<?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-28066619</id><updated>2011-10-03T22:43:00.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>notes-on-breeze</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>186</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-3482678075048473913</id><published>2011-10-03T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T22:43:00.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been so long since I've posted here!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spending the last moments of my eighteenth life, I've decided to revisit the page of my youth, to recall, to think back, before moving forward into another chapter of life unknown...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was rather young in the past, naive, childish, foolish, inconsiderate...the usual things that kids are, or maybe I'm only speaking for myself. I used not to think much before translating my thoughts into words, and when I realised I've made a mistake it is usually too late for amends. Letting my heart and emotions take control, was what I did..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From all the way through kindergarden, primary school and secondary...I was surrounded by friends, who liked me and disliked me. The common thing was, these friends accepted me for all my flaws, despite my imperfections, we were still together, right till today. Two has flown overseas for a medicine degree, one in Newcastle, another in mmm sorry trish I forgot &amp;gt;&amp;lt; haha...but all in all...an almost 9 years of friendship! Hanging out with each other, tolerating another's faults, sharing good food, watching great shows, heart to heart talks...our fab sleepovers, laughing together, and simply enjoying each other's company..but as we all grow up and go our separate ways, what will become of this bond? Only time will tell I guess...though I always feel it's so cool that we aren't exactly the best of friends, but yet we never feel awkward with silence...can talk about anything under the sun, and chill with each other despite not seeing each other for so long...talking like we've been seeing each other everyday...yes, that's what we do when we're together, the seamless harmony of friendship :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School has been a great experience, family pampered me, especially my grandmother and my auntie :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I moved into JC, and with that move I was displaced to live with my parents. Victoria Junior College has been the greatest decision I feel I've made so far, for the memories that I've brought away with me have been more than priceless. I joined choir, into the paradise of my second family, of love, warmth, laughter, acceptance and joy away from home :) choir room...the stinky LTs, our overseas trips, of Genting, Venice, and yes even the unrealised Austria...our SYFs, competitions, performances, esplanade...the time we spent together, the dinners at PP, the movies at Cathay...the BBQs at cavin's...the image of pocks and robin giving end of practice announcements...siglap CC :))...image of rhoda cedric debra david and jinli doing warm-ups...gradually changing to cav eun joce malcolm and me pumping spirit into the choir on bleary sat mornings...choir has made my JC life ever more experiencial and wonderful than it could have been. Thanks Mr Kwei, for such a magical journey...:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Class of 09s32...fun-loving yet studious..the times we spent mugging as a class during our A level study breaks..having dinners from thaipan..seated around a table sharing liao...drinking herbal tea brewed by the parent support..:))..going to Mr chong's house...taking snaps of people sleeping in class...teachers (ms ding!) asking the boys to keep quiet..:)) finding tables during breaks to makan...celebrating end of exams, festivals, occasions...BBQ at merv's...countdown to the new year...thanks for being great buddies giammie wennie and merv :)) you guys made my two years so special :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now here I am..in NUS! Life sciences has been rather interesting so far, and I hope the end of this journey will be worthwhile all my effort now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I countdown to my nineteenth year and recollect...here are a few wishes from my heart:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish that everyone around me will stay loving, happy, kind-hearted, healthy, peaceful at heart and caring about one another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish that my family and I can get closer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that the two of us can grow in our relationship, regardless of differences and disagreements, and accept each other for who we are, to help each other bring out the best in ourselves, to be happy together and enjoy each other's company..be it successful or otherwise in future..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish that the friends I have made so far in my life will stay together and love each other till the end :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish for giammie and wennie to always stay close :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish for my sister to do well in her studies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish for everything nice, happy and wonderful. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Considering all I have done so far...no regrets..:) and may all this come true :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sayonara!! ^^&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/28066619-3482678075048473913?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/3482678075048473913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=3482678075048473913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/3482678075048473913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/3482678075048473913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-been-so-long-since-ive-posted-here.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-4830206131358192580</id><published>2008-12-29T01:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T02:14:54.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Is there anybody you just wish would fall off the planet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Yes. Not naming who.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you flush the toilet in public?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I press the button?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear your seatbelt in the car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;If I'm seating at the back, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a crush on someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Not presently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name one thing you worry about running out of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;MONEY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What famous person do you (or other people) think you resemble?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I AM UNIQUE. I AM ME. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite pizza topping?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;With cheese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you crack your knuckles?