<?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-29213575</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:01:49.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>memories2oo7</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-4747899054484001066</id><published>2008-11-26T00:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T00:45:37.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;14 March 2oo8&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;SJI Campfire. Cute emcees clad in emporor robes who looked more like primary kids, amazing exploding campfire, cool man-in-blacks abseiling down from the second level! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272636501991561986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SSwq9oL3GwI/AAAAAAAAAMc/-KkuavW0chA/s200/Picture+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272636658174849522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SSwrGuA28fI/AAAAAAAAAMk/gWaunTtcvF0/s200/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272636807212989074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SSwrPZOUepI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Wk_AQ7KttY0/s200/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272636953530221762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SSwrX6TERMI/AAAAAAAAAM0/AnpvETKV43A/s200/Picture+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-4747899054484001066?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/4747899054484001066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=4747899054484001066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/4747899054484001066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/4747899054484001066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2008/11/14-march-2oo8-sji-campfire.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SSwq9oL3GwI/AAAAAAAAAMc/-KkuavW0chA/s72-c/Picture+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-2886074573126910485</id><published>2008-11-25T22:30:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T00:15:50.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&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&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;14 March 2oo8&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Patrol Outing! Water-playing, basketball-playing, frisbee-playing, pretzel-playing! Grabbing onto the plate while eating pizza so pretzel won't get his hands on them, booking for the games room and not turning up even for a minute, scaring ourselves with The Maid and screaming our lungs out while scaring pretzel so much he hid under the sofa, celebrating NienPing's and my birthdays with a cake so expensive it broke our ever so rich patrol fund, forcing me to look the initially scary pretzel in the eyes romantically. Hahaha, the day was so fun-filled and memorable, despite the tiring fact of staying up the night before to complete camp galore structure, in fact any day with the patrol is. &gt;&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;*P.S. Monique's house is huge, pretty and finally a landed property with no (little) lizards! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272621874589757618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SSwdqM3gcLI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/oZnvpr3dLSs/s200/Picture+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272622270087722642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SSweBONkdpI/AAAAAAAAAKE/NyeHCdXNcWM/s200/Picture+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272622487148111378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SSweN20zJhI/AAAAAAAAAKM/bclQwgWuLPk/s200/Picture+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272622097405305778" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SSwiuxlOHJI/AAAAAAAAAMU/IqAO8GHb7a4/s200/Picture+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-2886074573126910485?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/2886074573126910485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=2886074573126910485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/2886074573126910485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/2886074573126910485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2008/11/14-march-2oo8-p.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SSwdqM3gcLI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/oZnvpr3dLSs/s72-c/Picture+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-571989608558777175</id><published>2008-11-24T05:01:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T06:29:57.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&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&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&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 February-14 March 2oo8&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Camp Galore. A month. Two weeks. That's how long (short) it was. From the planning stage. Meetings in family lounge, rejecting proposals, mix-matching proposals, accepting proposals. Cramping in the den, discussing details, picking up gadget poles, measuring gadget poles. Sending proposals to seniors, hoping for improvements, taking in their advices and suggestions, smiling at their encouragements. To the practical stage. Buying materials, drilling holes in the board, sawing sticks to exact measurements. Meetings in cybercafe, spreading materials all over the area, starting work anxiously. Putting miniature poles together, tying on nylon threads, completing a knot, a lash. Coping with a 6cm long pole with two pairs of thick fat hands, trying to replace our hands with thin tweezers, making miniature pots and pans out of aluminium foil and paint. Camping in macdonald's for more than 12 hours a day for the whole week of holidays, looking at the sky turning for bright to dark, packing to go home just to continue into the early hours of the morning. To the day before submission and the day itself. Reaching macdonald's at 8am, bringing the materials to team-mates, helping out for even just that hour, going to school for council camp, returning in the night from bbq, finding team-mates still burying their heads in the structure, begging parents to stayover for a night, staying-over for the night, ordering macdonald's in the midnight, staying up till the morning, bringing the materials to macdonald's again, touching up for the very last time, walking to school as a team, leaving the structure on the teachers' table, worrying if the teacher will remember, unbearing to leave the structure, afraid of not being able to see it again. All was done willingly, unconditionally, hoping that standards will be brought up. We had disagreements, we had arguments, we had failures, we had grumbles, we had fun, we had laughter, we had success, we had cheers. It was all not easy, but we did it, together. A light pat on the back, a simple msg on the phone, a small word of encouragement, a whole lot of differences it made. Thanks to all CG-mates, we had great times together, and they will live on as memories in our hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271979872815334418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SSnVwx4qxBI/AAAAAAAAAHU/hxq0IHcAHUU/s200/Picture+126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271980054098538738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SSnV7VN88PI/AAAAAAAAAHc/pDa9XsZWEdc/s200/Picture+133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271980253690023490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SSnWG8wRTkI/AAAAAAAAAHk/HBF8C_XTyPI/s200/Picture+722.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271980402331825410" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SSnXm5vjazI/AAAAAAAAAIs/FlkJRg5wo34/s200/Picture+785.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271982083687370642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SSnXxeBoz5I/AAAAAAAAAI0/ouLd7-XEomo/s200/Picture+800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271982289214728930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SSnX9brLauI/AAAAAAAAAI8/l1Vs1Yi3P5o/s200/Picture+829.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271982450252938082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SSnYGzlre2I/AAAAAAAAAJE/mCJkq-wRcD8/s200/Picture+150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271982607218992066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SSnYP8VTY8I/AAAAAAAAAJM/4vHe28W1NQc/s200/Picture+780.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271982748054033442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SSnYYI-_lCI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Lo5BU0iZpRw/s200/Picture+809.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271982879146349778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SSnYfxV1lNI/AAAAAAAAAJc/kmOWFMr0p40/s200/Picture+838.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271983169203353842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SSnYwp40OPI/AAAAAAAAAJk/-wmX__GwzAg/s200/Picture+831.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271983311314029714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SSnY47SpDJI/AAAAAAAAAJs/fsVeko1ENOs/s200/Picture+786.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-571989608558777175?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/571989608558777175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=571989608558777175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/571989608558777175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/571989608558777175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2008/11/1-february-14-march-2oo8-camp-galore.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SSnVwx4qxBI/AAAAAAAAAHU/hxq0IHcAHUU/s72-c/Picture+126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-4571560722092006949</id><published>2008-11-24T04:00:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T05:00:50.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;13 March 2oo8&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Council Day Camp! A day of fun and laughter! Lectures and talks, bonding games, a station game with two yellow-badge exco members trying to slow us down and stopping us from 'bombing' the stations, a bbq at Heidi's house. From the learning to the playing, from the mental exhaustion to the physical exhaustion, from the running to the eating, from the 'beautiful' singing to the cultured chess games, from the working together combining forces to complete a task to the Amanda Lau's success in deterring us from 'bombing' stations, it was all with laughters. I miss it. "The council is a group of fun-loving ppl who enjoys both the work and the play."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271954098363230626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SSm-Ugka6aI/AAAAAAAAAHE/FZJtkbyA9hE/s200/Picture+106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271953945877125922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SSm-Log5myI/AAAAAAAAAG8/441mofLqxyw/s200/Picture+104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271953784368041730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SSm-CO2IjwI/AAAAAAAAAG0/DYenY_DxCqY/s200/Picture+103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271953683177045650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SSm98V4UfpI/AAAAAAAAAGs/LrgLP8USdLo/s200/Picture+101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271954370184752258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SSm-kVLuLII/AAAAAAAAAHM/roazB2mJy78/s200/Picture+107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-4571560722092006949?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/4571560722092006949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=4571560722092006949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/4571560722092006949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/4571560722092006949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2008/11/13-march-2oo8-council-day-camp-day-of.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SSm-Ugka6aI/AAAAAAAAAHE/FZJtkbyA9hE/s72-c/Picture+106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-6567770040291546139</id><published>2008-11-24T03:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T03:52:39.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;7 March 2oo8&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday! Haha, this year’s birthday was quite fun, I guess? &gt;&lt; On the run early in the morning once I sensed something was ‘not too right’. Haha. Well, got ‘caught’ in class and birthday song was sang with the birthday cake. Hm, surprisingly, my birthday was celebrated by MANY, apart from my classmates and the ‘masterminds’ (haha), unknowns, okay fine, known but those who ‘wouldn’t be there under ‘normal circumstances’’ appeared that morning! Haha, reason being? The existence of male creatures in my class. Hah, hwa chong exchange program. My class was sure happening this week yea, with desperate ppl, even the green and white badges, appearing FREQUENTLY outside my classroom! Maybe sn’s really desprived! Opps, haha. Btw, SOMEONE said this to me this morning, “Wow, you are very lucky eh? Have the hwa chong guys singing birthday song for you!” Believe me, she said this out of jealousy and with total sarcasm. -.- Anyway, back to topic, went home and realized my mum bought the same cake that appeared in class that morning! Haha! Thanks to all my family members and friends! Thanks for all presents, well-wishes and hugs! Love you all! =)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271941558414518018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SSmy6lnqpwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/yIX78C-TrZ4/s200/Picture+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-6567770040291546139?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/6567770040291546139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=6567770040291546139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/6567770040291546139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/6567770040291546139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2008/11/7-march-2oo8_24.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SSmy6lnqpwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/yIX78C-TrZ4/s72-c/Picture+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-9141500420256317775</id><published>2008-11-24T01:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T02:00:55.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;21 February 2oo8&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Student Council Phototaking. Previous prefectorial and monitorial board to be replaced by new student council board. Funny happenings, two types of ppl, those asking for more daring poses and those rejecting daring poses. Haha, quite a fun day. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271914166892014754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SSmaAMPyrKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/QM2DcxSJvAs/s200/Picture+138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271913440605597826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SSmZV6nncII/AAAAAAAAAF8/Jrc5F5wF0Vw/s200/Picture+305.jpg" border="0" /&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/29213575-9141500420256317775?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/9141500420256317775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=9141500420256317775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/9141500420256317775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/9141500420256317775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2008/11/21-february-2oo8-student-council.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SSmaAMPyrKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/QM2DcxSJvAs/s72-c/Picture+138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-7104630861748617254</id><published>2008-11-15T15:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:24:03.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;14 February 2oo8&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day! Presents! Celebrating valentine's in st nics is unhealthy and fattening but fun and enjoyable! Love you all! You are all my Valentine! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SR5-epr0TPI/AAAAAAAAAF0/NCaA3ZkfB2s/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268787679120870642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SR5-epr0TPI/AAAAAAAAAF0/NCaA3ZkfB2s/s200/Picture+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-7104630861748617254?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/7104630861748617254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=7104630861748617254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/7104630861748617254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/7104630861748617254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2008/11/14-february-2oo8-happy-valentines-day.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SR5-epr0TPI/AAAAAAAAAF0/NCaA3ZkfB2s/s72-c/Picture+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-8524042255366308061</id><published>2008-10-26T17:20:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T17:48:08.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;7-10 February 2oo8&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chinese New Year: Reunion dinner, sparklers-playing!-cum-Grandpa's Birthday! =) A rare opportunity for my whole family to bond I guess? A simple family I have, we might not be financially accomplished, but surely emotionally. Let's treasure our family before it's too late for us to regret not doing so. =) *P.S. More than half the photos posted are of Glenda! Youngest being the cutest I guess? =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261391679418885890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SQQ32zv1ZwI/AAAAAAAAAEU/kp6K_Ja9PY0/s200/Picture+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261391902418027250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SQQ4Dye-QvI/AAAAAAAAAEc/NtVelN-JwRo/s200/Picture+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261392149707429890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SQQ4SLtXGAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/c6prwn5BWZU/s200/Picture+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261392318552696706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SQQ4cAtNZ4I/AAAAAAAAAEs/sh7JgPvypSg/s200/Picture+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261392682633560594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SQQ4xNA2ghI/AAAAAAAAAE0/go7-XTXI5Mw/s200/Picture+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261392816533436578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SQQ44_1EeKI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ghFDC_ch-j8/s200/Picture+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261393011700175282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SQQ5EW4ckbI/AAAAAAAAAFE/7_iSGzbcFi0/s200/Picture+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261393180799996322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SQQ5OM0_EaI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wRQyDplt6yI/s200/Picture+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261393310088193410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SQQ5VudsZYI/AAAAAAAAAFU/f0xTH7TIwmc/s200/Picture+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261393496521416002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SQQ5gk-1nUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/zy3hZMjTgXw/s200/Picture+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261393678626410418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SQQ5rLYDT7I/AAAAAAAAAFk/TrSCMhWDhPU/s200/Picture+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261393816440040210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SQQ5zMxYaxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/88AW3AQTG5I/s200/Picture+102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-8524042255366308061?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/8524042255366308061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=8524042255366308061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/8524042255366308061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/8524042255366308061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2008/10/7-10-february-2oo8-chinese-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SQQ32zv1ZwI/AAAAAAAAAEU/kp6K_Ja9PY0/s72-c/Picture+049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-8362496958519557206</id><published>2008-08-04T00:54:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T01:17:13.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;6 February 2oo8&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Chinese New Year Eve: Classroom Decorations! Well, 3Faith is never into such decorative events, we did put in some efforts though, haha, and I personally think the rats running along the top of the wall are so cute yea! =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230338511794472546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SJXlKjqOBmI/AAAAAAAAADc/nD4tYPi2rNA/s200/Picture+558.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230338804892810354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SJXlbniTvHI/AAAAAAAAADk/c3K1i1LwVng/s200/Picture+560.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230339044903127202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SJXlplpOiKI/AAAAAAAAADs/dCz7BpHPqvI/s200/Picture+546.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230339338018402466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SJXl6plWsKI/AAAAAAAAAD0/I9PfJpwsyGk/s200/Picture+548.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230339716730940594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SJXmQsZdbLI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jm46xwe8d9o/s200/Picture+554.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-8362496958519557206?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/8362496958519557206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=8362496958519557206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/8362496958519557206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/8362496958519557206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2008/08/6-february-2oo8-chinese-new-year-eve.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SJXlKjqOBmI/AAAAAAAAADc/nD4tYPi2rNA/s72-c/Picture+558.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-4688492123188601684</id><published>2008-08-04T00:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T00:52:32.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;26 January 2oo8&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pioneer Training! Well, no obstacles can stop me, other than, HEIGHTS! =// (No other photos taken, haha!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230334473608398162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SJXhfgPohVI/AAAAAAAAADU/J47GHrKopE8/s200/Picture+144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-4688492123188601684?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/4688492123188601684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=4688492123188601684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/4688492123188601684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/4688492123188601684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2008/08/26-january-2oo8-pioneer-training-well.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SJXhfgPohVI/AAAAAAAAADU/J47GHrKopE8/s72-c/Picture+144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-2300414654224334269</id><published>2008-08-04T00:26:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T00:40:13.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;18 January 2oo8&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Wenjing's very last Guides session before her migration to the US.. We cried.. really badly.. "Hm.. my dear friend, hope you're having a good time over there! Make new friends, and keep old ones, keep in touch! You promised an ice-skating session! Haha! ^^"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230331136904221506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SJXedSDXU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/OaUcFyeU0dc/s200/Picture+129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230330132884638642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SJXdi1ycS7I/AAAAAAAAAC0/N1SwOIXuyKY/s200/Picture+134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230330446853484690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SJXd1HacsJI/AAAAAAAAAC8/OgQKIEVDKP0/s200/Picture+131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230330671628829586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SJXeCMxEQ5I/AAAAAAAAADE/Ac-AEzrH4q8/s200/Picture+132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-2300414654224334269?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/2300414654224334269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=2300414654224334269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/2300414654224334269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/2300414654224334269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2008/08/18-january-2oo8-wenjings-very-last.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SJXedSDXU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/OaUcFyeU0dc/s72-c/Picture+129.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-8663618977854285367</id><published>2008-08-03T23:46:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T00:25:29.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;13 January 2oo8&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Cousin's 21st Birthday Party (He's an NPCC CI! Haha, I find it cool! ^^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230326846266241490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SJXajiLjcdI/AAAAAAAAACk/lSR_gTeTRcg/s200/Picture+736.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230319305420001426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SJXTsmVtUJI/AAAAAAAAACU/mKHZGlnEzMU/s200/Picture+758.jpg" border="0" /&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/29213575-8663618977854285367?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/8663618977854285367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=8663618977854285367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/8663618977854285367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/8663618977854285367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2008/08/13-january-2oo8-cousins-21st-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SJXajiLjcdI/AAAAAAAAACk/lSR_gTeTRcg/s72-c/Picture+736.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-7228781087530871031</id><published>2008-07-01T17:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T18:13:00.