu. After eating our lunch, we went to change to our uniform as we are going to visit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Suntec&lt;/span&gt; for some career and education workshop. When we reach the place, I was shocked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;...so many people were looking for jobs now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;adays&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Jia&lt;/span&gt; Hui, Natalie and me went to explore more bout it. After walking round and round, it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;uis&lt;/span&gt; time for us to gather back and back to school. We reached school at around 5.45???Meet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Qian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Yi&lt;/span&gt; to chit chat a while, took bus 67 and HOME SWEET HOME :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Very fast and it is the last day of the camp...as usual reach school at 7.10 like this...went to the Computer Lab to do our career thingy...after that we went back to class for some talk by form teacher. It was 9.30 we had our recess before going to hall for our so called 'campfire' performance. I think my group did quite well...hahas...after the performance, we had our debrief with instructor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Fizzi&lt;/span&gt; Cola!!! It was around 12.30???we break our camp. I went to meet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;tessa&lt;/span&gt; at hall and waited for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Mision&lt;/span&gt; to come back from camp. Went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;BPP&lt;/span&gt; to had our lunch and went back home at 5.45??? I LOVE CAMP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;haiz...feeling disappointed...went for counselling...it is quite useful for me...i find that is is more comfortable for me to talk to that lady counsellor :) Hope my stress could go away faster...i went to cut my hand again...i hope the counsellor could help me...i really scared i might jump down the building anytime...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-1978000076200542986?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/1978000076200542986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=1978000076200542986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/1978000076200542986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/1978000076200542986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2009/03/camp-camp-camp-woke-up-quite-early.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-4125387423079518323</id><published>2009-01-26T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T00:54:44.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;yo ppl! Happy new year ^^ on 26/1, i went to visit my relatives first went to marsiling then bukit gombak followed by batok and next is clementi and lastly is jurong. today my relatives came to my house ^^ very little ang pao this year leh...but anyway...i shall stop here le.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-4125387423079518323?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/4125387423079518323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=4125387423079518323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/4125387423079518323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/4125387423079518323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2009/01/yo-ppl-happy-new-year-on-261-i-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-6819162050667714675</id><published>2009-01-15T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T01:26:24.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;yo ppl school is really very strict now...i damn stress lor...every day also got homework and ccca thing to plan...i think i cant take it sooner or later...i trying my best not to cut my hand but i really cant i really wanna get to sec 5 next year...if i cannot go up by studying very very very hard this year, i would rather end my life lor...haiz...sad...shall stop here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-6819162050667714675?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/6819162050667714675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=6819162050667714675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/6819162050667714675'/><link rel='self' 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id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Omg&lt;/span&gt;!!!2008 is gone in a blink of an eye...and this year is a very important year to me!!!'N' Level...arghhh...STRESS STRESS STRESS...i thinking whether i can continue to promote to sec 5 not...everything change...L1R4 below 19!!!it is impossible...i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dun t&lt;/span&gt;hink i can make it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;...really very stress...i am going to concentrate in my studies this year...i am going to tie my hair properly and not to be send home.i wanna be a good girl...i hope my parents would give me whatever i want when i can be promoted to sec 5...i really hope to get a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;PSP&lt;/span&gt;...this is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;onli&lt;/span&gt; thing i want in my life!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-2015639080633462393</id><published>2008-12-28T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T06:30:25.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Hahas...went to IMM with my aunt and all :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Actually wanna change my handphone de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;but there no Singtel...so going change at Westmall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;tomorrow hahas...cant wait to get my new handphone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/SVeLjXsD6vI/AAAAAAAAAN4/j4ILuhFzbBs/s1600-h/28122008751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284846127513070322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/SVeLjXsD6vI/AAAAAAAAAN4/j4ILuhFzbBs/s320/28122008751.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/SVeLjdCxjpI/AAAAAAAAANw/jwTi6DWGLWA/s1600-h/28122008750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284846128950513298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/SVeLjdCxjpI/AAAAAAAAANw/jwTi6DWGLWA/s320/28122008750.jpg" border="0" 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-2015639080633462393?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/2015639080633462393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=2015639080633462393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/2015639080633462393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/2015639080633462393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2008/12/hahas.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/SVeLjXsD6vI/AAAAAAAAAN4/j4ILuhFzbBs/s72-c/28122008751.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-1233329092062680810</id><published>2008-12-27T18:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T06:30:09.680-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beloved One x333'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lol...went to school at 8.45 to buy my books...after finish buying i went to eat my breakfast cause i going reborn my hair after that...reach the salon i sat there about 4 hours butt pain siol...my head also going to break...after 4 hours, finally can rest le...then went to eat lunch...hahas...finish eating lunch then went back home...at around 5++ i went to ride bike...then went to eat with yiwei and joey...we sat down at the park there happily chatting...suddenly, something from on top down down...i thought it was a tree branch...but it was a lizard i laugh until stomachache sia...damn funny sia...then yi wei and me ride bike to bukit batok and rode back to cck...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-1233329092062680810?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/1233329092062680810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-6653374224777691727</id><published>2008-12-23T07:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T07:15:31.