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;no, they mutate your fingers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song do you hate the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;a particular song where there's screaming and drums and no melody. just noise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did just mentioning that song make it get stuck in your head?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;YES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your super powers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I'm a psychic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peppermint or spearmint?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Spearmint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are your car keys?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;(Don't tell the authorities.) I've hidden them + my car together in my magic box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose answers to this questionnaire do you want to hear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your most annoying habit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I DON'T HAVE ANY=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you last go on vacation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your best physical feature?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I don't know. My super small hand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What CD is closest to you right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Beethoven sonatas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What 3 things can always be found in your refrigerator?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Milk, ice-cream and mixed peas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What superstition do you believe/practice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;None.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color are your bed sheets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mixture of pink, orange and yellow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather be a fish or a bird?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Bird. I get to shit on people's heads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you talk on your cell phone when you drive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I practise road safety.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your favorite sayings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;When there's a will, there's a way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song(s) do you sing most often in the shower?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It changes according to the most current song I've played on my ipod nano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could go back or forward in time,where would you go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I love my current life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite Harrison Ford movie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What CD is in your stereo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;What CD will be in your stereo in a few minutes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Can I get a stereo for christmas next year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many kids do you plan on having?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;At least three.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could kiss anyone who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My future spouse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when no one is watching?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Admire myself in every pose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they made a movie about your life, what actor/actress would be you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I don't read celebrity news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather die in a blaze of glory or peacefully in your sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;In peace=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee or Tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Neutral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite musician(s)/bands you've seen in concert?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;eh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;yeah=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you talk to yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;When I am sane, yes. &lt;/span&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/28066619-4830206131358192580?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/4830206131358192580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=4830206131358192580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/4830206131358192580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/4830206131358192580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2008/12/is-there-anybody-you-just-wish-would.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-3444951203126951819</id><published>2008-12-26T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T19:25:34.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's my new blog : &lt;a href="http://notes-on-breeze.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://notes-on-breeze.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments and re-link!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to start using that with the arrival of 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-3444951203126951819?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/3444951203126951819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=3444951203126951819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/3444951203126951819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/3444951203126951819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2008/12/heres-my-new-blog-httpnotes-on-breeze.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-3568748328220529047</id><published>2008-12-24T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T05:41:47.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went out with the crats today. We visited manda at the restaurant she works at and had lunch together. Cat brought along her boyfriend, greg along. We exchanged christmas presents and manda gave fish and I our belated presents. It was a shower gel from body shop. haha. I like it a lot cos it's ORANGE! I like the smell of oranges and apples. The nice ester smell. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The christmas present I got was from cat. It's a book. For A-levels GP. haha. It's like each of us brought one present, and we picked names to see whose we would get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I LOVE ME IPOD NANO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish has an ipod touch, fc classic, me nano, manda shuffle. Cat, where's yours? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-3568748328220529047?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/3568748328220529047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=3568748328220529047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/3568748328220529047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/3568748328220529047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2008/12/went-out-with-crats-today.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-7753296830613792253</id><published>2008-12-22T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T06:06:38.