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5 January 2oo8&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;CCA Fair: Gateway 'o8!! After months of dicussion, planning, designing, trialing, building, here's our masterpiece! =))) *P.S. Grr!! I'm not in the Sunflower Patrol photo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217981844505301762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SGn-124tEwI/AAAAAAAAABs/ZRili2wMO2I/s200/Orientation+Gateway+%27o8_1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217982011909147202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SGn-_mg5CkI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6qtKVOts07Y/s200/Orientation+Gateway+%27o8_2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217985978772876850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SGoCmgO57jI/AAAAAAAAACM/R_GN2Tytj44/s200/Orientation+Gateway+%27o8_Sunflower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-7228781087530871031?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/7228781087530871031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=7228781087530871031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/7228781087530871031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/7228781087530871031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2008/07/5-january-2oo8-cca-fair-gateway-o8.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SGn-124tEwI/AAAAAAAAABs/ZRili2wMO2I/s72-c/Orientation+Gateway+%27o8_1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-7202175757609019258</id><published>2008-06-29T16:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T17:10:51.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2-5 January 2oo8&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A week of fun and lesson-skipping to join this bunch of 36 'kids' with 4 other PSLs in the name of 1Faith'o8 to embark on this journey with them to settle into the big SN Family..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SGdOuDQdvjI/AAAAAAAAABM/T5Xhy3PjpxA/s1600-h/Picture+138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217225246387322418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SGdOuDQdvjI/AAAAAAAAABM/T5Xhy3PjpxA/s200/Picture+138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217225538904707170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SGdO_E-C0GI/AAAAAAAAABU/SYYVwKF90OY/s200/Picture+139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217225893289861762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SGdPTtKDIoI/AAAAAAAAABc/53vpxczGPPI/s200/Picture+140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217226298597000562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SGdPrTCzRXI/AAAAAAAAABk/HMEvtamAFDQ/s200/Picture+141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-7202175757609019258?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/7202175757609019258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=7202175757609019258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/7202175757609019258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/7202175757609019258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2008/06/2-5-january-2oo8-week-of-fun-and-lesson.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/SGdOuDQdvjI/AAAAAAAAABM/T5Xhy3PjpxA/s72-c/Picture+138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-4052511947768906834</id><published>2008-06-29T16:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T16:40:37.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hello! So, it'd been almost 7 months since my last post yea! Think many had deleted my blog link alr! Since even I almost forgot my user and pass! Hah! Anyway, I promise I wouldn't delete my blog in anyway (unless I go insane one day, which actually I'm not far from), cos it still afterall contains much of my memories.. So! I wanted to relive my blog last week.. yet was too busy/lazy (whichever way you put it) to do so.. Hm.. my plan was to post pictures of my life for the past 7 months and going since it would be simpler and afterall pictures speak a thousand words! =))) Captions will be given! And I'll still post a few words when I'm free though! =))) Hope I will persever.. =//&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life's tough..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-4052511947768906834?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/4052511947768906834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=4052511947768906834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/4052511947768906834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/4052511947768906834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello-so-itd-been-almost-7-months-since.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-3866956221129994234</id><published>2007-12-31T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T23:55:56.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hello! Been ages! And it's 15.. 14.. 13 mins to 2008?! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;2007 had been a great year filled with wonderful memories! Thx all who'd played a part! Love you all!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;BUT I hope 2008 would be an even btr year ahead! Maybe I'll really make some changes to my life and hopefully for the btr! And here wishing everyone a very HAPPY NEW YEAR!! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love my life now, I will treasure it and make it even btr!! &gt;&lt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-3866956221129994234?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/3866956221129994234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=3866956221129994234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/3866956221129994234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/3866956221129994234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2007/12/hello-been-ages-and-its-15.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-6546663572207884554</id><published>2007-10-27T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T11:14:14.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Pls ignore this post. Pls forgive me if I had been emo in this post, if you must read it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;It all ended just like that.. It's as though I still hav loads of things incompleted and it's 'time's up'.. or rather they seem to pop up from nowhere just right before school ends to ruin my wonderful holidays.. I'm really at a loss now.. totally clueless as to what to do..&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I don't know what subjects to choose.. it concerns our whole academic future and they make us decide in 4 days. Thx man. All my humanities are on par.. what to choose? I don't know what to do for gateway proposal and ther's so many restrictions.. I'm sory for not being able to accept some of the ideas or being negative in your words.. but I really can't risk it.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I am not even prepared and I have got piano exam next week.. marvellous.. I really don't know, don't know, don't know. Ther's really nth I can do abt anything..&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Ther's still so much to be done.. let's forget abt a holiday.. and spend our time in school.. Really at a loss..&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-6546663572207884554?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/6546663572207884554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=6546663572207884554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/6546663572207884554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/6546663572207884554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2007/10/pls-ignore-this-post.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-6007005115490408660</id><published>2007-10-15T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T16:56:43.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The wk passed sooo quickly.. and I slacked it all away.. I rock..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Tues: No school.. spent the entire day with the com and tv.. oh and the bed.. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Wed: Reflection Day.. well.. didn't see many crying this yr.. Maths extended lessons.. for next yr?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Thurs: Holiday again.. went out with mum.. she gna buy me new stuff! Clothes and shoes! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Fri: Games Carnival.. haha.. so proud of my class for the first time.. captain's did well though they didn't win =).. we (table tennis) won overall champs.. but I thought it wasn't that honourable.. yes we won all games.. but we didn't even had to play semis did we.. cos all the 3 other classes went for the test and we simply walked-over? Anyway.. quite a fun day.. very tiring though..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Sat: Slacked.. but did my piano work though.. it was torturous pls..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Sun: Piano lesson.. TRIED to do some maths hw.. and my calculator broke down -.-.. watched drama till 2am..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Mon: Have not decided whether to go out with them or not.. probably not though.. very lazy.. shall stay at home and do some work.. or watch some drama..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My life is boring isn't it? T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-6007005115490408660?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/6007005115490408660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=6007005115490408660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/6007005115490408660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/6007005115490408660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2007/10/wk-passed-sooo-quickly.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-6138506626257007583</id><published>2007-10-09T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T10:55:02.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;EOYs OVER!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And am &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; posting after &lt;em&gt;2 1/2&lt;/em&gt; months.. =)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Haha! Ytd was quite a fun day! Last day of exams! Actually ther wasn't even the exam atmosphere anymore.. though ppl still studying here and there.. but the tense atmosphere gone! Whee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Anyway.. met Ching and Yee Ching after the paper.. but didn't get to play ball.. cos why??.. MISS LIM don't allow.. after exams alr still don't allow.. nvm lor.. so we went out! Went macs and saw Charlyne (fyi: Ching's senior).. so we went AMK Hub tgt.. and loiter ard.. haha.. cos nth to do mah.. saw loads of ppl.. aikky and xinying go watch movie leh! I too poor to spend on movies.. so nv watch.. haha! Then we randomly called some ppl.. cos.. still nth to do.. so went Ching's hse! It was raining lah.. so 12 smth felt like 5 smth.. then we youtube-d and played MAHJONG! Haha! I feel so dumb lah! I was the only one who didn't know how to speak Cantonese or play mahjong.. sad case.. anyway.. I learnt.. then went home lor.. reached at ard 7! Haven been out for such a LOOOONG time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;FREEDOM! HERE I AM!&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/29213575-6138506626257007583?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/6138506626257007583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=6138506626257007583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/6138506626257007583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/6138506626257007583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2007/10/eoys-over-and-am-finally-posting-after.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-1785610168861856430</id><published>2007-07-16T19:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T19:12:24.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/RptSTGcC81I/AAAAAAAAAAk/Yjuo6TZT8d8/s1600-h/patrol+outing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087750692144345938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/RptSTGcC81I/AAAAAAAAAAk/Yjuo6TZT8d8/s200/patrol+outing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Such a nice photo!!&lt;br /&gt;Sunflower is love.. =D&lt;/em&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/29213575-1785610168861856430?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/1785610168861856430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=1785610168861856430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/1785610168861856430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/1785610168861856430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2007/07/such-nice-photo-sunflower-is-love.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/RptSTGcC81I/AAAAAAAAAAk/Yjuo6TZT8d8/s72-c/patrol+outing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-8517877736010694312</id><published>2007-07-16T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T19:04:38.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I wonder if anyone reads my blog.. haha.. seriously I hope not.. =P Well, today, Carol told me&lt;/span&gt; that she had been so random she went to read my blog posts and commented that my blog's emo! Haha, ok then! I shall pronounce the emo fad over! I shall not be emo on my blog again.. provided I'm able to.. haha! Ok.. actually.. I'm emo on my blog cos whenever I post.. I thought of her.. then I become very emo.. yea.. so.. I had decided nv to think of her again.. not exactly.. but still.. I shall not be affected because of her.. XD Eh, am not les ok.. it's just.. ah nvm.. you'll nv understand.. haha! Just know that I've decided she is so insignificant(maybe?) in my life.. I shall not bother much abt her again.. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I'm still wondering if I shld take away this art of suan-ing I hav in me.. hmm.. haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And I'm starting to think if I'd been trueful in this post.. HAHA! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-8517877736010694312?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/8517877736010694312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=8517877736010694312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/8517877736010694312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/8517877736010694312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-wonder-if-anyone-reads-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-6227072646474816522</id><published>2007-07-08T09:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T09:39:42.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;6.6'o5 GATHERING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It rocked man!! Haven't been sooooo happy for such a looooong time!! We had so much fun joking and reminiscing abt the gd times!! (sounds old.. but nvm!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;We had steamboat at Marina Bay and we saw the fireworks from the NDP rehearsal!! So pretty!! Haha! Our dinner ended with such a perfect ending.. when we left.. the restaurant was playing our song.. OURS! =)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I had nv been so happy with my Secondary friends without feeling sad or otherwise after that before.. it is my Primary friends that will bring me such happiness, pure happiness.. =))) All the memories, regardless if they are the beautiful ones or the not-so-beautiful ones, they are brought to me by 6.6'o5.. and I treasure them.. I love you guys.. I really do.. I'm glad I've come to know every single one of you.. =))) THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES!! =)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-6227072646474816522?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/6227072646474816522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=6227072646474816522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/6227072646474816522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/6227072646474816522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2007/07/6.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-6911638842428635515</id><published>2007-06-25T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T01:07:56.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Term 3 started an hour ago..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And I'm slacking away here.. refusing to finish up the last few hw left.. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Haiz.. I can't afford to slack any longer this term..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;OHOH! PATOL OUTING WAS LIKE FUN FUN FUN!!! All the madness at the beach.. the frisbee.. the marching.. and the zhong ji mi ma!! Many many fun and crazy times tgt!! Another one during dec hols!! Haha! I think we got closer after this patol outing!! =))) I love SUNFLOWER!! =)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope you won't change as you claimed before.. I know she won't.. as much as you will..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-6911638842428635515?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/6911638842428635515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=6911638842428635515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/6911638842428635515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/6911638842428635515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2007/06/term-3-started-hour-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-4005499293772589958</id><published>2007-06-19T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T16:31:25.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/RnfvlIdV7vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1H8X81--EoM/s1600-h/DSCN8809.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077790526088277746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/RnfvlIdV7vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1H8X81--EoM/s200/DSCN8809.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This post shall be dedicated to SUNFLOWER &lt;333!!&gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Last Saturday left SUNFLOWER with:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Transferred: Dew &amp; Seowshan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Left (Sec4s): Liudi, Jiayin &amp;amp; Mindy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Though Dew &amp;amp; Seowshan left us for another patrol, I know they'll come bac for patrol meetings and outings, right? Yup! We'll miss you two loads for the times that you two are not with us, but I believe we'll stay united as always! Also, even if the Sec4s are not with us, their spirits will always live in us, and we'll make them proud, right? Whatever it is, I believe SUNFLOWER will stay hip and cool always! =)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Haha, anyway, I am so proud of SUNFLOWER! We always hav so many leaders in us right?! Egoism. Haha. I'll show you! Seowshan left us to become the PL of Sparrow! We've got 2 (3 I mean, since Stephanie was from SUNFLOWER too!) commanders once again! AND. Carol's the ACL! Pro right! We rock, and shall rock on, haha! We shall make history in SNGG and make a difference!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;OHOH! PATROL OUTING TMR! WE GNA TURN SENTOSA UPSIDE DOWN! &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-4005499293772589958?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/4005499293772589958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=4005499293772589958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/4005499293772589958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/4005499293772589958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-post-shall-be-dedicated-to.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_i7b6HTVsU4Y/RnfvlIdV7vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1H8X81--EoM/s72-c/DSCN8809.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-4406329674870817731</id><published>2007-06-19T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T23:30:56.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;CAMP HOLLYWOOD ACTION DAY 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Met up with Carol and went to sch tgt in Rachel's father's car.. First thing we did after falling in, PT.. Pitched the tent and had plain fun on the first day.. Night Trail was FUN.. Guides Own wasn't as great as last yr =P.. 3 ppl slping in a 6-men NP tent was total cooling.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;CAMP HOLLYWOOD ACTION DAY 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;6.45: Fall in. Had the usual morning.. PT was *faints*.. Inspection was much btr than last yr, only my WORLD BADGE was confiscated -.-.. Had enrolment rehearsal and enrolment before campfire preparation cos was raining.. then we had emcee practice.. ok.. let's skip this part cos it hurts just thinking abt it.. ohoh we didn't bathe!! YUCK.. then campfire.. it hurts too.. well.. evaluation.. bathed.. and slept..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;CAMP HOLLYWOOD ACTION DAY 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;PT was cancelled.. cleared the campfire site for practically the whole day.. then we had.. FAREWELL.. manito was a total funny issue.. then PROMOTION.. T.T.. then home..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-4406329674870817731?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/4406329674870817731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=4406329674870817731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/4406329674870817731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/4406329674870817731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2007/06/camp-hollywood-action-day-1-met-up-with.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-2548915142324105087</id><published>2007-06-17T09:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T09:59:11.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This post is dedicated to the Sec4s.. (I don't know why.. but I still hope they don't read it.. still afraid I suppose?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;In the past.. I didn't dare interact or even talk to the Sec4s.. I don't know? Scared? I mean.. they hav to be respected right? I don't know what I was thinking then.. they were like saints to me.. I was childish right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Now.. when I finally talked to them and even played with them.. they hav to go.. it is just when Sunflower became so bonded that.. they hav to go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I'm really sorry to those I've let down in Guides.. like May, Jolyn and Hilda during the campfire.. or Jiayin and Liudi for not being really enthusiastic during patrol times? Ther are many many many many more.. but I just can't list them all out now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And I really wna thank every single one of them for encouraging us in the path of Guiding.. leading us in areas that we don't really understand.. putting in so much effort to make Guides the best CCA ever and making us love Guides more than ever.. for everything they did for us.. or even just simply being ther..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Sec4s.. though I don't really know every single one of you.. but I know for the fact that all of you had made a difference in my life.. you had made my life brighter.. and I'll continue to work hard in Guides I promise.. the Red Badge really rock and I love them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;"&gt;Hilda Adeline Junyin Rachel Tay Peixuan Rachel Ng Selina Xunmin May Yanni Fangting Limzhen Liudi Jiayin &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Erica Mindy Jolyn Liyin Vanessa Xinhui Valerie Charis Jieying Weiting Yihui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know why I've this sudden urge of posting this.. but yea.. I'll miss the Red Badge..&lt;/em&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/29213575-2548915142324105087?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/2548915142324105087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=2548915142324105087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/2548915142324105087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/2548915142324105087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-post-is-dedicated-to-sec4s.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-2606879238394303820</id><published>2007-06-17T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T09:20:25.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Just came bac from camp ytd.. and am feeling miserable now.. so many things happened in such a short time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The Sec4s left.. and I know.. I trust tt they wld come back.. they simply love Guides too much and we simply love them too much don't we? Without them, what wld become of Guides, I can't imagine. I'm not saying that the batches tt followed are hopeless, but.. the Red Badge is just too gd to be true, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Farewell was.. I don't know? I just hav this feeling that the Blue Badge had let them down.. our level item/present was ----.. we can't even be compared to the Green Badge, in my opinion though.. but tt's not the point.. seeing the powerpoints/videos made many cried..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Farewell was bad enough.. then ther was promotion.. the worst part is.. ther came 4 new patrols.. So what if you were promoted to PLs/PSes.. but has to leave you beloved patrols? All of us cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It all ended just like this..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just when we bonded as time passed..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We didn't even had the time to look bac..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it's gone..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just like that..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-2606879238394303820?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/2606879238394303820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=2606879238394303820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/2606879238394303820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/2606879238394303820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-came-bac-from-camp-ytd.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-6812460268711214824</id><published>2007-06-01T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T21:16:40.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Failure. What more do you expect to hear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The past few wks/days had been depressing I must say. PPR was darn, needless to say. The worst thing tt "happened" was tt I'd been doin a lot of crappy stuff tt gav a very bad impression (if you know what I mean). I don't know, I can't help it, can I? It just happened. Tried.. but failed. Scolded on North D was.. kinda wake-up call for us all. I can't say tt I'm happy they scolded, but at least I hope it woked some of us up? The Sec4s are leaving afterall. They set a good example, we didn't wna follow. What can they say? It's up to us afterall. The Sec3s now perhaps. It's us next. It didn't really concerned me, but I just felt.. nvm. Who'd understand. I'm just crappy, ain't I? Anyway, I failed my CWI logbook. Oh wells, nothing's goin smoothly, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Jealous? Envy? Or what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I said I'd be happy, but am I? I really don't know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-6812460268711214824?