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;haiz...seriously i dun understand...y ppl can lead a happy life but i just can't.i just felt that i am not part of my family...what they want they always get but what i want i always can't get...it is too unfair to me like this...i wanna get the things i want and do whatever i want to do...i want to smoke,cut hand and even cs...i really cant control myself although i quited cutting hand for 4 months...i want to perish from this world...i dunno y my parents hate me a lot...what did i do?i did nothing to them...i am the most innocent kid lor...haiz...you left me without saying...i understand but i am still heart broken...i scared ur mom won't allow you to come back to singapore again...i really wish that you could come back...are you going to stay at malaysia forever?i am really very very stress right now...dunno what should i do...cut hand?i dun think so i promise miss wong i wont cut my hands anymore...if i cut everyone around me would get hurt if i am not wrong...quite sad now adays...i want money to buy books my parents push here push there...in the end, i got to pay myself...haiz...this type of parents also got...i really dun understand my parents..they dun even understands me...i really hate this feelings la...it is really very unfair to me...i got to stop here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-6653374224777691727?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/6653374224777691727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=6653374224777691727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/6653374224777691727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/6653374224777691727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2008/12/haiz_23.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-9193590621198675103</id><published>2008-12-08T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T06:21:10.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1st QUIZ! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. What is your full name ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;-Jane Lee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you like your first name ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;-No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3. How long have you liked the person you currently like ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;-ever since he came???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you kissed anyone in the last 48hours ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;-no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Did you cry today ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;-nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What are you doing this morning at 8am ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;-Duh i still sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;7. What are you doing an hour ago ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;-using computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;8. What are you currently doing ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;-Doing this quiz lor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Who last texted you a msg ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;-Tessa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Have you told anybody that you love them today ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;-no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;11. Do you miss anyone now ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;-ya. My grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;12. Any plans for tomorrow ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;-go bugis to shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What was the reason behind the last time you cried ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;-Cause my grandmothe. she went to india...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Is there anyone you want to be with now ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;-nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;15. Have you kissed anyone who's name start with C ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;-no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;16. Name someone who make you smile today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;-no one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Name a friend whose name starts with Z.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;-Zi Ning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;18. Which of your friend stays closest to you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;-Yiwei and wenchuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;19. Do you prefer to call or to text ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;-text.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Was yesterday better than today ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;-i think so cause of the weather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Can you live a day without a tv and your phone ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;-duh...obviously is no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;22. Are you mad about anything now ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;-nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;23. Do you ever think that relationships are really worth it ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;-nope. u will end up crying after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;24. Last person you visited in a hospital ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;-Joel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;25. When is your last and second last hug ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;-22nd November. on my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;26. What does the last text msg in your inbox says ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;-about my camp thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;27. How do you feel about your life now ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;-VERY MISERABLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;28. Do you hate anyone now ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;-ya duh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;29. Last person you called ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;-mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;30. Who usually send you the most texts in a month ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;-Tessa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Is your room messy now ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;-ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;32. Your shortest relationship ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;-18 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Who do you look like ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;-no one. Dunno y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;34. Tagged 10 people to do this survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;-Yiwei&lt;br /&gt;-Meiying&lt;br /&gt;-Xinyi&lt;br /&gt;-Nana&lt;br /&gt;-Tessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;-Joanna&lt;br /&gt;-And anyone i no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd QUIZ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. My friends ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;are my true friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2. I am listening to ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;-Bring it all back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3. Maybe I should learn ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;-to be more hardworking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4. I love ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;-My family, Teachers and friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My plan ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;-is to study hard and get to sec 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6. I don't understand ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;-my parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I lost ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;-no one at this moment yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. People say ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;-i am very skinny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I am missing ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;-my grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;10. Love means ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;-To trust one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;11. Somewhere , someone is ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;-there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I am always searching for ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;-my confidence..