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the train today when I saw this advertisement about condoms. Okay, knowing my personality, perhaps you might not want to continue reading, but well. haha. (Guys should definitely skip this) The sign read "The best condom ever created! Designed to fit!" and I was like thinking, how do they create this kind of thing and make it tight fitting. I mean, do they have models of urm, organs that are suppose to wear condoms around? Like sticking up everywhere in the workshop on the tables? Or do they use real-life models? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. *hysterical laughter. If they use real-life models, what do they use to get agitated in the sexual sense? HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that was perv. haha. hahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I met some friends that I had the fortune to make during my trip to Malaysia at Somerset today to catch Twilight at Cini. And, this was the first time I brought my sister out with me. It wasn't as unpleasant as I thought. haha. I'm A evil ugly big sister. *snarls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Shi Hui and Jessie at KFC where we had lunch, and Nadiah, Kimberly and Wynne in the cinema. They were watching the same movie as us. And I was feeling so popular cos it isn't everyday you would see five friends by coincidence (even though Singapore is so small). haha.eh, I think I was feeling egoistic. (Like I always am. haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, during the show, whenever Edward Cullen got on the screen, you will hear gasps of admiration and "awwww"s from the audience. Sigh, those poor infatuated little girls. It made my goosebumps rise. But anyway, we've been through this age, but I don't recall being madly in love with guys. Obsessed would be the word. Was I? NO. I was not. Edward isn't that good-looking either. His skin is too pale, and his eyebrows are hideously thick. An ant could get lost in there, the poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out separate ways after the movie and I COLLECTED MY IPOD NANO!!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I couldn't decide between pink or green, the green was a nice green, not like the tk pinafore green which is extremely unique and eye-catching. But as all parents seem to think, girls should always go for pink. Taking advantage of the moment of my indecisiveness, they (my sister and father) agreed on pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father then went to TANGS to redeem this log cake as he used $1000 with his credit card. It looks pretty! BUT. Deep inside, scheming calories reside.......Should I eat it? Or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another voice speaks to me "EAT FIRST. Exercise later."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green audits farewell tomorrow! We have to go to school. And meet up in normal clothes which mean we will eventually go somewhere else. Which is weird. And inconvenient. But my father was gripped with a rare sense of generosity and offered to drive me to school tomorrow. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think I am high. SUPER HIGH! HAHAHAHAHAHA. WHY? MY IPOD NANO? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I bought my new year shoes today=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. BYE! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-7753296830613792253?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/7753296830613792253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=7753296830613792253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/7753296830613792253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/7753296830613792253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2008/12/heyo-i-was-on-train-today-when-i-saw.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-1066468909118961197</id><published>2008-12-18T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T17:43:03.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A few minutes later, I decided to post again. A short one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think emo posts make people feel emo too, so maybe I shouldn't be posting emo stuff anymore cos there's already enough emotion in these teenage skulls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Stay happy! (I couldn't think of anything to say.)(to type, I mean.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. The fc party cum sleepover thing fell through cos everyone was busy with their own stuff aka work.AND we weren't supposed to wish her happy birthday, so as to surprise her on the 18th (which was supposed to be the party) but anyway, everyone did, which makes me feel guilty cos I didn't. Well..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-1066468909118961197?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/1066468909118961197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=1066468909118961197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/1066468909118961197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/1066468909118961197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2008/12/few-minutes-later-i-decided-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-5392893452260887821</id><published>2008-12-18T17:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T17:32:16.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyo! I have found a new blogskin for my new blog. However, I seem to lack the inspiration for a really nice blog url. Any help? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barney taught us that humans should love one another, and we are all friends together in one big family. Instead, we grew up to know that Barney was only a fake purple dinosaur, with his hypocritical words of love and affection. (sorry, barney fans)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say I trust you, nor care for you as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really want to find someone who is a true friend, who does no betrayal at all. Benita said that hurt is hurt, no matter how deep. I beg to differ however. When the dagger is plunged deeper inwards, the wound it leaves would take a longer time to recover. If the hurt is less, you, or at least I, get over it faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the present, the friends that have not done anything to hurt me are the friends I just made. =) Maybe because they don't have the chance to do it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I learnt how to carve wounds and scars into people because you taught me how to. Because by hurting others, you prevent yourself from sinking deeper into the abyss of pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-5392893452260887821?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/5392893452260887821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=5392893452260887821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/5392893452260887821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/5392893452260887821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2008/12/heyo-i-have-found-new-blogskin-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-4651095898731892069</id><published>2008-12-16T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:52:12.