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/6812460268711214824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=6812460268711214824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/6812460268711214824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/6812460268711214824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2007/06/failure.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-49251528282871851</id><published>2007-05-19T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T17:44:42.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Isn't feeling exactly great now.. after reading the seniors' blogs.. I really admired them.. now Sec4s will be gone after the Camp.. I think we shld treasure the Sec3s before another year just pass by so quickly again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well, many things had happened in the past wk.. Jubilate was like.. we were all treated like trash can.. every single problem that cropped up were our fault.. they hav no food, our fault.. we hav no food, we eat leftover vegetarian ones.. and then Ms Gwee had to scold the CLs till they cry and I heard that Ethel cried too.. dumb pls.. then the next morning we had Guides.. the supposedly "new" Horseshoe Formation is funny can.. I wonder how are we gna do it at the Sec1 Quad.. anyway.. this wk was like fill with tests.. well failed my History test.. though the cohort average is fail.. but still.. yea.. and had emcee meetings on Mon and Tues.. Gateway on Thurs was cancelled.. and so.. ytd was Sec4s' last Guides session with us and ther we were doing Gateway.. was quite a regret.. at the end of the day.. the Sec4s and some Sec3s were crying.. shall not elaborate.. that's about all I guess..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've a lot to say.. but I don't know how to put it..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-49251528282871851?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/49251528282871851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=49251528282871851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/49251528282871851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/49251528282871851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2007/05/isnt-feeling-exactly-great-now.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-7146719437274815934</id><published>2007-05-09T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T18:50:52.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Many, many unfortunate things are happening..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I missed my Gold AGAIN by a few seconds, wasted my  As.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I didn't fail my Maths, but apparently it was badly done.. AND something happened during Macbeth rehearsal today, I do not wan to mention what, but it's really bad, I don't dare to even tell my bro.. Hope he won't be too angry.. and tt Macbeth turns out well enough to not waste it's effort..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well, had a good game of bball on tues though.. Jubilate on fri, hav got duty, missing lessons! Haha. Hope nth goes wrong anymore in the next few wks.. Btw, Farewell's coming, Red Badge's leaving, how sad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hope my PPR this term isn't too sad..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-7146719437274815934?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/7146719437274815934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=7146719437274815934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/7146719437274815934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/7146719437274815934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2007/05/many-many-unfortunate-things-are.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-523272237332567270</id><published>2007-05-01T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T09:40:32.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Buck up! Buck up!! Buck up!!! Jiayou! Jiayou!! Jiayou!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Am going insane..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Studying for Bio test now.. Haha, must do well this time! Actually I think life has been quite slack, but still I can't find enough time.. What's wrong with me?! Argh. Nvm. On a happy note, I did well in my 5 items!! (according to me at least=P) 4As 1C! Hahaha. Ok, enough. I hope tt'll be my motivation for 2.4 this Fri. =P Well, doing Macbeth ltr. Yitong &amp;amp; I are gna try our best to make this a gd one! =)) Hope it goes well. Haiz. Gtg. Life's boring, you see. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope that was all an illusion..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I'll be a changed person, you'll see..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-523272237332567270?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/523272237332567270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=523272237332567270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/523272237332567270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/523272237332567270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2007/05/buck-up-buck-up-buck-up-jiayou-jiayou.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-3821508088074734891</id><published>2007-04-28T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T15:25:18.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Perhaps, I was looking forward to Sports Day last yr, but not now anymore at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ytd was a total crap. Running up and down with cartons of bottles of water and buns from New Specs to Old Specs and bac over and over again.Wow, thx Carol for wanting to do duty and others for saying it's fun(?!) -.- Now, am aching all over. NAPFA on Mon? We'll see. Furthermore, was pissed by &lt;em&gt;some ppl&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The events were starting to make me like it all over. But, the person who wanted to make me like it is making me HATE it. Thx so much. Btw, who likes being ignored? Am I supp to get used to it? I'm starting to hate the idea of her being so arrogant, worse still, INDIRECTLY. Gross. How great, yea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;So what if you credited us for tt, do we deserve this? Maybe, yea. Thx for making us do tt though..&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-3821508088074734891?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/3821508088074734891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=3821508088074734891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/3821508088074734891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/3821508088074734891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2007/04/perhaps-i-was-looking-forward-to-sports.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-8279267920240551966</id><published>2007-04-22T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T23:14:36.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;TMR'S A HOL!! Haha! am FINALLY going out!! Haha, but more like study session lor.. with Aikky, Ching and her senior.. too bad.. next wk we've got another 4 tests..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I so don't feel like studying.. or doing the various project.. I'm bored..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ah, Gateway's postponed and postponed again and again.. Darn tt Lim.. Hav to continue only after Sports Day.. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;Don't be such a snob just b'cos you're gna be high-ranking..&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-8279267920240551966?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/8279267920240551966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=8279267920240551966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/8279267920240551966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/8279267920240551966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2007/04/tmrs-hol-haha-am-finally-going-out-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-3532038519797730116</id><published>2007-04-14T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T21:58:19.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Bah! I think am getting a sore throat due to the continuous shouting/yelling/cheering ytd! Argh! BUT IT'S FUN!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yippy! I think am happy! =P TRYING to do my oh-so-much hw... don't seem to be able to finish them! :P Wahaha am so high! THER'S NO TESTS NEXT WK!! except for the Maths Portfolio one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Bahbahbah.. Wahwahwah.. Lahlahlah.. I'm bored.. Nth to blog abt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ther's GATEWAY on mon!!!!! Ah, so excited!!!! =) Mock NAPFA on fri.. boring.. Wanted to go out on mon with Aikky, but gotta be pushed bac :P We goin Vivo on the 23rd! Haha! Ok, sianz.. I shall continue with my work..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;On a happy note, I PASSED MY FnF LOGBOOK! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it really going to happen like what she said??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-3532038519797730116?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/3532038519797730116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=3532038519797730116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/3532038519797730116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/3532038519797730116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2007/04/bah-i-think-am-getting-sore-throat-due.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-5529260264301848183</id><published>2007-04-14T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T13:22:24.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This wk was like totally crappy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I'd probably flunk all 5 tests..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ytd was RGS CAMPFIRE!! So fun!! We were all "high on drugs"!! Hahaha!! The Sec4s are like so hilarious!! It's just so totally totally fun!! Save tt I saw him. -.- Nvm, it just turned out so FUN FUN FUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I felt like crying, I think I'm obsessed with &lt;s&gt;her&lt;/s&gt; them..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-5529260264301848183?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/5529260264301848183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=5529260264301848183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/5529260264301848183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/5529260264301848183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-wk-was-like-totally-crappy-id.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-7868356066340586997</id><published>2007-04-08T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T14:36:34.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Blahblahblah.. Opps AM BACK! Realise my posts very short.. Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Was feeling darn crappy just now! Am screwed! Argh. Nvm.. what's wrong with me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Hm, can see tt this yr's camp not gna be fun at all.. is ther still gna be an EOY camp? Hope so! Haiz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hav so much to say.. but I just can't put them down in words..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;God bless.. am counting down..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-7868356066340586997?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/7868356066340586997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=7868356066340586997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/7868356066340586997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/7868356066340586997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2007/04/blahblahblah.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-7444432366506559198</id><published>2007-04-08T09:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T09:20:15.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yupp.. blog's dead for a wk or so..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Life's.. well.. I just don't know how to describe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;FINALLY completed my Thrift Badge &amp;amp; FnF Logbook!! Wow, I swear I'm not doing any until they come budge me. Heh. Still cold, Rachel Sim, do your job! Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;4 tests next wk for my class.. 2 History tests somemore! Argh! Shld go study now =D.. but hav got piano lesson in like less than an hour's time.. boo.. bored..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waiting for the day to come! Heh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-7444432366506559198?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/7444432366506559198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=7444432366506559198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/7444432366506559198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/7444432366506559198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2007/04/yupp.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-1491219158722653957</id><published>2007-04-01T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T14:39:17.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Another wk passed.. not as gd as the first but much slacker.. I mean, if ther's a wk wherby ther's simply NO TESTS, teachers AWAY and FREE periods, what's ther to complain? Once in a million.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I'm amazed, I didn't come online for a wk and my mood changed in a minute? or more? Happy after reading someone's blog, angry but touched after reading another. AM AMAZING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well, off to work.. lots of logbooks to do!! Argh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-1491219158722653957?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/1491219158722653957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=1491219158722653957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/1491219158722653957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/1491219158722653957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2007/04/another-wk-passed.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-7993300640053597993</id><published>2007-03-25T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T18:08:57.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ah, sch finally started and a wk had passed.. it's been not too bad.. we changed sitting arrangement and I'm like sitting right in front of the teacher's table.-.- I prefer the previous seat! Like right in the middle of the class?! Haiz.. well actually, it's just as I wished, no more distraction, I've been paying attention in class.. I kept my promise heh. Hope I continue to. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can deceive everyone but not myself, beginning to feel stressed.. can I quit this game?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I had been happy, don't spoil it pls. Quit it. I hope the happiness continues.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-7993300640053597993?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/7993300640053597993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=7993300640053597993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/7993300640053597993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/7993300640053597993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2007/03/ah-sch-finally-started-and-wk-had.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-3203286512669601986</id><published>2007-03-15T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T23:17:13.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;spent quite a bit of money today..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I'll do what I promised..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;or at least I hope so..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;darn! nth escapes your eyes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-3203286512669601986?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/3203286512669601986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=3203286512669601986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/3203286512669601986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/3203286512669601986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2007/03/spent-quite-bit-of-money-today.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-4721387954133949120</id><published>2007-03-14T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T22:38:42.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;freaked out` screwed up` let down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It's the hols(!) -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Went for Gateway on Mon n Tues.. I simply love it lah.. 9-5 on Mon, sunburnt(!).. haha.. Rachael and I kept talking bout the previous Gateway and the ppl.. miss it.. ha.. the completed structure looks quite cool.. supp it's even cooler when the decor is added! hahah.. I wna remain in Gateway..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Piano exam on Wed.. Pls refer to the 3 phrases above.. Wanted to return sch for Gateway.. but my mum don't wan me to.. SAD..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Proj tmr.. I'm starting to return to the previous 'me' again.. gta change..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some things aren't meant to be said or written.. but remembered and kept in your heart..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-4721387954133949120?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/4721387954133949120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=4721387954133949120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/4721387954133949120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/4721387954133949120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2007/03/freaked-out-screwed-up-let-down-its.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-7216167304721523664</id><published>2007-03-08T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T14:20:04.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;An 'undescribibly' unlucky start for my 14th yr on Earth..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;1. was almost late for footdrill in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;2. cried when I got bac ppr.. in the end.. is miscalculation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;3. a killer history test cos I forgot everything cos I was worried abt ppr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;4. fell face down during recess, now a bruise for each knee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;5. the list goes on until 10pm when I fell aslp..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Really super unlucky pls. Ther's happy memories too though.. this is the first ever yr my parents celebrated my birthday.. but my dad still did not.. unless maybe when I was a baby.. Yup.. Thx everyone for making my birthday a not-so-bad one.. thx for the cake.. and presents..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I was thinking of buying a birthday present for myself.. it isn't too ex afterall..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Jiayou for everything, Sher! Happy birthday to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-7216167304721523664?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/7216167304721523664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=7216167304721523664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/7216167304721523664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/7216167304721523664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2007/03/undescribibly-unlucky-start-for-my-14th.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-3465546094241619861</id><published>2007-03-04T08:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T14:23:46.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I made myself real happy ytd, by doing things I hadn't been able to since like o5/o6?! Haha. Prisoners get a gd meal before execution too. I'd a gd day before scolding on Mon. Great? Well, so many things is happening next wk..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Mon- Compre test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Tues - Tingxie, Dance test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Wed- History test, Summary test, Piano Studio Practice, NEW PIANO will be sent to my hse!! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Thurs- E-learning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Fri- E-learning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Sat- Piano Studio Practice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Sun- Piano Lesson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Argh, Piano Exam coming soon, I'm afraid I might fail AGAIN.. Haha.. isn't the first time afterall.. I've got even much more things lined up for the hols, I'm excited in fact! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-3465546094241619861?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/3465546094241619861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=3465546094241619861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/3465546094241619861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/3465546094241619861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-made-myself-real-happy-ytd-by-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-1663818351474865293</id><published>2007-03-03T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T13:30:21.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This is no small matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm in dead deep trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;If you don't see me alive next wk,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You'll know why.&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/29213575-1663818351474865293?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/1663818351474865293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=1663818351474865293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/1663818351474865293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/1663818351474865293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-is-no-small-matter.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-7360478919305894385</id><published>2007-02-27T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T15:18:40.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Heh.. I feel so happy today!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Bless everyone!&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/29213575-7360478919305894385?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/7360478919305894385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=7360478919305894385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/7360478919305894385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/7360478919305894385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2007/02/heh.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-5385427493826803367</id><published>2007-02-26T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T09:31:45.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Haha, Thurs was.. THINKING DAY.. just like last yr, we stood in front of the sch, the only diff. thing were tt we were in Guide U and stood in our company squad.. suppose this yr was btr than last.. well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Then.. Sat was the long-awaited THINKING DAY CELEBRATIONS at the indoor stadium.. we practised so hard for the performance, and guess what? I didn't get to perform! Argh! Ok, was feeling really bad.. I got so cold my fingernails turned purple.. so I missed the performance.. I watched it though.. What a stupid day to fall ill on.. missed all the fun..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And now.. I'm cope up at home for 2 days.. just cos the doctor said the virus is really bad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-5385427493826803367?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/5385427493826803367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=5385427493826803367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/5385427493826803367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/5385427493826803367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2007/02/haha-thurs-was.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-8970876217553111898</id><published>2007-02-19T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T17:26:55.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Oh gosh.. what's wrong with me again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Been having mood swings..-.- and I'm leaving a lot of things undone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I need to change.. for the better.. See what I can do in this new lunar new year! I'll show you! But first, pls treat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;me differently.. I'll change..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;***'* **** ** ****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;*** **** *** ** ****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;**** ****&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; **** ****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;******** *** *** ****&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This wk's gna be busy! Gd luck! Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold on ther..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-8970876217553111898?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/8970876217553111898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=8970876217553111898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/8970876217553111898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/8970876217553111898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2007/02/oh-gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-117145613018657049</id><published>2007-02-14T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T20:28:50.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Happy V. Day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Not exactly tt happy now.. I don't understand why must the world be so 'dark'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I might just go to sleep and nv wakes up.. I might lie down and nv find myself alive ever again.. I might drop dead anytime..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Pls stop givin me any additional stress.. be it sch work.. or whatsoever.. I beg of you.. HE is not ordinary.. so don't compare me with HIM.. Pls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;living in complete darkness..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-117145613018657049?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/117145613018657049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=117145613018657049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/117145613018657049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/117145613018657049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-v.