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;13. Forever means ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;-Eternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I never want to ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;-give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. My moblie phone ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;-is under my pillow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;16. When I wake up this morning ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;-i look at my handphone and see whether there is any message a not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I get annoyed when ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;-People keep irritates me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Parites are ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;-no idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Hugs and kisses ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;-give u warmth n love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;20. Today I ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;-am waiting for miracle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Tmr I will be ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;-going out for shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;22. I really want ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;-some love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;-miss my grandmother very much..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What is your phone brand ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;-N73.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What are the last 3 digit of your phone number ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;-721.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;26. What does the second message in your inbox says ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;-It's ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Who was the last person u rang ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;-mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;28. Who was the last missed call from ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;-Mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;29. What is oldest message in your inbox says ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;-i forgot le&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;30. Who comes aft ' J ' ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;-K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;31. Go to your sent message - what does the tenth message says &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;i dunno leh i call u now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Who is your network provider ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;-singtel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. How many message are there in your inbox ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;-33.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Who do you have on speed dial three ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;-i have no speed dial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. If you are on prepaid card , how many credits do you have ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;-i dun use prepaid card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;36. Who's the first person who comes after ' C ' ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;-i got no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;37. What do you have as your main ringtone ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;-Fall for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;38. Tagged 10 people to do this survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;-Yiwei&lt;br /&gt;-Meiying&lt;br /&gt;-Xinyi&lt;br /&gt;-Nana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;-Joanna&lt;br /&gt;-Tessa&lt;br /&gt;-And anyone i know.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0.25em"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-9193590621198675103?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/9193590621198675103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=9193590621198675103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/9193590621198675103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/9193590621198675103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2008/12/1st-quiz-1.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958167175065462359.post-4188793814868479752</id><published>2008-12-04T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T08:05:16.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>QUIZ...=]&lt;br /&gt;1)The person who tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;JOANNA FUNG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;2)Your relationship with him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Best Buddy!!!&lt;br /&gt;3)Your 5 impressions of him?-&lt;br /&gt;Fun?Kind?Helpful?Interesting?my entertainer...&lt;br /&gt;4)The most memorable thing he/she had done for you?&lt;br /&gt;so far i duno whether got a not...&lt;br /&gt;5)The most memorable thing he had said to you?&lt;br /&gt;seriously i dunno leh...&lt;br /&gt;6)If he/she becomes your lover,thing he/she has to improve on will be?&lt;br /&gt;its impossible cause we are both girl...&lt;br /&gt;7)If she/he become your enemy, you will?&lt;br /&gt;Enemy?i didnt dare imagine that...cause onli childish ppl will break friendship...&lt;br /&gt;8)Your overall impression of her is?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...friendl?and a fun person...&lt;br /&gt;9)How you know him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Through Tessa Jie??&lt;br /&gt;10)What is it you want to tell him/her now?&lt;br /&gt;nth...just stay happy...&lt;br /&gt;12)How do u think people around you will feel around you?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;13)Characters you love of yourself are?&lt;br /&gt;dunno...i just no i love myself ^^&lt;br /&gt;14)On the contrary,the characters you hate yourself are?&lt;br /&gt;No idea...&lt;br /&gt;15)The most ideal person you want to be?&lt;br /&gt;to be myself.&lt;br /&gt;16)For people that care and like you, say something to them.&lt;br /&gt;I also love you guys especially 'YOU'. Thx for the care you shoe me&lt;br /&gt;17)Pass this quiz to 10 people that you wish to know how they feel about you&lt;br /&gt;1#Nana&lt;br /&gt;2#Tessa&lt;br /&gt;3#Joey&lt;br /&gt;4#YiWei&lt;br /&gt;5#madeline&lt;br /&gt;6#Mei Ying&lt;br /&gt;7#Joanna&lt;br /&gt;8#Celia&lt;br /&gt;9#Liqing&lt;br /&gt;10#Renee&lt;br /&gt;18)Who is no. 6 having relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;dunno leh...i will ask cause she's my cousin :)&lt;br /&gt;19)Is no. 9 a male or female?&lt;br /&gt;Female?duh...&lt;br /&gt;20)If no. 7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;no la...they are no lesbian ok...&lt;br /&gt;21)What is no. 2 studying about?&lt;br /&gt;how would i no?&lt;br /&gt;22)What was the last time you had a chat with no. 3?&lt;br /&gt;Today?&lt;br /&gt;23)What kind of music band does no. 8 like?&lt;br /&gt;No idea.&lt;br /&gt;24)Does no. 1 have any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;25)Will you woo no. 3?&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely no lurh...i not les leh...&lt;br /&gt;26)How about no.7?&lt;br /&gt;nope..=]&lt;br /&gt;27)Is no. 4 single?&lt;br /&gt;Duhx?&lt;br /&gt;28)What is the surname of no. 5?&lt;br /&gt;Yeow&lt;br /&gt;29)What is a hobby of no. 10?&lt;br /&gt;Not sure..=]&lt;br /&gt;30)Does no. 5 and 9 get along well?&lt;br /&gt;Erm..i dun think so...&lt;br /&gt;31)Where is no. 2 studying at?&lt;br /&gt;Assumption English School.&lt;br /&gt;32)Talk something about no. 1.&lt;br /&gt;Is for me to know and for you to find out..but i must say she's rocks...=]&lt;br /&gt;33)Have you tried developing feelings for no. 8?&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely no.&lt;br /&gt;34)Where does no. 9 live?&lt;br /&gt;Bukit Batok???&lt;br /&gt;35)What colour does no. 4 like?&lt;br /&gt;I also dunno leh...i not so KPO...&lt;br /&gt;36)Are no. 1 and 5 best friends?&lt;br /&gt;I dunno...&lt;br /&gt;37)Does no. 1 have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;Nope..&lt;br /&gt;38)Is no. 7 the sexiest person in the world?&lt;br /&gt;i think so...&lt;br /&gt;39)What is no. 10 doing now?&lt;br /&gt;Not sure?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958167175065462359-4188793814868479752?l=the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/4188793814868479752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5958167175065462359&amp;postID=4188793814868479752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/4188793814868479752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958167175065462359/posts/default/4188793814868479752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-memories-of-her.blogspot.com/2008/12/quiz.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032772327522064315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCtsZKhIVTw/S017IlGVxqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wOVW73gDE8I/S220/27122008747.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