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was on the way home yesterday when miss ironic scene assaulted my virtual senses. I got off the train at eunos and walked towards the adjourning bus stop somewhere nearby and there was this sign that read "No parking of bicycles" with a picture of a bicycle slashed diagonally with red. Somewhat like the "No smoking" sign, except the picture would then be a cigarette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sign was attached to a pillar and right under the pillar was chained a bicycle. I almost wanted to take a picture of it, but decided otherwise when my bus came into view. Getting home early before mom comes home is surely more important in my list of priorities, don't you agree? There were other pillars along the walkway and to each pillar was chained a bicycle. The scene looked somewhat taunting. To the sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not found a suitable blogskin so far for my new blog. Would anyone be willing to design one for me?! haha. back to my search.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-4651095898731892069?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/4651095898731892069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=4651095898731892069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/4651095898731892069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/4651095898731892069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-was-on-way-home-yesterday-when-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-8948416226105079212</id><published>2008-12-11T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:40:55.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Conversation should be pleasant without scurrility, witty without affectation, free without indecency, learned without conceitedness, novel without falsehood.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;William Shakespeare~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think everyone, or at least people of our age, have grown immune to what's true and what's not. To talk like what's above, it's beyond us. Agreed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to create a another blog, with a different blog address (duh), and with it, I hope to start on a smoother journey, more roses, less rocks=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-8948416226105079212?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/8948416226105079212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=8948416226105079212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/8948416226105079212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/8948416226105079212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2008/12/conversation-should-be-pleasant-without.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-5900842170228325325</id><published>2008-11-30T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T17:34:48.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Basically, I made an interesting discovery over the past week. I have discovered that there has been a recent increase in the number of insects in my house, especially particularly large ones the size of your fingernail. Anyway, there was this huge creature in the studyroom and my sister sway sway got bitten by it and then came the typical screaming and crying and gasping...anyway, after that I went into the room and it was SO SCARY! THAT HIDEOUS CREATURE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a newspaper, threw it ontop of THAT creature, and stomped all over it. It's body fluids sort of got splattered on the newspaper, but anyway, I banished it from the studyroom and now it's at the newspaper pile. I had a good look at it when it became dead. It had six legs (an insect), a head with two feelers and wings. Eww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then after I finished my ham and cheese bread and doughnut washed down with a mug of milk, I came to the computer and guess what I saw? A HIDDEN SPIDER, WAITING TO AMBUSH ME!!!!! How could it do such a thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spider was on the table, so I tricked it to climb onto a newspaper, flipped the newspaper over, threw it to the floor and (yes, your guessed right,) stomped all over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here comes the discovery part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were less body fluids when I stomped on the insect, but so much more when I stomped on the spider, which leads us to two conclusions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The spider has a softer body than the insect, thus it's body fluids could be squashed out easily&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The spider, despite having a smaller body, has more body fluids as its organs are smaller than the insect's and thus take up less space inside its body which leaves more room for body fluids.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;The spider's body fluids were like almost 10ml lor, so much. And it was gooey. Yucks. And it was a murky green, like moss colour, but slightly bleached. Only slightly. Anyway, the whole point of this post was to freak you out and most importantly, share the profound method of extermination without dirtying your own hands. You don't have to say thank you, it's my pleasure to be able to share my knowledge and ideas with everyone across the globe (ss). :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-5900842170228325325?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/5900842170228325325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=5900842170228325325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/5900842170228325325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/5900842170228325325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2008/11/basically-i-made-interesting-discovery.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-1198956469743961091</id><published>2008-11-23T18:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T17:41:51.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyo guys! It's another new week and with it brings along so much excitment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wishlist at the present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;vest&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;new piano&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pencilbox&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;new outfit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shoes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ting's muffin recipe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Birthday gifts received&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;handphone holder from denise.k&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;necklace from ly, ben, laura, karen, hj&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;beanbag from jia min and y^3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;towel from shi yuan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;thongs from cat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lingerie from shi han, lp and sharon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think that's all=) If I forgot to add someone in, I apologise now, it's hard being a human with a memory full of flaws. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-1198956469743961091?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/1198956469743961091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=1198956469743961091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/1198956469743961091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/1198956469743961091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2008/11/heyo-guys-its-another-new-week-and-with.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-451642663298691266</id><published>2008-11-21T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T06:27:16.