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-117061040044370185</id><published>2007-02-05T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T01:33:20.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feels quite sad now.. I don't know is it touched, upset or whatsoever.. but the feeling is there..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Visited quite a no. of blogs today.. I miss them.. especially you.. T.T&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Justice is no longer the Justice I know.. it's now Justice-cum-Loyalty.. all the other classes doesn't matter anymore.. it's quite sad.. I once loved Justice a lot.. really a lot.. but now.. I can't feel anything.. I shld learn to love Purity.. it's quite a fun class afterall..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do you wan me to convey the msg? I don't understand you either..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Peace out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-117061040044370185?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/117061040044370185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=117061040044370185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/117061040044370185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/117061040044370185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2007/02/feels-quite-sad-now.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-116904129015486272</id><published>2007-01-17T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T21:46:08.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;What's your defination of "FRIENDS"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Why do ppl love to lie? Is lying very fun or even satisfying? I doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You broke my heart..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/3&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well I'm learning NOT to hate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-116904129015486272?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/116904129015486272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=116904129015486272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/116904129015486272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/116904129015486272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2007/01/whats-your-defination-of-friends-why.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-116888931896832683</id><published>2007-01-16T03:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T03:49:51.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hi! How's life? Haha. I can't really recall what happened in the 2nd wk.. all tt I know is 2P has &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;boring&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; tchrs.. real boring.. n what's worse is tt &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;most&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of them are..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hm.. I rem having this super dramatic time after the audition ushering.. 6 of us talked for hours n cried..-.- Brenda n WenJing didn't though.. we'll miss &lt;em&gt;you guys&lt;/em&gt;.. a great afternoon spent..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5378/3106/200/275282/Picture%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Oh anyway.. we'd rehearsal during Guides session on Fri.. rehearse till no lecture.. then we'd this rehearsal with the other schs on Sat.. well.. they got lots of ideas-.- Hm.. went Carol's hse after tt.. &lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Caleb!!&lt;/strong&gt; (I hope I spelt his name correctly).. had lots of fun n laughter.. took some photos.. but I've no time to put it up here.. next time maybe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Hav got lots of work to do.. hm.. I love Sec1.. n 1J.. 1J n 2P are 2 very different classes.. well.. gettin use to it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love Mondays=)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-116888931896832683?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/116888931896832683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=116888931896832683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/116888931896832683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/116888931896832683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2007/01/hi-hows-life-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-116815170239370608</id><published>2007-01-07T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T14:35:02.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Hey! First wk of sch is over.. tt's fast.. far too fast in fact..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tues.&lt;/strong&gt; Went to Hai Ching's hse to do Grand Prix.. met Aikky at Northpoint.. 3 ppl shared a plate of popiah-.- laughed a great deal.. had much fun.. wonder when we'd get e chance again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wed.&lt;/strong&gt; First day of sch.. not bad.. made some friends.. Ms Gwee is nice but quite blur at times =P Took some pics..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5378/3106/200/42793/Picture%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5378/3106/200/334113/Picture%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5378/3106/200/574542/Picture%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thurs.&lt;/strong&gt; Boring day. Did Grand Prix through e night with my dad's help.. remember being super pissed with the lackers tt only cared abt grades..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fri.&lt;/strong&gt; Another boring enrichment day. Went for Gateway aft sch.. reached home at 7+.. darn tired..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sat.&lt;/strong&gt; CCA fair.. reached sch at 6.20.. went for Gateway.. second to climb e bridge.. more steady than e trial.. helped Sec1s down e bridge.. took pictures with e bridge.. took down e bridge n was almost killed by e tripod when it came down ON me.. went Macs n home..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Starting lessons officially next wk aka tmr.. hope it'd be fine.. hope irritating ppl wld get off my back..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Missing Gateway..&lt;/em&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/29213575-116815170239370608?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/116815170239370608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=116815170239370608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/116815170239370608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/116815170239370608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2007/01/hey-first-wk-of-sch-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-116758906297487813</id><published>2007-01-01T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T02:29:43.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Happy 2007!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I promised myself I'm gna be happy this year. Real happy. n I'm gna do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I'll walk out of e darkness b'cos u, my sunshine, my fren exist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Thank you all for all tt you'd done n all tt you'd not. Thank you for just being ther whether for me or not. Thank you.&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/29213575-116758906297487813?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/116758906297487813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=116758906297487813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/116758906297487813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/116758906297487813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-2007-i-promised-myself-im-gna-be.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-116745117276942947</id><published>2006-12-30T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T18:22:42.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hey!! Bac from chalet!! Marvellous 2 days!! Nv had so much fun with my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Reach Pasir Ris at like 2+. Checked in.. we booked 2 rooms.. those tt're separated by a door.. we wanted to play e x-box but yea.. it's kinda lousy.. so we played cards.. watch television.. n played with e laptop.. until we received a call to collect e BBQ food. Halfway through collecting e food.. it started to pour.. so obviously we were drenched.. no not me.. they.. haha. So.. we went bac n prayed for e rain to stop.. it actually did! My cousin n I started e fire.. we were very fast lor! E adults didn't help leh! Haha. We started to BBQ.. but tian kong bu zhou mei.. e sky darkened n it started raining.. Sad! we were like BBQ-ing while holding an umbrella!! So pathetic! Haha. So when it got heavier.. we took e half-cooked food n e charcoal bac to our rooms upstairs n did indoor cooking! Haha. So hilarious lah. Then we spent e rest of e night eating.. playing.. chatting.. had lotsa fun..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Woked up early in e morning 6am.. cldn't slp e night b4 cos my cousin had a nightmare n was crying e whole night.. wanted to watch e sunrise.. but didn't afterall.. a regret.. I MUZ watch it e next time!! So we went swimming.. then to breakfast. I saw Yitong. Haha. Such a small world. Then we packed up n checked out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;We'd 4 free tickets to Escape.. so 2 of my cousins, my bro n I went.. I think my fear for heights is getting worse-.- Oh yea! We saw Fiona Xie n e Huang Jun Xiong n some young actors ther.. I didn't bring my camera though.. Anyway.. we were real tired.. so roamed in Escape for only one n a half hours.. n went home..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Chalet also marked e last 2 days of my parents' "holiday". They're gna go bac to work today. Sad. It was great this 2 wks with my parents. I love them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Photos available at 'Albums'.. only 20-odd photos though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-116745117276942947?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/116745117276942947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=116745117276942947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/116745117276942947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/116745117276942947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2006/12/hey-bac-from-chalet-marvellous-2-days.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-116701376370918803</id><published>2006-12-25T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T10:36:24.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Merry Christmas!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n year's ending.. New Year's coming.. sch's starting.. all e miseries coming back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;This year is quite a gd one, I suppose.. or rather, I admit.. just hope tt next year's btr.. new year means new challenges.. new difficulties.. it isn't gna be easy.. but it isn't gna bring me down either..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Went Velocity e day b4 ytd.. my cousin bought me a Billabong wallet! Christmas present!! Haha. &lt;s&gt;She's annoying.-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Went IMM ytd.. bought lots of stuff!!! X) First.. we went Challenger.. bought mouse for my bro n ear phones for myself.. I wanted a Thumbdrive! Super cheap! Haha.. I didn't buy anyway.. Then.. we went shopping.. bought lots of junk for Chalet on Thurs!! Haha. Super fun!! Then we went to buy me a DIGI CAM!! It's super clear. Haha. Thank You Mum!! My mum's Super Nice!! I nv denied tt!! Haha. Glenda's super cute! Ha. &lt;s&gt;Been 6/7 years.. she's ageing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Been going out.. n I bought lots of stuff this year.. been spending too much.. shall be thrifty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Oh yea.. btw.. we'll noe our classes for next year tmr.. I'm scared.. seriously..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-116701376370918803?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/116701376370918803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=116701376370918803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/116701376370918803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/116701376370918803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas-n-years-ending.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-116667422998353744</id><published>2006-12-21T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T12:10:29.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hey!! Class gathering was fun!! Sad thing is.. only abt 20 ppl went.. of e 14/15 who didn't.. some is b'cos they hav "more impt" things to do.. or wasn't allowed to.. didn't want to.. overseas.. worse still.. "bu xiang jian dao mo mo ren". Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I reached Castle Grn at like 3 sth? Ther was only like 4 of them ther.. so we went to e bball court.. sat ther chatting.. waited for ppl.. n started to play bball/soccer when it was abt to rain..-.- &amp; when it finally did.. we went into shelter n continued chatting.. waiting.. until we were allowed in e function room.. In e function room, we split into 2 grps.. 1 grp with UNO n 1 with Poker cards.. I played UNO n was 1st in e first game n Last in e second..-.- Then e Pizza came!! We ate while we played "Dai Di"? Lol. Then we had this "Left-hand Side Wacko"(Haha. I created e name!) Joey is so blur!! Haha. Then.. e Pizza came again..(B'cos ther wasn't enough=/).. we ate n chat.. they kept wacking my bac!!-.- Then.. I went.. it was only like 7 lah.. I'd nv attended a full CG b4..-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Went to some Furama Riverfront hotel for my cousin's wedding.. well.. seriously.. I dun understand how a family can become so "gan ga" when we meet.. forget it.. I just hope things will get btr.. oh yea.. my cousin's wife's pregnant again.. hah.. oh btw.. can anyone tell me how a plump round shortie can become a tall, handsome, cool guy in just less then a year? Gosh. They r not e same person!! I can nv believe it.-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-116667422998353744?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/116667422998353744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=116667422998353744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/116667422998353744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/116667422998353744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2006/12/hey-class-gathering-was-fun-sad-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-116617646810578575</id><published>2006-12-15T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T08:32:31.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hey! I'm happy today! n I'm contented with tt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Was feeling very sick ytd.. sore throat.. fever.. CIP in e morning.. went Vivo after tt.. I want tt shoe tt cost $145.95.. n tt jacket tt is $114! Haha.. e jacket's not worth it. Anyway.. it was quite fun lah.. shall go again next time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;1.2km everyday x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I did hw today!! I'm nice.. cos my mum asked me to do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Anyway.. I did sth to my com!! Cool!! Haha. Bored again. BB!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-116617646810578575?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/116617646810578575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=116617646810578575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/116617646810578575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/116617646810578575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2006/12/hey-im-happy-today-n-im-contented-with.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-116580664816265986</id><published>2006-12-11T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T09:54:29.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hey! I added a Hw Checklist below e tagboard! Apparently, I'd only finished Maths.. n if I wna go Class Gathering, I got to finish &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ALL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my hw b4 20th. Hah, good luck to me, man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(This part of e post had unfortunately been deleted. I'll post next time. Maybe.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Gosh. Random got me again. Gtg. Hw, remember?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-116580664816265986?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/116580664816265986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=116580664816265986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/116580664816265986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/116580664816265986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2006/12/hey-i-added-hw-checklist-below-e.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-116529163943737349</id><published>2006-12-05T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T12:07:19.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ohh.. bored.. my schedule for Nov was so very full n busy! n now? Dec is so boring! Oh gosh! Anyway, goin to watch movie tmr.. then SANA course on thurs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Btw, I might not be goin to 1J class gathering.. it's on e same day as my cousin's wedding.. haiz.. we'll c..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I'd been having this mix feeling which I really can't decipher..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Oh man, I'm random.--'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-116529163943737349?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/116529163943737349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=116529163943737349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/116529163943737349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/116529163943737349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2006/12/ohh.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-116439573213176644</id><published>2006-11-25T03:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T03:15:32.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5378/3106/1600/47412/P1080406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5378/3106/320/735369/P1080406.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5378/3106/1600/291321/P1080439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5378/3106/320/574085/P1080439.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I stole e pictures.=P Cos I think they looked very beautiful.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-116439573213176644?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/116439573213176644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=116439573213176644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/116439573213176644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/116439573213176644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-stole-e-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-116439499892113674</id><published>2006-11-25T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T20:37:41.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hey! Bac from Camp! Bac to reality world! were cut off from technology for 4 days 3 nights!! but Camp was so superbly fun, it's worth it! definitely! I think I'm very dark now. I love SNGG loads!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well, let's start with Day 1... ... all e way to Day 4!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Reached sch uberly early, at like 6.20. Put on scarf, belt n 3 items, crapped, settled stuff till we fall in at 7.15. Couldn't exactly rem what happened on Day 1, was super blur. Pitched our tents n kitchen shelters. Sagged a lot. Haha. Still not bad lah, at least it didn't collapse. We were sharing e kitchen shelter with Chausey. Haha. We are known as Ca-Chau, we were very close.=) Closer than any other patrols, like we were 1 patrol. Then we had lunch n this 'seminar', supposedly we talked abt our scarfs, flags n identity. After which was 'Showdown'! We play CAPTAIN'S BALL! Used to hate it in e past, but since Games Carnival, I love it. Anyway, we WON all 4 games! Haha. Heard someone said: "They are really GOOD!" Hehe. Then, it started pouring. So, we played this game, we called it 'Monster'. Hah. Was great. We were united. Then, 'Broken Telephone' was disastrous. We gav ridiculous ans! Haha. We'd lots of fun lah, no matter what. Then, High Tide. As usual, first day was quite bad. Was very slow, didn't noe what was happening. Blur throughout. A few exceeded bathing time. I didn't! Haha. E food isn't too bad. Btw, High Tide include cooking, eating, washing up n bathing. After all was done, it's COH/Duties. Eek, our duty of e day: WASH TOILETS!! Haha. First floor: DIRTY!! Everyone bathed here! Second floor: I didn't wash. Third floor: Cockroaches! Fourth Floor: Spotless. Haha. Then, we were taught a nice n meaningful song: Canadian.. Sth(I not sure). Last part: 'Are You Afraid Of The Dark'! E night trail! Purpose of trail: Build trust in Patrol Members. They told us True Ghost Stories to scare us. Then blindfolded us. We walked in a line, led by seniors. E last part was funny. Dun tell u what happenned! Haha! Then we went to ROOF TOP GARDEN! E scariest thing of all. E seniors told us ghost stories again ther. E seniors were freaked out themselves. Purpose of Roof Top Garden: It's e place wher e girl jumped off. AH!! Haha. Then, supper ends it all. Washed up n slept in tents. Our slpin positions were totally (!!!) Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Our patrol alarm rang at 5.30. Rise n washed up. Chat till we fall in at 6.30 for Colours. After Colours, we had PT. Tiring! I now noe y JiaLing was leading us in e stretching exercises. She is a RUNNER in JC lahs! Totally drained. Was saying 'How cld we be so tired when it's just 8.' during breakfast. Inspection was (!!!). Got a JC1 senior, she not tt bad, but isn't tt kind either. =P Anyway, they exercises sth called 'One for All, All for One'. Whole company was punished tgt. Went out marketing after tt. Cos we hav this 'BAGUS' competition. We had to do a 'meal', which is also our lunch, with ember cooking. With only 12 bucks. -.- We cooked 4 sambal chilli fishes n potatoes with onion n orange juice! E fish very nice!! Though we didn't win. Hehe. Then, we had water games!! Scary thing is this senior, a JC2, or rather, some JC2s came bac, they are all fierce, but this particular senior, an ex-CL, was uberly SCARY!! She DARN fierce lah! We at track, greet her till, I think Street 13 can hear lah! She's strict, but she is reasonable, not like.. (zip my mouth). We had water games anyway. Had fun. Played Captain's with water bomb! Oh yea, Adeline fell, was quite bad. She couldn't walk properly, or sit. Haiz. Anyway, we were suddenly called to fall in, n for some reasons, which I forgot, we got punished. 4 rounds, 40 squats n 40 jumping jets. Too sudden, spoil atmosphere. Then, as usual, High Tide, followed by COH/Duties. At night, it's Dear Diary!!! We've got to find this murderer by getting clues from ard e sch. Melissa was actually super tired n lagging behind, but when we got to this super dark staircase, she CHIONG up!! Was darn hilarious!! Then, for e rest of e journey, Yanni n I was leading, followed by Sarah, cos we cannot go in threes, for some reasons. E rest were behind, cos they darn scared. I think we disappointed e PL Patrols, cos they spent a lot of time on e trail, n lots of ppl were so unenthu. Sorry. Then, as usual, it's supper n wash up. We slept in MPR cos it poured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Day 3 was e most tiring day. Morning was e usual. PT was 4 rounds. Inspection was great, Aixin's darn kind. Then we had this hike, Fanny was our facilitator. For some reasons, we reached Tanah Merah MRT Station when we were suppose to go Expo. So, we walked to Expo from Tanah Merah n bac to Tanah Merah again. Then, we walked to Siglap CC. We refilled our 1.5l bottles at e wash rooms, n continued our journey to Temasek Pri, which we then had to walk to East Coast. We completed a game n was suppose proceed to Parkway Parade, with an underpass. 3 patrols met tgt n walked. It started drizzling. Then, it poured! We were all trapped in this tiny shelter. We went through some staircase n with our ponchos, we CHIONG to a bus-stop, with Cassandra n Kaili leading. I think we looked like some weirdos, with e same ponchos, running through e roads. We wanted to get on this bus, but e heartless bus driver wldn't let us on cos we were wet, despite we were so desperate. So, we took off our ponchos n went on e next bus to Tao Nan. Ther was these bunch of irritating boys on e bus.-.- We then took 76 bac to St Nic. E bus ride muz hav been at least an hour. E Sec 4s were so tired, they slept on e bus, they were so wet, I xin1 tong4!! When we reached, we had no more strength to run, despite e Sec 4s rushing us. Our High Tide was cut short! Very little time to cook. Lucky, got Chausey's help! So, High Tide was finally over. We had COH/Duties. Duty for e day: Clear Rubbish! OMG! It's EEUK to e end lah! E place wher we had to throw e rubbish at was damn scary! It was this small place, with a tiny staircase. I dunno how to describe. Melissa K. n Yee Ching was laggin behind, cos somehow, sth happened. So, Sarah n I went to throw first. I was darn scared. So, Sarah had to do e throwing. She was scared also, so she wanted me to at least follow her to e staircase. She went up e staircase n I followed behind. When I reached e bottom of e staircase, I tell u, I couldn't even move my legs lah! It's tt scary! After tt, we CHIONG bac arh! Dun dare to look bac at all! Anyway, it's Campfire after tt. Quite fun! We were enthu. Rachel Tay n Xun Min was standing beside us, so they keep telling us to be enthu. We were enthu! We kept cheering! Then it was our item. We sang this edited version of 'Home' n 'Wher I belong'. After tt was e fun part. After our item, Chausey CHIONG up. Like I said, we were very close. We had this combined cheer, put tgt nicely with actions! So hilarious lah! Then, we had e manito thing. My manito is Cassandra, n I'm Lim Zhen's manito! Haha! Very fun! I cant imagine if my manito is a senior, just like Rebecca. After Campfire, we went to MPR for Guide's Own. It's just like Reflection Day. We reflected on who we done sth wrong to or hurt in our Guiding Life. We were suppose to write to someone or a few ppl, which then e seniors will pass e letters to. I had a few ppl in mind, but I didn't write to them. I dunno y. I gav up e chance lah, I must say. However, I did write to someone still. Shldn't say. Anyway, I was surprise to receive 2, I thought like only PL/PS/Seniors or some impt ppl will get. I mean, who wld hurt me in their Guiding Life rite? Yea, but still, I received 2. Shldn't reveal anything. Anyway, I didn't eat. Washed up n slept in tents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Day 4 was usual. However, since e seniors weren't happy with inspection on Day 3, they commanded another extra inspection on Day 4. So, PT was done away with inspection. Still, after inspection, we had punishments. It's as gd as PT.-.- Were suppose to run 4 rounds, 200 squats n 40 jumping jets, but due to lack of time, we ran 2 rounds, with 200 squats n 40 jumping jets. Duty of e day: Orderlies 1: Serve meals. However, we were so kind, we helped Orderlies 2 do half of their duty. We washed e cups for them. N while I was walking down e stairs with a tray of cups, I couldn't c e steps n lost my balance. I dropped e cups!! Sorry, Rachel!! I broke her cup! Oh my gosh. Really sorry!=P Then we strike camp. Chausey had Cooks 1 duty, so we helped to strike e fire alters n stuff. We were e first 2 patrols to strike e kitchen shelter n tents. Haha! We had to wash e poles n stuff after tt. N since we were fast, Yanni, Liyin n I went to help Poros n Wolin Patrol to strike their kitchen shelter. They were short of Manpower, u c. We saw this real big cricket! n Erica crushed it! Eek! Anyway, we finished striking everything, n had this 'Prize Presentation'. Cabrera is e Most United Patrol! n Chausey is e Best Patrol! n also.. Liyin is e Best Camper!! Oh my gosh! Best Camper!! See! Ca-Chau, Ca-Chau is e best lah!=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I'm so engrossed.. it's 3am now.=P I love SNGG! I love Ca-Chau! I'll miss e gd times! I'll look forward to next year's EOY SNGG Camp! I hav loads to say. I dunno how to put it, but this is all in short! CIP tmr. Bac to sch on Mon. Busy, busy, busy again! -Peace out-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-116439499892113674?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/116439499892113674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=116439499892113674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/116439499892113674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/116439499892113674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2006/11/hey-bac-from-camp-bac-to-reality-world.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-116352039578401801</id><published>2006-11-14T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:08:57.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Great to be back! with a new skin! Sorry my dear humans for not posting!! ^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Gone back to sch every single weekday! Hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Had been tiring myself out with Gateway. Great fun though! Hav fun soaking our barefoot in mud n letting blisters pop out of our precious hand! Yep! Luv Gateway! (Save e part being scolded by Ms Lim! =P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Worse, I killed myself in Pre-Camp Trg today. Almost felt aslp! But outdoor cooking seems quite nice! I din't eat though. Axemanship, First-aid n Topo tmr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;How am I suppose to survive in camp?! Bathe in 3 mins? No way! Hah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Tiring. I'm dying. However, I came to love Guides more n more. n I mean e CCA n e members.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Yep. Tt's it. Gna slp now! Needa wake up early tmr!! Gd nite!! --Peace out--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-116352039578401801?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/116352039578401801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=116352039578401801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/116352039578401801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/116352039578401801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2006/11/great-to-be-back-with-new-skin-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-116149792213495813</id><published>2006-10-22T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T14:19:53.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love e clear blue sky,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I love e breeze of e vast blue sea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I love e green patches of grass,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I love lying on e patches of grass by e vast blue sea with e breeze under e clear blue sky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;but &lt;strong&gt;I hate e darkness of my life&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;know&lt;/strong&gt; what I wan &lt;strong&gt;for &lt;/strong&gt;myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;but I can't do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;dunno&lt;/strong&gt; what others wan &lt;strong&gt;of&lt;/strong&gt; me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I can't do anything abt it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Help me? Anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Drifting apart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-116149792213495813?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/116149792213495813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=116149792213495813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/116149792213495813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/116149792213495813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-love-e-clear-blue-skyi-love-e-breeze.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-116139931966057299</id><published>2006-10-21T10:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T10:55:19.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hi! It seems like I'm posting on every Sat. Not coincidence. But I feel like enrichment wks had been more tiring than usual sch days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ok, in brief, PBL Day on Mon was boring. REAL boring. Election Rally on Tues was like ok, quite new to me? Yea, but e trail in e zoo was yea, tiring. Wed. Day of Reflection. Yea, it wasn't what I expected. I suppose we all reflected. Quite a number of ppl cried. I tot abt it, it proved me RIGHT. Dun hav to be elaborated. Thurs. Sch Colours Ceremony was ok, not really tt boring, but yea, erm, quite long n draggy? For Math Day, J &amp; L went to do e trial for Math Trail instead. I think it's gd, I saw e Math Day thing, quite boring. Math Trail Commitee edited quite a bit of e trail stuff. Haiz, hope nth much will go wrong on e actual 'Calculate St. Nicholas' day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Anyway, finally, on Fri, which is ytd, we had FUN! Went Ice-Skating! 8 of us. No, actually 10. Erm, yea. I dunno how to explain. But it's 8 of us plus 2 from Diligence. Haha. It's really easy to mak frens with ppl ard ur age. We seem like 'old frens' even though we just made frens tdy. Haha. I think we'll be goin again, in Dec or so? Yea. Wanted to go Quek's condo, but too bad Carol's Mum wasn't able to pick us up. So, in e end, only 3 went to Quek's hse. Carol n I went home together in e MRT. We forgot abt e puzzles.-.- I suggest we buy it on Tues when we go Chinatown for e Hosting stuff together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I suppose this wk made me realise quite a bit. I'm really drifting away from e 3 of them. We had been having conflict quite often, n I cant really believe it when e 2 of them were making things difficult for e 2 of us. Had been quite annoyed by/with each other these few days. We can't be bothered, having cold wars, refusing to do anything for e others or helping each other had been common. They wasn't as great as I expected, n I assume I wasn't what they expected as well. It's all fate. If I'd tried, n ther's still no changes, I accept my fate.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;All misunderstandings n biasness will disappear once we step outta Justice this yr. This not onli will occur to us, but e whole of Justice. I dun wna think/care/bother abt it anymore. Ther's nth I can change. Ther's nth I can do ALONE, without e help of anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drifting apart...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-116139931966057299?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/116139931966057299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=116139931966057299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/116139931966057299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/116139931966057299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2006/10/hi-it-seems-like-im-posting-on-every_21.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-116079010000586368</id><published>2006-10-14T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T09:44:48.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hi! Haven posted for e past one wk! Haha. I wanted to post sth e other day.. but yea I think I've got senile dementia.. I cant rem what I wanted to post abt.. lolx.. Nvm anyway, I've got lots to say in this post! Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;THE SEA EXHIBITION. Cheers to e dancers! They did well! We've gotten e highest marks in e whole cohort for e decorations! All thx to ZLS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;THE GAMES CARNIVAL. Ok, this isn't sth to rejoice abt.. we were e onli Sec1 class tt didn't get into any of e semi-finals. Haha. Well, at e VERY least, WE PLAYED FAIR! Not like some other classes, will not comment on e class, they shld noe it themselves.. anyway, they didn't win after all. Bravo, Charity! Congrats, yea tt girl's softball is damn gd. This is e first time I c a REAL homerun. Though I was injured in e Justice-Charity game, my hand hurts leh! Haha. We had fun afterall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;THE SING TO THE DAWN MUSICAL/DRAMA. Ok, this IS sth to rejoice abt! Justice got 2nd place! Noe what? Firstly, we didn't expect ourselves to win, e drama classes were too gd for us. Secondly, even if we won, it'd had been 3rd, we expect e 2 drama classes to clinch e first 2 places. Well, we truely didn't expect Truth to not even receive any of e first 3 places. After all e effort we put in for e past month(?), we finally gotten our fruit of labour. TY JIALING &amp; SHAO, they really put in A LOT of effort to direct e musical/drama. TY XI YUAN as well! It's all thx to her musical talent! N yea, TY Loyalty (n any other classes) for supporting us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Haha. I shall update for all e enrichment activities! Ok, after e 3 days of enrichment, I really think Justice is e most united class in e whole cohort of Sec1! Win or Lose, we stay together as a class, I dun wan EOY to come.. We will treasure e times we hav left AS A CLASS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;GUIDES. Having GUIDES CAMP soon. 4 days 3 nights. Y did they split patrols? Argh! I hate it! Shldn't this be e time we bond with e patrol?! Huh?! Y?! FREAK lah. Of all e patrols, y shld I be in e same patrol as Prescilia?! N with all e seniors I dun noe?! Yea, just believe me, Prescilia SUCKS, ok? She does! Anyway, at least ther's still Yee Ching.. I shall be with her throughout e 4 days. Haiz.. Oh yea.. Yening's leaving, as in leaving St Nic. cos of IP. So saddening. She had just been e CL for a couple of months n she's leaving? Charlotte's taking ova her as e new CL. I think we'll miss Yening, though I dun noe her, she looks nice, n since she's e CL, she muz be sth. However, I think Charlotte will do a gd job too. Best Wishes for Yening in her new sch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Y is everyone leaving? Ms Choo's leaving us as well! We'll hav a new principal soon. Mrs Goh didn't come ytd, she muz be too sad. It's so quiet without Mrs Goh, n even quieter without Mrs Goh &lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; Ms Choo! Haiz.. When it was announced Yening's leaving us cos of IP, I asked Rachel if she wld leave cos of IP too. She said no cos St Nic's too gd a sch with too gd a culture.. I agree.. n I hope e new principal wldn't change this culture of ours. N I hope she has e IJ spirit n also e St Nic spirit. Well, Best Wishes all Ms Choo in TJC as well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Oh yea, Rachel, u btr repay me with ur life for helping u carry those stupid boxes of cookies from e guides den to e classroom then to Father Barre. U shld noe how heavy they r! Yea, ppl, u'll be getting ur cookies from me on Mon. Who ordered from me?! Haha. I dun noe. Wow. This is such a veerrryyyy long post! Gtg!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rock on, Justicians!&lt;/em&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/29213575-116079010000586368?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/116079010000586368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=116079010000586368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/116079010000586368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/116079010000586368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2006/10/hi-haven-posted-for-e-past-one-wk-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-116021144291762930</id><published>2006-10-07T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T13:59:23.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hi! I'm bac in action to POST! Am SOOO nice hor! Anyway, am into taking photos this few days.. despite e fact tt I had camera phobia not long ago! Shall post some of e photos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5378/3106/320/all%20together%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5378/3106/320/caps%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;These 2 photos are taken at e Kebun Baru CC we went to train at! (Spot me!) These are evidence of us training! But apparently Jiaxin was not able to attend.. so ther's onli 6 team members present n those SO-KIND ppl who trained with us! So since Jiaxin was not present.. we had a team photo taken in sch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5378/3106/320/fullcapteam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This is our team! Strong huh? Haha! It's e fun tt we had tt's more impt lah anyway! On e same day, n almost e same time we also took a UG photo! Presenting to u e 1 Justice UG members!:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5378/3106/320/ug_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(Yvonne's missing though) UG united! N we took a few class photos.. waiting for Aikky to come online to send me! Haha! In conclusion, 1 Justice ROCKS!!&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;1 Justice will always be part of my life.. Thank you all for bein ther for 1J! &lt;em&gt;I hope this yr wld nv end... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Justicians, rock on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-116021144291762930?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/116021144291762930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=116021144291762930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/116021144291762930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/116021144291762930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2006/10/hi-im-bac-in-action-to-post-am-sooo.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-116009696086265933</id><published>2006-10-06T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T10:45:00.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hi!!! I'm finally bac!!! This is gna be a verrryyy loonnngggg post to make up for e near-1-month posts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noe it's been a month since we went ice-skating.. but Toh just sent me e photos not long ago.. so yea.. I'm putting up e photos onli now.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5378/3106/200/100_0335.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5378/3106/200/100_0332.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Haha! E rest not nice.. so dun put! Hehe! But dun hav Toh leh! Okay, a grp photo ther shall be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5378/3106/200/100_0328.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Eeee! I look so slpy! Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Nvm. Cai says we r goin ice-skating again! I think they'll be asking more ppl to go! Anyway, I'm definitely looking forward to it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Now tt EOYs are finally ova.. I'm gna do many meaningful stuff in e following days! N looking at my results.. I think ther's nth to rejoice abt.. FAILING had nv been in my dictionary until today.. this muz be a lesson for me. a warning for me to buck up.. a wake up call for me to get into e situation.. I think it's time for me to CHOING next yr.. though it's quite obvious tt I won't get into one of e two best classes next yr anymore.. I believe I can do it next yr..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;These 5 days muz be tough for e P6s huh? I hope those 2 P6s from Stamford Pri will pull through e following 2 days in e hospital.. Get Well Soon! I hope e virus will not continue to spread anymore.. Well, seriously, PSLE had benefited us well, we had been attending sch in e afternoon from 12.30-4.30.. 4 hrs onli.. n e CB team n S team had been training in e CC near our sch in e morning.. in fact.. e CB team played basketball instead =)) Apparently, we will not be training on Mon as some of us hav sth on.. I seriously hope our efforts will pay off.. I hope ther won't be anymore injuries to our team members n Angie n Jiaxin will get well soon enough for e big day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Tdy had been fun for a Mooncake Festival since dunno when.. I had not been celebrating it for yrs.. or well I had celebrated it by myself.. in fact I did not play with candles are lanterns but I did went to c a &lt;em&gt;shen2&lt;/em&gt; sorta ceremony? Ther was lion dance, dragon dance n e &lt;em&gt;shen2&lt;/em&gt; sorta praying.. It's interesting.. in e past, I might be looking at it in a fun attitude.. but now I'll be looking at it in a curious n interested attitude.. I wld wna understand it all.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Anyway.. I'm gna end it here 'cos it's a real long post.. Take care, everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm feeling down..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-116009696086265933?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/116009696086265933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=116009696086265933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/116009696086265933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/116009696086265933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2006/10/hi-im-finally-bac-this-is-gna-be.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-115787102481363131</id><published>2006-09-10T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T14:51:13.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've been updating my blog! I'm so nice rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5378/3106/1600/GES%20Campfire%20Stairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5378/3106/320/GES%20Campfire%20Stairs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gan Eng Seng Sec Campfire: Stairs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I jus received e pic of e stairs I talked abt in e post on Gan Eng Seng Sec Campfire.. It doesn't look scary here rite? Bt imagine.. extend e height to one storey high.. nt onli tt.. e steps duh isn't straight one.. it's just normal wood.. got bends one.. and they build tt time some steps very far.. so like cannot reach.. Anyway, if it's goin up I'm nt scared, but goin down is &lt;em&gt;scary&lt;/em&gt;!!! Haha.. I posted for e sake of updating.. yea.. so.. nth liao.. bb.. maybe I'll do tt quiz Jan sabo-ed me ltr.. maybe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;6.6 'o5 rock e world! Beware!&lt;/em&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/29213575-115787102481363131?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/115787102481363131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=115787102481363131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/115787102481363131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/115787102481363131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2006/09/ive-been-updating-my-blog-im-so-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-115778514727091536</id><published>2006-09-09T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T14:59:07.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hey! I'm here to blog! Like duh?-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Kk, nvm. Let's talk abt ICE SKATING two days ago! I can finally cancel Ice Skating in my Wishlist! I cancelled 2 wishes in a wk! I'm so happy! I swear I dunno how to skate! bt.. I wna go again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Me, Toh, Cai n Chiou met up at 11 at amk mrt station.. Cai told us not to be late.. but she's e latest..-.- Haha, she missed her chance though.. Me n Toh saw Fanny! when we were walking to 76 bus stop to wait for Cai.. Haha.. she saw us too! When Cai finally reached, we took e mrt to Jurong East.. a verryyy lonnggg triippp..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Eventually, we reached.. Haha, I like writing compo! Nvm.. there was so many ppl in ther tt Me n Cai (did Chiou?) didn't feel like skating anymore.. bt.. we hav no choice.. so we went in.. collected e shoe.. n then.. I didn't dare to skate okay? I admit I was DAMN SCARED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toh is my Shi Fu, Cai guided me n Chiou accompanied me!=)=)=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;We fell a couple of times.. n got ourselves all wet! We formed caterpillars n we held hands to skate! We skate thru 2 resurfacing, which is verryyy lonnggg! Abt 4 hrs? After tt, we went to take neos! Me n Chiou went right after taking, leaving e decorating to Toh n Cai! I want my neos n pics!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It was memorable! Hope we can go in e Dec hols again! Haha! E 3 of them made me real happy! A BIG THX to them n SORRY for making Toh n Cai fall.. n I LUV U GALS! Thx for making my day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Kone is getting uglier n uglier! Eeek! I like Wu Zhun from Fahrenheit Fei Lun Hai! 5566, pls dun disband!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;6.6 'o5 rock e world! Beware!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-115778514727091536?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/115778514727091536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=115778514727091536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/115778514727091536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/115778514727091536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2006/09/hey-im-here-to-blog-like-duh.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-115770067507519742</id><published>2006-09-08T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T15:31:15.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;E other quiz Hc sabo-ed me with..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;5 yrs ago I was..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;1}8 yrs old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;2}Studying in e OLD KCS building&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;3}Enjoying recess at e P2.1's 'territory'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;4}Enjoying ___ __=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;5}Enjoying __ n__ __ _ _=))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;5 snacks which I enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;1}Sweets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;2}Haagen Dazs Cookies n Cream Ice Cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;3}Milky Bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;4}Calbee Hot n Spicy Potato Chip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;5}.. many more I suppose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;5 songs which I know all e lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;1}Untitled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;2}The Reson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;3}Campfire Songs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;4}National Songs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;5}Many MAny MANy MANY Chinese songssssss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;5 things I wld do if I hav 100 Million $$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;1}Get Mum e specialist of e specialists to cure her heart n leg problems!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;2}Buy a btr n cooler car for Dad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;3}Buy new computer n computer games for Bro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;4}Do business so Mum n Dad no nid work anymore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;5}Bring e whole family to holiday around e world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;5 places I wld run away to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;1}Seaside/Beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;2}Singapore River&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;3}Some place I hav in mind=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;4}Parks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;5}Changi Airport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;5 things I'll nv wear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;1}Rings on e toe/tongue/stomach/nose/lip..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;2}Wig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;3}Fake teeth {I forgot what is it called}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;4}No idea..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;5}Cannot predict future.. so cannot say NV..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;5 bad habits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;1}Jumping into conclusion..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;2}Play/Slp when I'm suppose to be doin hw..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;3}Revising at e last min..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;4}Get angry easily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;5}Many many more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;5 biggest joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;1}To be alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;2}To hav great FAMILY MEMBERS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;3}To hav great FRENS.&lt;br /&gt;4}To hav great SENIORS.&lt;br /&gt;5}To hav no disabilities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;5 famous ppl I wld date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;1}Some young guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;2}Many of e rest r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;3}SHUAI n NICE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;4}bt much older than me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;5}so cannot.=)=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;5 ppl u wna sabo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;1-5}None.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I finally finished e quiz! Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-115770067507519742?