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey everyone! It's been a fantastic week, going out and having fun with my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now onwards, I'm going to be happy no matter what, even when I look at things, see and hear things that wrench my heart out of its very roots...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to happier things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a pair of shoes on wed cos my existing flats had holes in them=) I love them so much! They are white and so nice!!! I can't stand it. haha, i think I'm obsessed. During the day, I would sometimes take it out and admire it. haha. Oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got interesting things to say! Things that I didn't blog on during the horrible Os.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My conditioner melted! I think those days were too hot and it was placed next to the wall, you know, conduction and all.. beyond the walls of my bathroom is the atmosphere, and not a part of our neighbour's house, so the walls are always slightly warmer. It was at first gel like, you know, like semi-solid, but after it melting it sort of looked like warm milk but a little frozen, you'll need a little imagination here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I went job hunting and I found a job! But I didn't take it up cos the working hours were too long. It paid $1000 a month. You could try if you want. It's at isetan. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I bought everyone presents! Those who I owe during the Os. And I finally got my father his present! It's a very nice watch=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now, I'm gonna talk about depressing stuff:&lt;br /&gt;I think the reason I want to blog is that my feelings get read, so that people can share my joy, and friends my sadness at times, without me saying things aloud. Somehow, words always seem better typed out or written out, rather than to be said face-to-face. Have you wondered why? Many would have thought of the same question before, and I'm sure everyone would have had it answered. When one speaks, words flow into our mind and out the very instant, leaving us no time to phrase it nicely so that it'll be perfect, flawless. And sometimes, these very words, raw and imperfect, may reveal parts of ourselves that we fight so hard to conceal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wondered why we feel so uncomfortable when we're with friends and parents at the same time? Do you actually know that one behaves differently around family and friends? I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I leave the house, go out with friends that have hurt me time and time again, I ask myself, why should your friendship mean so much to me? Why did you have to leave such memories behind, so deeply rooted that, when you chose to bring on such a ferocious hurricane it leaves a gaping wound behind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I would think of giving up, then something happens. A touch, a friendly pat, a smile, laughing together, would make my resolve weaken, and I would tell myself "Just once more"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Why Why? Why do you have to hurt me so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be nice if one could have a lever, specifically for controlling emotions in the brain, so that we could choose to have it or not in that particular instant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would cry, but no tears would flow&lt;br /&gt;I would bleed, but dry is my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thousands of stabs slash through&lt;br /&gt;My mind soul body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screaming vultures circle overhead&lt;br /&gt;And peck at my remains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till nothing is left&lt;br /&gt;And I vanish from the world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-451642663298691266?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/451642663298691266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=451642663298691266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/451642663298691266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/451642663298691266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey-everyone-its-been-fantastic-week.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-1430502268307248677</id><published>2008-11-14T20:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T20:41:27.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was prom last night! I can't believe that we had so much fun, even with walking with the heels and all, since it became so much more amusing when we tried to develop our balancing potential, hurting our feet in the process. This makes the phrase "女人爱美不要命" even more true ay? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took so many photos, had so much coke/sprite, and I went forward and we danced together! I was a little hoarse afterwards...haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dessert was very nice, but the food was only ok. I liked the curry though, but I felt that everything wasn't worth $50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing about prom last night:&lt;br /&gt;It was good to see everyone in their prom dress! Especially those that would never ever wear dresses when you go out with them (cough cough).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad thing about prom:&lt;br /&gt;We were seated a little far back and li yin stepped on my toe with her one-stick heels. (haha.it's ok, I forgive her.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures will be uploaded on facebook!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-1430502268307248677?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/1430502268307248677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=1430502268307248677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/1430502268307248677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/1430502268307248677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-was-prom-last-night-i-cant-believe.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-3390058039089128591</id><published>2008-11-13T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:24:37.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well well well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O LEVELS ARE FINALLY OVER! I'm so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with yi ying and jia min yesterday. I played the arcade, and went bowling...then jia min came and we bought her prom dress with her. It's black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, then I'm home now, trying to type (I did my nails already and they feel so stiff and I'm afraid of chipping them..). I usually type like I'm playing piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to do my hair later on, dunno how much it'll cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a blink of an eye, 4 years have passed in tkgs. I will however, reserve the memories and everything to be written in the post after prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that I'm going to write next is a little depressing, so maybe if you don't feel like reading please skip it=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that in life, friends play an important part in bringing you joy, fun laughter and happiness. Ironically, they can also be the ones who turn