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/115770067507519742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=115770067507519742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/115770067507519742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/115770067507519742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2006/09/e-other-quiz-hc-sabo-ed-me-with.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-115751751648765023</id><published>2006-09-06T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T12:38:36.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5378/3106/1600/GES%20Campfire%20Grp%20Photo.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5378/3106/320/GES%20Campfire%20Grp%20Photo.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;                                       &lt;em&gt;      Gan Eng Seng Sec Campfire: Dancers' Grp Photo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-115751751648765023?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/115751751648765023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=115751751648765023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/115751751648765023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/115751751648765023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2006/09/gan-eng-seng-sec-campfire-dancers-grp.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-115744258249985001</id><published>2006-09-05T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T12:32:19.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Haha! I shall talk abt Gan Eng Seng Sec Campfire!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Shall nt describe how I rushed bt e rest were even ltr then I am..-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;We took a bus from orchard to GESS.. Xin Hui n Brenda very funny on e bus.. Haha! We got down at e stop to realise it was e next one.. -.-.. so we walked to e next stop.. A little boy boy very funny, when we got down at e bus stop, cos we were all in Guide U n a lot of us, so he tot we r &lt;em&gt;soldiers!&lt;/em&gt; He went, &lt;em&gt;"soldiers! soldiers!"&lt;/em&gt; Then e mother says, " no lah, no lah, &lt;em&gt;scouts lah, scouts lah!&lt;/em&gt;" -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Nvm.. let's continue on our journey to GESS.. we walked thru a &lt;em&gt;garden&lt;/em&gt; into one of their gates.. then a scout went to tell us to use e other gate! Walk one whole round just to get to their gate! -.- Anyway, they quite "creative" leh.. we walked up e stairs to get into their hall.. wrote on e board.. then went out again.. &lt;em&gt;THIS PART OF E JOURNEY TO GET TO E CAMPFIRE SITE IS DAMN SCARY! &lt;/em&gt;Tt time when we went to SengKang Sec, it was this little bridge they built tt we had to cross to get in.. it wasn't tt scary.. this time.. .. .. they built this &lt;em&gt;stairs leading from e second floor straight to e first floor! Damn scary can! E flat part was ok.. e STEEP part wasn't!!! I was wondering what will happen if we fall? As gd as tiao lou! Eek!&lt;/em&gt; Sarah was damn scared! Haha! Rachel looked so brave when she went down.. bt she looked as if she was gna cry when she reached e first floor.. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Let's proceed.. this is e first time I saw pri scouts, so cute! Haha! Their cap is like green with yellow stripes isit? I think so. Someone (Brenda I think) said it looked like basketball.. then was it Sarah who said it looked like watermelon? Haha, nvm. Then XinHui was like, "then when e brownies come, u say it look like rockmelon lah?" Lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;We waited so long until e campfire finally started.. gt e songs n so on.. then we sang 'Thousand-legged worm', always when singing this song we wld run out one mah then "form this 'thousand-legged worm'" then is everybody push n pull one.. so push, push, push.. Rachel was pushed down by a scout n hurt her leg.. b4 she danced leh! So, Xinhui help her apply pressure.. Haha, Xinhui said what she cut her vein.. if she cut her capillaries, wat 7m flow thingy.. mak until Rachel so scared.. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Then it was our turn to perform.. they wanted a grand opening, so ran out with fireworks! So cool! When Rachel dance, u can c e blood.. we were like, " u c Rachel's leg.." Bt she danced well though!=) We were saying, "Jia You, Rachel!" After tt, when GESS was performing, sth went into her wound, then started bleeding again.. Ms Khor saw.. so took her to e so-called scouts room.. to ask for first aid kit.. then e.. oh yea, GESS scouts were called e DragonScouts, run here run ther cannot find first aid kit.. until very long then found.. then in e end, like no one dare help Rachel apply first aid! Haha. They were all so scared n nervous lah! Then Ms Khor help them lor.. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Anyway, we won e "Early Bird Prize".. n b'cos we won tt, we cldn't take e "Most Enthu" n "Best Item".. so sad.. bt we noe we r can alr! =)=)=) Went home in Rachel's father's car.=) I dno e way home.=( Anyway, thx Rachel.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;6.6 'o5 rock e world! Beware!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-115744258249985001?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/115744258249985001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=115744258249985001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/115744258249985001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/115744258249985001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2006/09/haha-i-shall-talk-abt-gan-eng-seng-sec.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-115743957480582080</id><published>2006-09-05T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T15:03:29.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Was sabo-ed twice by Hc!! Hc's lucky, I'm in a SUPER gd mood!=) Shall be nice n complete them. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Name 11 ppl you can think of right now in your head. [by no purpose arrangement or preference]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;1}Aikky {Aik Ching}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;2}Fellow Chua {Xin Ying}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;3}Hc {Hai Ching}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;4}I, ME &amp;amp; MYSELF =) {Refer to Profile}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;5}Rachel SIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;6}Fellow Sunflowerer {Carol}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;7}Sahara Desert {Sarah}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;8}Shalala aka dardar{Sherilynn}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;9}Muah Chee aka deardear{Qi Jin}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;10}Fellow 5566 fan {Jean}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;11}Baby Chua {MY BEAR BEAR XD}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;How did u meet #10?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;{Jean} When we went into e same sch? same class? Nono! In e canteen! B'cos my bro knew her sis n her sis knew my bro! I remember! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;What would u do if u nv met #2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;{Xin Ying} I dunno?! Bore to death when Hc n Aikky go for footdrill? Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;What would u do if #9 n #11 dated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;{Qi Jin n Baby Chua} NO WAY! My bear's only 2 yrs old!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Underage!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Do u like #7?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;{Sarah} Errr.. u mean.. what u mean?! Hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Wld #5 n #6 make a gd couple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;{Rachel n Carol} I tot they r alr a couple? What a weird question..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Describe #3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;{Hai Ching} Eccentric? Often on esctasy? Mood swings? n a lot more u wldn't wna noe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; u think #8 is attractive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;{Sherilynn} Of course! Nidless to say mah! Am I speaking e truth.. I dno..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Tell me sth abt #2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;{Xin Ying} Hmmm.. Too much of a guai kia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Do u noe any of #4's family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;{ME} DUH! No one noes them btr than I do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;What's #5's fav thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;{Rachel} Not sure.. Guides?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;What wld u do if #3 confesses his/her love to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;{Hai Ching} Erm.. Confessed my love for her in return?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;What language does #6 speak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;{Carol} Tamil? Malay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Who is #9 going out with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;{Qi Jin} She arh.. She nv talked abt it?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'll ask her if we're goin out tmr! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;How old is #8 now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;{Sherilynn} All e ppl I mentioned is 13.. except for MY BEAR BEAR XD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;When is the last time u talked to #1?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;{Aik Ching} U mean what? Verbally? 31st August? Not verbally.. I just smsed her nt long ago..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;What's #2 fav singer/band?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;{Xin Ying} Huh.. I doubt she even noe of any band?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Wld u ever date #7?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;{Sarah} Oh.. I'd always wanted to? Haha! Jking.. Jking..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Wld u ever date #11?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;{Baby Chua}Wah Seh! I slp with him everyday! Hehehe! Let ur imagination run wild!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;5 ppl whom u want to pass this on:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;1}No one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;2}Dun wan sabo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;3}Dun wan ppl to be sabo-ed like I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;4}Scared ppl kill me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;5}Worse still, scared ppl sabo me bac!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ltr then post e other one.. tired of it..=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;6.6 'o5 rock e world! Beware!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-115743957480582080?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/115743957480582080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=115743957480582080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/115743957480582080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/115743957480582080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2006/09/was-sabo-ed-twice-by-hc-hcs-lucky-im.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-115708191318195733</id><published>2006-09-01T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T16:08:05.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Happy Teacher's Day!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E rain dampened our spirits..&lt;/em&gt; Such a pity zhang lao shi didn't get it walk e 6 rounds n we didn't get to cheer.. bt she look so cute in tt doll thingy! Haha! Ms Khor n some other teachers did &lt;em&gt;run&lt;/em&gt; e 6 rounds.. we were gathering to giv e guiders their teacher's day present, so when Ms Khor was running in to complete e run, we were cheering for her..=) She look so different.. Haha, though she's losing the vote for the Hottest Female Teacher Award, &lt;em&gt;SHE'S STILL THE HOTTEST!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was let out late..&lt;/em&gt; Reached KCS at 11 sth.. still quite early though..=) This yr's performance seems more fun.. ok lah, &lt;em&gt;Puny&lt;/em&gt; has got quite gd leadership skills.. Saw&lt;em&gt; tt thing&lt;/em&gt; on e wall.. Shirlynn Koh was e &lt;em&gt;most outstanding pupil 2005&lt;/em&gt;!! Haha! &lt;em&gt;Expected&lt;/em&gt; though! Jean was so DAMN HIGH, she went ard hugging ppl, n she &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;QIANG WEN WO!! OMG!! SHE STOLE MY FIRST KISS!! EEK!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Anyways, guess wat! 34 out of 40 of 6.6 'o5 went bac!! Ah, I'm so happy! We cut e cake we bought with Mrs Choo.. then chatted until lyk 2 sth.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO PORNOGRAPHY ALLOWED PLS!! IT POLLUTES THE WORLD!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm HAPPY today!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;6.6 'o5 rock e world! Beware!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-115708191318195733?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/115708191318195733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=115708191318195733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/115708191318195733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/115708191318195733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-teachers-day-e-rain-dampened-our.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-115684705558579584</id><published>2006-08-29T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T16:07:26.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I may be insensitive,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I may be fierce,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I may be anything,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HATE ME&lt;/strong&gt; for all I care!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I may change my faults,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I may change my weaknesses,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bt &lt;strong&gt;I AM MYSELF&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Final.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dun try to even change me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e chings n e chuas...&lt;/em&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/29213575-115684705558579584?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/115684705558579584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=115684705558579584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/115684705558579584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/115684705558579584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-may-be-insensitivei-may-be-fiercei_29.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-115667762307878273</id><published>2006-08-27T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T19:20:23.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;.. this wk hd been eventful n&lt;em&gt; busy&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;22.8.06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Went Ju Eng Home for Senior Citizens.. the old folks looked pitiful.. anyway.. our performance was great.. Jia You Justicians! The journey home was dreadful.. dun ask me y..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;23.8.06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Stayed bac for Music Proj.. we were laughing lyk mad! Damn funny! YL was so high she looked as if she's on ecstasy.. we flooded ppl's blogs.. went Mac..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;25.8.06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Went Sci Centre for Bio.. quite fun.. then went bac for Guides.. they played bball for PT -.-"..had to redo Identifying Flora and Fauna Logbook.. Poor Rachel..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Went for my Bro's Guitar Concert.. much more interesting items than in e past.. I lyk e Hotel California.. n noe wat? RJC was &lt;em&gt;DAMN BIG&lt;/em&gt;! I hate LKY.. Saw Khoo Tey Kuan (He's in RIGE), he was sitting at e bac, couldn't exactly c him play e guitar, bt 2 things I can b sure: &lt;em&gt;He's still as childish n arrogant&lt;/em&gt;.. reached home at 11++.. was very tired..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;26.8.06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Went Sci Centre for Bio again.. played with Bacteria.. Today's much fun-er! We stayed bac n played Murderer.. sat e stimulator.. Aikky n I were laughinh lyk mad at e bac while they shouted.. &lt;em&gt;we wanted a refund&lt;/em&gt;.. haha! Bt tt doesn't really mattered anymore.. it's e time we spent together.. We each tried our luck at the machine.. for a memento.. I m nt fated to hav e Pooh Bear! Joy had a pair of Minnie n Mickey! I gt Donald Duck.. went hm on e MRT.. guess who I saw! MRS. CHOO! OMG! I WAS LYK SHOCKED! DIDN'T DARE TO EVEN WAVE AT HER.. I'M GNA BE DEAD WHEN I GO BAC KCS ON TEA'S DAY! OMG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e chings n e chuas...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-115667762307878273?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/115667762307878273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=115667762307878273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/115667762307878273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/115667762307878273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-115606520434920452</id><published>2006-08-20T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T17:13:24.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;During lunch.. my mum n I were talking abt my cousin who's coming bac from Korea today..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;After lunch.. my mum took out photos of us abroad.. Malaysia.. Thailand.. Korea.. Australia.. on the Cruise.. n more.. MY BRO LOOK SO CUTE 8 YRS AGO!!! He's totally cute n quite handsome also.. hahah! He look totally nerdy after he started wearing specs! Haha! I really missed my childhood after looking at the pictures. They are wonderful memories!! Ah, I'm happy! I luv my FAMILY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't live without dreams...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-115606520434920452?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/115606520434920452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=115606520434920452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/115606520434920452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/115606520434920452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2006/08/during-lunch.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-115594629458377618</id><published>2006-08-19T07:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T08:11:34.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Every single living thing is selfish, it onli depended on their degree of selfishness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I'm busy, bt I'm slacking. I'm bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't live withour dreams...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-115594629458377618?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/115594629458377618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=115594629458377618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/115594629458377618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/115594629458377618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2006/08/every-single-living-thing-is-selfish.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-115574558793415910</id><published>2006-08-17T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T00:28:24.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I came here to blog due to e request from Aikky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Had Wayang Kulit, nt rehearsal, bt real thing today. Very funni, very fun! e impt thing is nt e marks!! It's e team spirit, I think we did it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ok, Justice is getting united &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;! We stayed for e singing practice after sch, e spirit is getting ther! Jiayou! Come on, Liying n co, from choir one muz sing louder! Dun be shy! For non-choir: We won't care/laugh if u &lt;em&gt;po yin&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;zhuo yin&lt;/em&gt;! We're nt professionals! As long as we're doin it &lt;em&gt;as a class&lt;/em&gt;! 3 months! Nt long at all! Let's do it &lt;em&gt;together&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;em&gt;Peng You&lt;/em&gt;! e Justician Guides veri enthu! I'm very scared though, for e Xi Shui Chang Liu, I scared ltr we can't take it.. then.. nvm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Short post, next time then update! Cya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't live without dreams...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-115574558793415910?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/115574558793415910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=115574558793415910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/115574558793415910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/115574558793415910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-came-here-to-blog-due-to-e-request.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-115535063208797490</id><published>2006-08-12T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T10:49:35.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I noe I'm very lag.. bt I dint hav the time to blog.. so I'm here today to blog.. a verrrrrryyyyy long post to satisfy ur needs.. hahah.. jking lah.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;8.8.06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Today is National Day.. celebrations.. e 3UG did march past.. Aikky was so engross in looking at her seniors that when we had pledge.. she dint even put her hand up until I jerked her.. lols.. e St. John that parade commander was really damn loud sia.. I lyk the march past=) bt when we hav to stand ther for so long next yr.. we won't exactly &lt;em&gt;luv&lt;/em&gt; it.. I juz realise sth, when the 3UG had parades together lyk POP, the St John &amp;amp; NP ppl (especially St John) get to rest and adjust their U sometimes, onli the Guides will stand there cannot move lyk that.. hahas.. that's wat I observed lah.. true or nt I dunno..=/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;my mum dun let me go marina..=/&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;9.8.06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Went Aikky's hse today to do e Wayang Kulit.. quite fun.. we very funni.. laugh n laugh n laugh.. we had CHOCOLATE ICE BLENDED! one word: NICE! Haha.. we do halfway.. then we all lie on Aikky's bed.. n started.. playing with our hp-s! Hahas! So funni! We shared a bed.. Haha.. very fun lahs! I wan go again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;HAPPY NATIONAL DAY!!! This is the first time in my 10 yrs on Earth, 3 yrs n 5 mths on Mars, that I realise SINGAPORE ROXS! Mayb cos we jian4 jian 4 matured.. I'd this realli scary nightmare days ago that made me realise SINGAPORE is such a safe place to live in n we shld realli treasure it.. I saw e video on the past of the National Stadium.. gan3 chu4 duo1 duo1.. the National Day songs also getting nicer n nicer=) I wna go to e NDP next yr.. bt this is lyk &lt;em&gt;impossible&lt;/em&gt;? Anyways, I LUV SINGAPORE!! =)=)=)=)=)=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;10.8.06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My parents went to make my bro's IC with him.. I was left alone at hm.. so sad.. hahah.. we went to Compass after that.. guess what! I bought a new HP! Ok, in actual fact, I'm nt excited at all.. I dun understand y either.. I'm alr attached to my old phone bah.. I dint wna buy one.. bt my mum insist.. luckily my old phone wasn't traded-in.. I'm still using my old phone.. My new phone was lyk just launched today.. I'm the first person to buy it.. hahas.. tt's wat the person said.. lols.. my bro hadta go Ngee Ann Poly to study.. then Ngee Ann Poly is lyk DAMN BIG? OMG! hahah.. my cousin's studying ther! Ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;SiJun was lyk damn random today? He msg me.. then asked me to guess who he is.. I guess correct.. then he says, "You are right man &lt;em&gt;dumbo&lt;/em&gt;. So smart no wonder in saint nic." I was lyk 'huh?' And hey, I can hardly believe it, SiJun's in RUGBY? Haha.. he's so skinny pls.. then he says he is the one running so no nid worry.. bt hor I dun understand leh.. running can still be knocked down one wat? Gt diff meh? Lol.. I can't imagine him in the rugby wear tt thing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;11.8.06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ms Gwei nt here.. missed Laundress Badge lecture.. Hilda conducted Topo lecture instead.. Today's footdrill damn funni.. the new commanders very.. nvm.. I prefer Fanny n Jolene.. the Sec2n3s squad pump lyk xiao today.. I ovaheard one of the commanders say they pumped 200.. I dun understand leh.. y the squad pump then the commanders pump with them.. then our commanders nv pump with us? Lol.. Jiayin very cham4.. she pump 200 during footdrill liao.. when we come back.. she had to pump another 30 cos she PL then our patrol uniform check gt 3 ppl punish 10 each.. haiz.. pity her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Carol damn funni.. she stood in front of the PS.. Lols..&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't live without dreams...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-115535063208797490?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/115535063208797490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=115535063208797490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/115535063208797490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/115535063208797490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-noe-im-very-lag.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-115476503187886720</id><published>2006-08-05T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T10:07:32.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;03.8.06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Back to sch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Was scolded by zhang lao shi, she &lt;em&gt;cried&lt;/em&gt; and pour all her woes to us.. initially, I felt very bad n tot tt we realli let her down n I was realli sorry for tt. However, maybe I was influenced by some ppl, I dun feel gd when I recall her saying however creative &lt;em&gt;Unity&lt;/em&gt; is, however united&lt;em&gt; they&lt;/em&gt; r.. till now, I'm still contradicting with myself, did she say tt to &lt;em&gt;spite&lt;/em&gt; us, or did she say tt to&lt;em&gt; 'motivate'&lt;/em&gt; us? On one hand, I wna prove to her that wat &lt;em&gt;Unity&lt;/em&gt; cn do, Justice cn do &lt;em&gt;btr&lt;/em&gt;, on the other hand, I find it no point, is she tryin to cause friction between the 2 classes? However, I find proving to her stronger n more practical..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Had Malay Dance Inter-class Competition during assembly, I think we did quite well, though we didn't win any prizes, well at least we did our best. We shall do btr next time.=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;04.8.06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Guides session today is the most relax one we ever had! NO DRILLS! NO PT! NO TESTS! NO SEC 2s N 3s! Lol. We juz had lectures n group work. The grp work is very funny.. Justice VS Diligence! Hahah. This is the first time the Justician Guides worked together, we had a presentation, n an additional skit no one else had. It was so funni! Oh, Global Warming Germ! Super Cooling Hero! n the Attacked-n-Saved Earth! Hahah. Ms Gwei gav us lectures, she was hilarious. We r gna b San Jie! Lol. We sang taps with Ms Gwei, damn funni, laughing throughout when its suppose to be solemn, went into horseshoe formation TWICE, sang taps MANY, MANY times.. Lol, she was lyk, muz hold on longer, louder, its very nice, solemn. So funni can! One Guides session &lt;em&gt;w/o&lt;/em&gt; seniors=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;05.8.06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Goin for campfire ltr=) Meeting with Sarah at Compass! Nida wear full Guide U, hope QiJin's nt goin. Ok, I've gt nth to say.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't live without dreams...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-115476503187886720?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/115476503187886720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=115476503187886720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/115476503187886720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/115476503187886720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2006/08/03.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-115450405159577140</id><published>2006-08-02T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T15:38:37.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm sick..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well, I thank all the ppl who told me abt the hw.. or juz simply asking me if I'm all right, giving me words of concern or askng me to take care.. whether thru phone calls, msgs or tags.. all ur words of concern had brightened up my day! I'm glad to hav u gals as my frens=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It juz crossed my mind that wat does it mean if u dun receive any of these concern from ur frens when u were absent frm sch? wat does it mean of ur character or ur relationship with ur frens? hav u ever thought that juz a simple msg of urs can brighten up someone's day? or even spoil someone's day? Well, I meant no offense.. this is &lt;em&gt;DIRECTLY DIRECTED&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;em&gt;ONE PERSON&lt;/em&gt;.. I'm juz simply pissed by &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;,or rather, &lt;em&gt;her words&lt;/em&gt;, words that can &lt;em&gt;kill&lt;/em&gt;. I nv imagined ther could be anyone lyk &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; that existed! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ok, u might think that I'm mean trying to insult her here or even stabbing her from the back.. bt hav u ever thought that &lt;em&gt;WHO ON EARTH&lt;/em&gt; started all this ridiculously first? Anyway, I alr very kind, perphaps nt very, bt at least kind-er than she is by a billion times! &lt;em&gt;AT THE VERY LEAST&lt;/em&gt; I know how to shi4 ke3 er2 zhi3 and apparently she doesn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Gals, be contented with what u hav all right? Dun wait till it be gone.. that was sorta random, well, what can I say? I'm simply outta my mind now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Hav the courage to apologise for ur mistakes, hav the courage to say "sorry".. when the matter was to be delay longer, it would become more complicated by the day, it wld then be a million times more difficult to say "sorry".. pick ur choice! Anyway, I've learnt, a lot.. thx..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't live without dreams...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-115450405159577140?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/115450405159577140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=115450405159577140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/115450405159577140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/115450405159577140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-115422647394466128</id><published>2006-07-30T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T16:04:57.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"True friendship is like sound health; the value of it is seldom known until it be lost."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"Friendship! is one mind in two bodies."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"Friends are God's way of taking care of us."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"If all my friends were to jump off a bridge, I wouldn't jump with them, I'd be at the bottom to catch them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"Everyone hears what you say. Friends listen to what you say. Best friends listen to what you don't say."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I can't live without dreams...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-115422647394466128?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/115422647394466128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=115422647394466128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/115422647394466128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/115422647394466128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2006/07/if-you-live-to-be-hundred-i-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-115418922157470048</id><published>2006-07-29T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T00:07:01.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;28.7.06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;... &lt;em&gt;many &lt;/em&gt;ppl cried todae.. &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;.. by rite, &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt; ppl cried.. I shan't elaborate.. I can only say, it was practically &lt;em&gt;dramatic&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;XiYuan was damn pissed after sch todae.. we tried to cheer her up while we had lunch tgt.. bt it didn't seem to help somehow.. so, in a way to cheer her up, we went to play bball after lunch.. supposedly, bball, bt xiao xi is juz so addicted to soccer, she kicked the bball/netball lyk a soccer ball.. so, we played 2 on 2, emily &amp; kuanfei VS hc &amp;amp; me, half court.. haha.. we went to the &lt;em&gt;primary &lt;/em&gt;court to play btw.. we simply cant score in the secondary one.. =/ After we played for lyk half an hr or so? we went to the &lt;em&gt;secondary&lt;/em&gt; court to practise shooting.. A sec3 &amp; a sec4 came.. so we practised at half court each.. Not long after, kuanfei, hc and ayu gtg to cool down for cca, so, it's left with xiaoxi, emily and me.. the seniors then came ova and asked for a game.. 2 on 2, as per normal, xiaoxi didn't play.. I were reluctant at first, cos very embarrassing.. then emily was lyk so interested in playing lah.. so we played.. it was 3-1(we counted as 1 point per score) at first, guess what, we were the ones that had 3 points.. we tried to pass using high balls, cos they were too tall lah.. bt then in the end.. they juz scored 2 more points, and it was draw.. wanted to continue playing.. bt then it started raining.. so we went hm.. haha.. what a day.. &lt;em&gt;current obsession: BBALL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;29.7.06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Had guides session todae.. went ther DAMN early, lyk 7.05? I was lyk OMG bt mum hadta work.. so, no choice.. juz &lt;em&gt;loitered &lt;/em&gt;ard.. tie scarf, study tests n so.. went specs stand ther, saw selina n tong dancing.. whahahah.. then saw the St John ppl.. they are lyk damn cool can, they are lyk all the seniors hav ranks lah.. then they every senior comes, they muz greet them, " Gd Morning, Mdms!" I find it veri funni.. haha.. every single one u noe.. lol.. so tiring.. then went quadrangle fall in.. we greeted the sec4s, "Gd Morning, &lt;em&gt;Seniors&lt;/em&gt;" juz lyk we greeted those graduated seniors.. They so fast become our seniors le.. as in lyk graduated.. Then we had lectures n lectures n &lt;em&gt;lectures&lt;/em&gt;.. had social n flag etiquette test.. I passed social etiquette n cooks proposal, bt I veri scared I won't pass flag.. some ppl had emergency calls test, bt ther wasn't time for everyone to hav the test.. so, sunflower is the last patrol mah, duh we didn't get to take the test lah.. we had social etiquette test in 1J leh.. this is the first time we had guides test in 1J.. =) so nice..=) I sat at my place..=) hahah.. tong is so nice can! she damn gd.. so sad she'll nt giv us lectures every wk now.. I'll miss her.. carol says I'm in luv with her=) She sounds so sad when she said sth lyk u all hand in to &lt;em&gt;ur CLs&lt;/em&gt;.. She so nice lah.. when we fall in at the end of the day, it started raining halfway thru, then she ask the CLs to fall us out then call us go into shelter.. in the end, they stand in the rain to sing taps b4 we go.. She so gd n devoted to guiding lah can.. *cry*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;We gotta do 2 logbooks and an emergency card.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;sec4 seniors.. we'll miss all of u &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;dearly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my spirits had just drifted by...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-115418922157470048?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/115418922157470048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=115418922157470048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/115418922157470048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/115418922157470048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2006/07/28.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-115391264119024138</id><published>2006-07-26T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T19:24:18.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;25.7.06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Played soccer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;todae.. right after PE.. not realli that fun.. too little ppl.. I prefer playing with the whole big batch of boys.. It's more fun n challenging.. I prefer bball anyway.. zhang lao shi also said that she dun wan us to play soccer.. bt bball is fine.. haha.. which finally convinced xiao xi..so we r gonna play bball tmr! YAY! bball more fun than soccer.. muz practise shooting then can play with the seniors on Fri.. =) Talking abt bball.. tmr's the zone games' final I think.. Cath High VS Raffles = ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;26.7.06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Todae, we had a "crying session" during maths period n the interval aft that.. It's lyk.. I dunno howta describe.. Frstly Angie cried in the morning, b4 recess, during D&amp;T, for some reasons lah, I dun wanna mention.. then during the "crying session", it was Joy who started.. she cried cos she's juz too stress cos tmr she has 3-4 tests? She juz burst out crying during maths.. Mr. Sara gave us free time to study lah.. then after that YingLin went ova to comfort her.. but I think cos Joy was alr frustrated.. then she called YingLin to go away or sth.. at least someone told me that? So, YingLin went away.. I went to talk to her n a few other ppl.. we were talking, talking.. I think Joy had sorta calmed down a bit.. then YingLin juz put her hands on the table n lie down, with her face facing down.. I, no, we didn't noe she was crying.. then I jokingly used a pen to 'poke' her on the hand n said,"YingLin, dun cry.." Then, somone (I can't rem who, sorry) look at her face, then said she was realli crying! I was lyk so shocked lah.. we told Joy YingLin's crying.. she asked y.. then we told her cos she called YingLin to go away or sth.. then Joy started crying all ova again! I was lyk dunno wat to do lah.. bt then sth happened at this time, which made Joy laugh.. n Abi n me was laughing even harder.. Aikky, b'cos she saw YingLin n Joy cry, she also cry! She was damn hilarious pls! Abi even laughed until she cried lah.. OH PLS! Then Mrs Lee came in time to stop the crying cos more ppl were abt to cry.. We gt into grps.. n the 'suay' thing is, AIKKY'S IN MY GRP!.. Lyk I mentioned b4.. I c ppl cry I will cry! I tried to look away.. bt then.. cldn't control lah.. I DIDN'T CRY, xy exaggerated, I merely had a few drops of tears coming down my face! A FEW DROPS! Then I jiu stop le lor.. Everything was lyk DAMN hilarious, comical n dramatic.. bt I dun mind having another one lyk that lah.. then the teacher dun come so fast.. I find our class ppl too stressed up le.. we nid some letting off..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Anyways, I find that Justicians r no longer as united as we were.. WHERE HAD THE UNITED 1J GONE? So many "pairs of gd frens" had quarrelled.. I WAN THE UNITED 1J BACK! COME ON, DUN LET STRESS GET OVA U! Haiz.. we dun hav much time left as a class.. pls.. I miss the UNITED 1J..='( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my spirits had just drifted by...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-115391264119024138?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/115391264119024138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=115391264119024138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/115391264119024138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/115391264119024138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2006/07/25.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-115366972763758924</id><published>2006-07-23T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T23:48:47.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Lol, find it damn amusing.. came ol to find out abt the geog test.. bt b4 I cld ask hc anithing, she told me to go class blog.. then say sth bout dun scold, be polite.. so.. I went n realise ther was a tagboard-war-of-e-century goin on.. I read all the tags n was totally blurred.. ther was this person by the name of anna who came to our blog juz to criticize our class tee design.. she said sth abt &lt;em&gt;sec 1s &lt;/em&gt;n that she &lt;em&gt;had been in the sch for so long&lt;/em&gt;.. so I assume it's a senior? Ha, nvm. Jan juz kept arguing with her with hc interrupting here n ther, ther was another gal, elaine, a fren of anna I suppose? trying to stop the arguement.. when I read it I was totally lyk ? Anyway, it ended n I hope that ANNA will nt come bac to interrupt the peace in our class again.. Furthermore, she tagged as anonymous initially.. it's lyk childish of her if she's realli a senior? n wat has this gotta do with her anyway? Haiz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;my spirits had just drifted by...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-115366972763758924?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/115366972763758924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=115366972763758924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/115366972763758924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/115366972763758924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2006/07/lol-find-it-damn-amusing.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-115358801780539737</id><published>2006-07-22T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T15:11:01.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ytd was fun.. was busy tying carol's cord the first thing I did when I enter the classrm.. then was busy with guides stuff lah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;First lesson in the morning: math: confusing: boring.. I DECLARE I DUN LYK MR SARA(the fatter version) I WAN MS TAN TO COME BAC!!! ARGH! Then it was eng.. nt as bad as maths.. but still quite boring.. looking thru that newspaper.. THEN IT WAS ART!! TEACHER NV COME!! TOTALLY FREE!! juz lyk 1 hr of xtra recess!! COOL!! A few of us played soccer at the corridor.. the lockers ther.. it was damn fun.. luckily 1D nt in class if nt sure complain! hah! Then recess liao.. angie, jan, xiao xi n me brought the supposedly soccer ball to the bball court.. bt then we saw bball ther, so angie, jan n me went to play bball instead.. xiao xi being so fateful to soccer, refuse to play bball.. so actually is me n angie against jan n xiao xi became angie n me two on one jan.. was playing.. very long nv play le.. so very lan..=/ then ther was this batch of sec 3s watching us.. they came ova n wanted to play with us.. so we played lah.. played half court.. initially it was 5 on 5, the 3 of us together with 2 sec 3s against 5 sec 3s.. then after that more n more ppl came then I think it became 7 sec 3s against 3 of us n 2 sec 3s.. we played 2 games.. until ard 11.30 le.. we won leh! the 2 sec 3s in our team damn pro can.. coordination damn gd sia.. we always catch the ball le no dare shoot then pass to them, they'll shoot for us..=) at starting of the game, aikky n xy was looking at us from the forum upstairs ther.. then more n more ppl lah.. so dui lian.. pisang even took a video of us..=/ haha.. after recess liaos.. geog as boring as ever lah.. still hyper ova the game=) then is sci.. gt bac BOTH UNSW n sci test.. sci test me gt 8 half ova 10.. then UNSW hor veri xin tong.. I cld hav gotten 3 more marks lah! ARGH! anyway I gt 40 ova 45 lah.. distinction.. so stupid lah.. me bro gt HIGH distinction.. feel lyk killing him lah.. lastly.. went drama studio for the 24 xiao thingy.. had a DAMN LONG prayer.. then go bac class..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;was damn rushing for time.. went to change into pe attire.. then went canteen for lunch n buy the stupid 90-cent file for cooks proposal.. then rush bac class to tie plaits.. dun laugh lah.. at first it was shao who helped me tie.. then aik.. then 1J grace.. then amanda.. then lynn.. then lastly 1P grace who completed the job properly, nicely, neatly.. thx grace.. it was alr gonna be time when we finished.. so not long after we went out.. then it was time to fall in.. so fall in, check uni, then went 1W to hand in cooks proposal.. tong so cute..=) after that we gt a shock, a shocking shock.. I told them ther wld be PT they dun believe! then realli gt! luckily our NEW commanders treat us very gd lah.. actually gt one senior told them to let us run 6 rounds.. then another senior said 4 rounds.. n guess wat! they onli let us run 2 rounds! gd rite?! but I gt stitches! pain sia.. then after that.. they wan us play captain's ball.. actually we wan bball but the bball no air.. so captain's ball lah.. we were split into 4 teams.. then all 3 commanders were with the other 2 teams.. so our team n the other team's game was totally screwed up.. lynn gt realli uptight when she felt the other team was not being fair.. so she flared up lah.. lost her temper n refused to continue.. game ended anyway.. so everyone was realli upset.. we went bac to change into our guide u.. we knew the washrm wld be realli crowded.. so we went to our classrm instead.. lol.. our classrm was as crowded.. not with guides.. but with np ppl.. their cca start at ard 5 so they were in our classrm lah.. we cldn't bring ourselves to change in the classrm with so many ppl looking.. so sarah, rachel n me went to the door outside there to change.. nobody mahs.. carol more pro sia.. she went under the teachers' table to change.. hah! then we were so busy lah.. tie scarf.. fold beret.. pin enrolment badge.. put the 3 items on the belt n so on.. then after that.. went to put our stuff in 2L.. wah the air-con damn cooling leh.. I wan go 2J/2L! the CLs then ask us quickly go hall.. then go hall lor.. was scolded by tong instead.. went bac quadrangle for uniform check.. wasted time crapping after falling out.. then went hall again.. talk, talk n talk..then fall in.. a little bit of rehearsal.. wa I muz say I respect the St John ppl.. I think cos guides gt more ppl or sth.. then guides had 2 squad.. St John one n NP one.. I 2nd Coy mah.. so I'm behind NP de.. St John the other side.. then hor we rehearse that time.. by rite NP in front of us of cos their bang shld be louder rite? but then St John louder leh! they so pro.. then I c the St John ppl is realli united de lah.. wa they r so strong n united.. I respect them sia.. NP rehearsing that time coordination nt as gd as St John.. then real thing liao.. sec 4s came in.. sang anthem n sch song.. then ceremony n so.. during St John ceremony the St John ppl veri the pian xin lor.. AIC n two other post they stand n clap.. then hor.. the highest rank one OIC they no care leh.. so bad lah.. aikky veri funni.. I tot she veri the enthu one.. but then hor everyone stand that time.. she took veri the long then decide to stand lah.. lol.. I was crapping thruout the whole ceremony with Kristin.. hehe.. then dismiss liao.. NP ppl go first.. then St John ppl.. but hor St John ppl chiong ova NP ppl sia.. we the last go lah.. tong tell us to keep the chairs.. then we help St John n NP ppl kip their chairs leh.. we so gd rite? hm.. thank us=) then dinner lor.. ending that time.. the sec 3s n 4s guides were making a veri big circle n putting their arms ova each others' shoulders.. they sang lots of song.. touching sia.. *sobsobcrycry* then realli end le.. one person cry, everyone follow.. then they called for their patrols lah.. we no sec 4s mah.. so we mei you fen.. I c them cry le.. scared cannot resist.. so pull carol bac to 2L with me.. hahah.. shall save my tears for next yr.. next yr gt 3 seniors to cry for sia.. muz accumulate.. while we walking bac to st 13 gate.. aikky called me on the phone.. we met up at canteen to take photos lah.. bt Sarah ask aikky she gt cry nt.. then I say sure gt lah looking at her eyes.. then nt long after.. aikky jiu cry le.. aikky cry sarah also cry sarah cry rachel also cry.. so we say nxt time then take photo lor.. then I no wan c mah so quick quick run hm..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I c the seniors I feel so sad.. I wonder wat will it be lyk nxt yr.. or even the yr when it wld be our turn..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my spirits had just drifted by...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-115358801780539737?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/115358801780539737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=115358801780539737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/115358801780539737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/115358801780539737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2006/07/ytd-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-115340281980951554</id><published>2006-07-20T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T23:22:25.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Todae gt morning jog.. me leg so pain since mon/tues lah.. then still nid run.. so tired.. *sobsobcrycry*..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;After morning jog gt CME.. so fortunately I shld say, zhang lao shi picked me no., she says she onli noe 1,2 n 8 or sth, u think me believe? she every time C Lit call me on purpose, she dunno me no? I believe.. lyk shit! Then I told her me no partner lor, then needless to say the other person is Yvonne lah, she's so IRRITATING n PATHETIC that no one wanna partner her.. but me no choice mah.. NO ONE CAN PARTNER ME LIAO.. ALL ME SO-CALLED FRENS DIE LIAO.. say liao ownself get heart attack, me no wan talk abt those ppl.. nvm lah.. I shall either try to work with her, if not, do meself present meself no nid other ppl..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;After that.. Maths.. Ms Tan no come.. so this Mr. Sara came to relief.. he says he'll be with us until nxt wk leh.. y arh.. wher's Ms Tan? He quite fun n funni lah.. were crapping with him abt soccer n stuff.. then chinese n stuff lah.. boring.. zhang lao shi no wan us play soccer but say we can go ahead if we wan.. then recess le! they go play soccer in the basketball court.. I didn't noe.. so didn't join them.. the China boys then came to our class.. hm.. we had history lessons.. so they were lyk so bored.. cos they no understand.. After that is music lah.. Ms Lee talked abt geog test on tues.. then Jiaxin was lyk:"Ms Lee, can we start music lesson now?" I feel so bad lah.. Sorry, Ms Lee for our rudeness..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Go hm liaos! Gave aikky the buckle then went ntuc with my mum for some stuff.. went to fetch my bro n then home.. Todae's dinner's so re nao! 8 of my cousins, aunts n uncle came! We had steamboat! WEIRD RITE? so hot still steamboat.. FOR THE FUN OF IT MAH! BBQ CHICKEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Read Jiayi's blog abt the broken cup.. yea.. she broke the cup we gav her.. =)am not a sadist but.. she promised she'll try to fix it.. if nt buy her new one lor.. the nicer one=).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Anyway, I swore sth real great todae.. I swore that I'll tell her I HATE HER straight in the face if she ever anger me.. GREAT huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ok.. tmr POP! HOW?! me no wan tie plaits! haiz.. me gtg.. cya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my spirits had just drifted by...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-115340281980951554?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/115340281980951554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=115340281980951554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/115340281980951554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/115340281980951554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2006/07/todae-gt-morning-jog.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-115334613134201081</id><published>2006-07-20T05:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T21:40:56.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hehe.. saw a ***** ** with a ***-**-****** *** in the bus todae.. shan't elaborate.. haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Anyways.. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO JIAYI!!! It's her bd ytd.. we gave her the present during recess cos the prezzie wasn't ready in the morning.. haha.. cldn't c her at the family lounge.. so we went to find her.. so luckily.. she was ther.. she walking away.. so we ask Aikky quick quick go giv.. Jiayi so cute lehs.. she gave Aikky a hug! NO FAIR! NO LYK AIKKY LE! but hor Jiayi says she rem me leh.. hehe.. which means she dun rem the others.. whahahah! sorrie.. am a sadist.. hah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Went bac to class.. hahah.. Xi Yuan they all playin soccer lah.. then I joined them.. quite fun lah.. we playin soccer at the hockey pitch todae during recess! Haha! I miss soccer so much.. used to play it every PE lesson.. but now.. haiz.. lolx.. hope it'll be fun ltr.. but hor.. I scared zhang lao shi will scold if any teacher tong feng bao xin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Went to the com lab during Math cos Ms Tan not in sch.. went ther for ace-learning.. then do.. do.. do.. do so long le then the teacher tell us gt timing one.. then we HUH?! NV TELL US EARLIER! so we quick quick do lah.. at the end of the day I was Rank No.1 in class lehs! So happy sia! then after that when I gt home I went in wanted to do.. then go c ranking.. gt two ppl above me le.. so I quick quick do.. BUT THEN.. I GT ONE MISTAKE! THAT MISTAKE QIAN BIAN! I realize how one mistake can ruin my life.. I at first No. 1 de drop to No. 7 lah!.. that's for class.. level EVEN WORSE! from one of the top few, maybe 1st at first cos Joy is now class 1st level 2nd.. then at first I win her de mah, so now juz 1 mistake lah took me 50 sth ranks down!!! so frustraring! ARGH! ok nvm.. ova jiu ova le.. no wan think abt it! HMPH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Todae gt China BOYS coming our class lehs.. it'll be damn unnatural lah.. hm.. ok gtg now.. havta go sch! SOCCER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my spirits had just drifted by...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-115334613134201081?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/115334613134201081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=115334613134201081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/115334613134201081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/115334613134201081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2006/07/hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-115306581259556845</id><published>2006-07-17T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T01:15:52.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Three yrs.. it isn't long.. bt neither is it short..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;We hadn't attended my grandfather's bd celebration for three yrs alr.. family matters.. n we went this yr.. I knew my grandmother wld b veri happy to c us.. yes she was.. it's been a long time since the whole family got together.. even the place the whole family used to gather for dinner is no longer there.. in the past.. the whole big family with all three generations present wld get together for dinner at least 4 times a yr.. I noe that isn't much.. but at least we were happy.. chatting.. eating.. playing.. but now.. we simply ate.. in the past.. we wld hang ard the place n even after we finished eating we wld take a long time to &lt;em&gt;"dismiss"&lt;/em&gt;.. but now.. it's simply "eat n leave".. I realli missed those days when all the cousins wld come together to &lt;em&gt;play&lt;/em&gt;.. regardless were u graduated or u simply hadn't started schooling.. the adults wld be chatting at one side while we wld be at the other corner.. It's been three yrs since we had reunion dinner as a big family.. since we went to visit the relatives during Chinese New Year together..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I know things r getting btr n I hope it wld continue to.. though we can nv return to wat we were in the past but at least the family wld be together.. I miss those times..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Anyways, I juz found out that my cousin's baby daughter.. not exactly baby daughter.. cos it was &lt;em&gt;"borned" &lt;/em&gt;but sorta &lt;em&gt;abort(?)&lt;/em&gt;.. as in lyk ther's some problems with the baby.. so it cant live.. so sad rite.. five months alr.. then this havta happen.. I feel so sad for them.. hmm.. it's suppose to be my niece.. suppose to be borned at ard this time.. but.. this is so sad lah.. haiz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Juz updated my links..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my spirits had just drifted by...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-115306581259556845?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/115306581259556845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=115306581259556845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/115306581259556845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/115306581259556845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2006/07/three-yrs.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-115296206564712216</id><published>2006-07-15T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T00:21:53.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Everything taste bland no matter how much pepper u add, eating in such a &lt;em&gt;big&lt;/em&gt; but &lt;em&gt;empty&lt;/em&gt; hse..."--A lonely one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's the feeling of loneliness... n that's how I feel now...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;The day I didn't feel sad when u threw the cake I baked for u away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;The day I wasn't worried when u ignored my calls,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;The day I didn't cry when u scolded me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;The day I didn't feel any heartache when u slam ur door into my face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I knew I no longer luv u...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;My luv for u is no longer there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;U r no longer the one I knew... the gentle one... the caring one... n the concerned one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Everything had became &lt;em&gt;the past&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The present&lt;/em&gt; wasn't clear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;And &lt;em&gt;the future&lt;/em&gt; a blur...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ytd was KCS's Sports Day! Held in sch, I wonder how... anyway... &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt; won... same as st. nicks... seems lyk &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt;'s the lucky colour this yr? hahahs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Hey, I edited the previous post, hehe, added sum things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my spirits had just drifted by...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-115296206564712216?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/115296206564712216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=115296206564712216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/115296206564712216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/115296206564712216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2006/07/everything-taste-bland-no-matter-how.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-115289486234519471</id><published>2006-07-14T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T01:14:54.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Sec 4s,&lt;em&gt; farewell&lt;/em&gt;..-absolutely not gd bye but do &lt;em&gt;fare well&lt;/em&gt; in the 'O's..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Todae, a day I'll not wanna rem nor forget.. it's farewell day for sec 4s.. fall in at 3.30, saw this Rachel (Tay, I think?), the sec 3 flowerpecker, she was wearing two shirts lah, I was thinking y.. thinking.. thinking.. then I wonder y is she wearing the oriole cap when she was standing in front of flowerpeck patrol.. then I came to realise she was the Rachel Sarah was talking abt, the ex-oriolian n present flowerpecker, that's y she was wearing the oriole patrol tee inside and the flowerpeck patrol tee outside n then the oriole cap, so fortunately the oriole patrol tee is those t-shirt type, then the flowerpeck is sorta polo tee type, that's y looks nice the way she wore it.. hmm.. she looks so cool sia.. then we went to 'Guiding Village' to supposedly watch a movie, but apparently it didn't went as planned.. we watched for a few mins n the screen went blank, n so we watched a video abt the sec 4s instead.. it was nice, but wld b nicer if ther were more pics..=) I tot I was abt to cry but held bac.. after the very nice video of sec 4s, we watched a 'skit' entitled 'Romeo n Juliet'.. the skit was quite creative with the skit stopping every now n then to sing a song related to the scene.. I find their acting veri gd as well, cld join LD if they ever quit Guides..=) we sang 'If we Hold on Together' as well, the song I sent Aik the day b4 cos she nid it for SJ=) After all that singing.. we were shocked they said it was sec 1s level performance, totally no xin li zhun bei, it was suppose to b at 6.. we sang 'Graduation' after all.. I was hiding at the last row.. scared.. the best part was when we shouted 'sec 4s we luv u all!' at the end n they were cheering.. quite nice=) our performance was followed by sec 2s,3s n 4s' performance, I dun realli understand y shld the sec 4s perform when it's &lt;em&gt;their&lt;/em&gt; farewell.. we all sang anyway, I find the amt of effort put in increase by the levels, instead I find the sec 4s put in the &lt;em&gt;most&lt;/em&gt; effort.. we'd refreshments after all the presentation of presents.. we &lt;em&gt;sang&lt;/em&gt; the grace.. it was sorta &lt;em&gt;cute &lt;/em&gt;for a grace.. then tong was lyk 'sit down, the guiders and guests will eat first, the sec 4s will eat second and u all last, so sit down..' n so we started playing with the balloons in the rm.. hitting them here and there.. I think the sec 2s n 3s find us veri &lt;em&gt;childish&lt;/em&gt;.. hehe.. we &lt;em&gt;young&lt;/em&gt; mahs.. after &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; the eating n clearing of the rm, we fall in n here comes &lt;em&gt;promotion&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I was happy and sad at the same time.. I was veri happy that sunflower had the most no. of promotions.. or at least I think so.. n now.. our patrol has two PLs or at least a PL n a RP(?).. Danette is now our PS.. n stephanie.. I'm not even sure if I'm suppose to feel happy or sad for her.. she had left our sunflower family to become the PS of morning glory.. she was promoted.. but had to leave us.. she cried.. it was so sad.. I felt sad but didn't cry.. didn't even felt lyk at first.. until Sarah came 'chanting' to me that stephanie's leaving us.. I didn't cry anyway.. yea n two more promotions for us.. Jia yin n Mindy r now footdrill commanders.. I at the same time hope n dun that they r our commanders.. I will burst out laughing if they r lah.. but at least they not that fierce.. so those r the promotions of the sunflowerers.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This is for Aikky---&gt; I think Lim Zhen also got promoted=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The sec 4s, with Jasmine representing, presented their level gifts to the guiders(I forgot was it b4 or after promotion=P) n Jasmine was lyk veri veri humourous lah.. our entertainment=P she kept saying the 'wrong' things.. lyk she says 'cos Ms Khor young lah, as in no other meaning lah' then the other guiders were lyk giving the then-we-old-lah reaction.. it was damn funni.. And, yea, 3 of the seniors r no longer our YA, dunno y.. Went into horseshoe formation after that, it was so funni when the new ACLs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;command lah.. I think one of them has a 'baby' voice.. we were laughing lyk mad lah.. Adeline asked Mrs Teo if there's enough space in the rm for horseshoe not, Mrs Teo said we can &lt;em&gt;try&lt;/em&gt;.. but it'll be &lt;em&gt;distorted&lt;/em&gt; lah.. it was damn funni..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;We went to the living rm after falling out to give the individual gifts.. then went to canteen to continue giving.. lol.. hahah.. I was wondering how Fanny n Carmen were goin hm.. the oriolians gave them so many gifts lah.. big ones n small ones.. hahah.. but I suppose they enjoyed it lah..=) our patrol then took the bus to amk central, guess who we saw after getting down the bus! Blue Hse Capt! think she was going home.. haha! bac to us, we wanted to eat at mos burger.. but it was packed.. so went a big round bac to kfc.. found seats near the door ther.. we were lyk 10 of us plus Mindy's china fren, 11 of us crowded ard the tables, we went to buy food while Jia yin n Liudi looked after our things.. we started eating while Jia yin and Liudi were buying their food.. eating.. eating..eating.. Liudi came bac.. 'threw' her burger onto the table.. then her mash potato.. then her drink.. but b4 she cld even reach to take the drink, she jerked the tray or so.. n.. SPLASH! the coke toppled n.. the best part of all.. splash onto me! hahah! quite funni lah.. created sum entertainment for us=) After the cleaning up, we started eating again.. then we wanted to take a pic.. gt the 'kfc auntie' to take for us.. she was damn funni can! she was pointing to the.. I dunno wat's that called.. but the thing that was to capture the pics.. then she ask is it look thru this hole? hahah excuse me it's a digital cam! then she took the first pic.. blurred.. ok she was shaking so much while taking the pic.. I dun blame the cam=) so we asked her to take another one.. she was adjusting, adjusting then said ther's a thumb.. it was her thumb lah! so hilarious man! n so the second pic was took.. n apparently it was still blurred.. we gave up asking her hahah.. n Jia yin said 'she's realli bad'.. we then asked another guy to help us take.. no problems.. n one take OK! Jia yin then said 'Hm.. this is gd!' hahah the scene was lyk funni de lor.. we were lyking joking so much while eating lah.. veri fun.. then they tried taking pics of us, in pairs n threes, I didn't wanna take so Carol sorta forced me to.. I kept avoiding the camera after that.. Jia yin n Mindy cldn't take any pics of me as my phobia for cameras made me react veri fast to them.. Jia yin was saying if anyone cld take a pic of me shall get a reward.. n Danette managed to take a pic of me not with the digital cam but with a hp so I didn't notice.. then Liudi took the cake out for us to eat.. a fruit cake to be exact, n so yea I dun eat fruits=) we didn't had a knife so they wanted to use the cardboard, but we found it so disgusting lah.. they then said 'camp even worse so start training now' but in the end we didn't use it anyway.. after much 'yucking' n 'so disgusting', finally Mindy went to get a knife from the counter.. lol.. we posed a pic with all our hands on the knife then Jia yin realli went to cut the cake which shape became so err.. so she ended up eating that piece.. but b4 she ate it, Liudi spent so much time trying to get that piece of cake onto a piece of cardboard, it ended up being cut into several parts n looked quite ahem.. I watched them eat after that.. we joked n they did &lt;em&gt;gross&lt;/em&gt; stuff to the cakes.. yuck! hahah.. we then cleared up the table n took a pic outside kfc.. n with that, we ended our patrol dinner.. took taxi hm with carol=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;That's my day.. quite a fun day at that.. how's urs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my spirits had just drifted by...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-115289486234519471?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/115289486234519471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=115289486234519471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/115289486234519471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/115289486234519471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2006/07/sec-4s-farewell.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-115270449471159428</id><published>2006-07-12T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T00:28:27.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Listening to "wont giv up" now.. hahah such a nice song.. it'd been so long since I heard the song.. so ytd was lyk.. I suddenly listen.. then rem. the show too touching or sth then I cried leh.. lolx..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Todae was quite fun.. went to support my sch's swim team.. at toa payoh leh! It brought bac so much memories.. was reminded of sports day last yr.. n also that time our class went for movie went ther also.. hah.. somehow I just missed 6.6 so much while talking to aik, ching n xy bout our pri sch..*sobs* bac to the competition, it was somehow quite boring.. cos our sch onli hav gals, then onli 'B' n 'C' divisions.. quite sian.. it was very funni though.. we joked n joked n still JOKED! we didn't do exactly that &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; well though we gt nationals third for both divisions.. onli won the backstroke ('B' n 'C') champs n 3rd for 'B' relay.. we were saying st nick's gals cant swim looking down, onli when we swim facing up will we win.. lolx! is the sky beautiful lah! I luv the sky!=) Cheered until lyk siao todae, damn enthu.. quite happy lah.. onli veri tired..zzzzz At the end of the day, ACS(I) n ACJC, dun noe ACS(B) gt not, put their arms ova each other's shoulders and jump into the pool together.. so cool! dun noe y, but I luv such scenes, veri nice, feel veri happy for them=) JiaYou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Went home with Carol todae, talk n talk n talk in the taxi.. just realise we veri tan2 de2 lai2..=) I feel happy.. but veri veri veri tired.. zzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my spirits had just drifted by...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-115270449471159428?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/115270449471159428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=115270449471159428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/115270449471159428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/115270449471159428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2006/07/listening-to-wont-giv-up-now.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-115254771486287386</id><published>2006-07-10T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T00:11:54.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hmm.. had our &lt;em&gt;very last&lt;/em&gt; footdrill with our sec4 commanders todae.. was quite blue after that.. during hcl.. it wasn't that memorable though.. quite screwed up.. the &lt;em&gt;stupidest&lt;/em&gt; n &lt;em&gt;angriest&lt;/em&gt; part was when the commander say "we hav &lt;em&gt;nth&lt;/em&gt; to say to u all lah" I was lyk "wat the?!" they also said our footdrill is &lt;em&gt;damn lousy&lt;/em&gt;.. haix.. nvm.. farewell's this fri.. not quite looking forward though.. our patrol was lyk damn funni can.. cos our pat. no sec4s to bid farewell so we r goin to buy a cake to celebrate everyone's bd instead.. does it sound &lt;em&gt;stupid&lt;/em&gt;?.. hah nvm.. carol says ppl r gonna think we r &lt;em&gt;sadists&lt;/em&gt;.. well at least I think I'm one.. trying &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; hard to do the proposal now.. but apparently I dunno howta..='( &lt;em&gt;ARGH!!!&lt;/em&gt; 2 tests tmr! haven study yet! ok, anyway, guys(gals), I &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; updated le lah.. cya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my spirits had just drifted by...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-115254771486287386?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/115254771486287386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=115254771486287386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/115254771486287386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/115254771486287386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2006/07/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-115073065730794797</id><published>2006-06-19T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T23:29:08.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;SIANZ! SIANZ! U guys quick quick come bac leh! All go JTC! No one chat with me, no one come here! I angry le lah! Hahah! But I bet u guys are having a hard time ova in JTC, tough eh? Wish u guys gd luck!&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:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my spirits had just drifted by...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29213575-115073065730794797?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/115073065730794797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=115073065730794797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/115073065730794797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/115073065730794797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2006/06/sianz-sianz-u-guys-quick-quick-come.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-115003293387847316</id><published>2006-06-11T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T23:27:02.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;I totally screwed up todae... totally... dun wish to c u for the moment... I feel so embarrass! No way man! Argh! y m I so stupid! I wish I cld hide my face in the earth lyk an ostrich, rite now, rite at this min! SO EMBARRASSING!!! ARGH!!! I SCREWED UP!!! I WASTED THE CHANCE!!! I'M SO... I'M SO... EVEN I CAN'T DESCRIBE IT!!! THREE WORDS FOR MYSELF: GO DIE MAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my spirits had just drifted by...&lt;/em&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/29213575-115003293387847316?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/115003293387847316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=115003293387847316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/115003293387847316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/115003293387847316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-totally-screwed-up-todae.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-114977983123376854</id><published>2006-06-08T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T23:29:53.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I can take it no longer... leave me alone will u? I noe I once made a mistake, just one mistake, and it's ruining my life now... I noe I shldn't do it but it's just once, will u pls let me off? I'll go on my knees and beg u, pls, I beg u, pls let me off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my spirits had just drifted by...&lt;/em&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/29213575-114977983123376854?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/114977983123376854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=114977983123376854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/114977983123376854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/114977983123376854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-can-take-it-no-longer.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-114969467569168435</id><published>2006-06-07T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T23:31:14.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Heyz... didn't get to post ytd 'cos too tired=P... Had so much freedom since mon=D 'cos bro away at camp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had campfire ytd... It was so damn funni... Sarah, Tracy and I were lyk laughing lyk siao... gt a mad guy suddenly came ova to us and said wat, 'young gals', then wat 'sing song', wat thing we gt 'customers', it was chao1 funni... Hahas... Then all the seniors chi2 dao4, Lim Zhen suddenly jumped and appeared in front of us, hai4 wo3 xia4 yi4 tiao4! Then we went BreadTalk buy dinner... after that, take bus, &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; get down at wrong stop wor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The IJ Tao Payoh building was chao1 big! new one wor. We went in, then it's lyk, other than the host, &lt;em&gt;all &lt;/em&gt;the others r &lt;em&gt;Scouts &lt;/em&gt;lah... So err... lor... Then the IJ Toa Payoh basketball team or sth lyk that, (didn't hear properly=P) they performed the first item, it was chao1 cool man! Ohh~ I luv basketball~ hehe, feel lyk watching MVP qing2 ren2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, gt lots of bo3 liao2 stuff... then... our sch performance! Lim Zhen's DAMN cool man, with the cap=D she also dance veri well=D Then, the Scouts were lyk super pervert lah, during the performance, they were lyk saying, 'Chio Bu!' then say 'very sexy' and stuff lah! They were so idiotic lor! Sarah and I wanted to take pic for Aik de, but... campfire lah, too dark, can't c=( but it was realli chao1 cool de, best item leh=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the campfire ended, my mum actually booked taxi for me de, then the dumbo taxi driver forgot! Luckily, just nice gt taxi come, at least u can say it's a blessing in disgust lah, 'cos I saved the booking money=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas, finally a long post=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my spirits had just drifted by...&lt;/em&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/29213575-114969467569168435?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/114969467569168435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=114969467569168435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/114969467569168435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/114969467569168435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2006/06/heyz.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-114958189754954161</id><published>2006-06-06T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T23:31:41.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hmmm... they muz be having a great time rite now... rite at this min! T.T so sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyz... think I'm gettin' weaker and weaker, I cried ova a lost document, can u believe it? I cant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be strong, believe me, or at least I'll try to...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my spirits had just drifted by...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/29213575-114958189754954161?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/114958189754954161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=114958189754954161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/114958189754954161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/114958189754954161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2006/06/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29213575.post-114953204512316562</id><published>2006-06-06T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T23:34:19.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Todae, 06.06.06, a very meaningful day for everyone in 6.6, a pity I cldn't attend the meaningful gathering... &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sorrie guys, and gals, next time maybe... my mum didn't allow... it's a shame, it's a regret, I'll try, next timeT.T... hope everyone wld hav a great time ther... =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my spirits had just drifted by...&lt;/em&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/29213575-114953204512316562?l=memories2oo7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/feeds/114953204512316562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29213575&amp;postID=114953204512316562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/114953204512316562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29213575/posts/default/114953204512316562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories2oo7.blogspot.com/2006/06/todae-06_06.html' title=''/><author><name>working hard to live our lives</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