around and deliver to you such a fatal blow that you feel as though you have been wounded by hundreds and thousands of cruel vultures, tearing your heart apart, wrenching the emotions and happy memories out of your very mind and replacing them with sadness, misery, depression and pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't often that I would find a true friend that accepts me for who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In these many years that I've spent in tkgs, out of the 42 classmates in 4e6 o8, I can only truely say that there are only 3 people who aren't hypocrites. It is a hypocritical world, and I don't deny that I'm one of those too. Just think about it, how many times have you got out of bed, went into school, put on that fake smile, talk what others wanted to hear, behave like how you were supposed to behave, instead of what you truely wanted to do? I smile at you and call you my friend, even though I know we aren't. You smile back at me as though we are best buds. I'm hypocritical. We all are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You talk infront of me. Something I shouldn't be hearing. Do I exist? I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that when I enter jc, I won't be exposed to these incidents again. I hope that I can start afresh, and leave my mask behind, in a corner of tkgs, which can be taken away with the demolishing of the buildings and with it the painful memories which I have acquired in one way or another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-3390058039089128591?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/3390058039089128591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=3390058039089128591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/3390058039089128591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/3390058039089128591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2008/11/well-well-well.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-3659398880838046808</id><published>2008-09-20T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T22:02:50.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got a shock when I signed in to msn just now. I mean, it's not everyday that I get 51 unread messages...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's so busy now, revising for Os and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prelims results aren't that good, so far. And all the disappointment, misery and sadness that I felt over them made me realise something. I was really too complacent. I thought that by praying to God and thinking I could do it, I could achieve the results that I had done all along. I thought that "I am in triple science class, I am certain I can do it" could help me breeze through everything. I thought that the scholarships I receive regularly from the government confirmed me of my capabilities. I thought that I didn't have to work hard. Well, I thought wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt my lesson. From now onwards, I am going to bring out the disciplined me that had been shadowed by my pride and really mug. Because my friends, studying so hard around me, surpassing me in exams, taught me that nothing is impossible in this world, if you put your mind to it and be determined enough to achieve your goals. Everyone is studying so hard, trying to get into the tertiary institution that they want to. I don't want to end up going to a place I don't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So goodbye, dear friends. Till end of Os. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Hey, I got my prom dress=) and it's a tube one. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-3659398880838046808?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/3659398880838046808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=3659398880838046808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/3659398880838046808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/3659398880838046808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2008/09/got-shock-when-i-signed-in-to-msn-just.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-9069434006475070575</id><published>2008-09-12T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T06:20:03.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey girls! Prelims' over! Isn't it great! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad thing is I've still got my flu and slight cough and the problem with the throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the papers were killers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, hope to pass and preparing for the worst. well, surely will I break my L1R5 record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having piano lessons tmr. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping for prom dress next sat (most probably) =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugs to &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; friends! (crats, fc, brinj, cabb, babecarrot, my entire veg family!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-9069434006475070575?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/9069434006475070575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=9069434006475070575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/9069434006475070575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/9069434006475070575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2008/09/hey-girls-prelims-over-isnt-it-great-d.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-1958164915667160746</id><published>2008-09-03T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T20:23:39.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi guys, it's thursday already, and how's the revision going? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By right I shouldn't be blogging now, no one has the time to read this anyway, but a short post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went present shopping with laura yesterday! And we took random pictures in times. Haha. Laura's blog has all the photos! Go take a look if you want! Link's by the side! (Karen, we stuck out our tongues really way out!!!!Haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert was great and fishie said she enjoyed it too! Music makes the world go round yo! Mug hard and all the bestie for prelims and Os!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.I bought a shirt yesterday! Can't wait to wear it out!!! (on a sad note: only after Os though...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-1958164915667160746?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/1958164915667160746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=1958164915667160746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/1958164915667160746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/1958164915667160746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2008/09/hi-guys-its-thursday-already-and-hows.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-4776451279602832038</id><published>2008-08-30T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T22:11:00.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SLonhlsnpXI/AAAAAAAAAVY/ZyVlFP-Vkwg/s1600-h/DSC00726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240544574407419250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SLonhlsnpXI/AAAAAAAAAVY/ZyVlFP-Vkwg/s320/DSC00726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SLonhq13AuI/AAAAAAAAAVg/iOf-5umctbI/s1600-h/DSC00727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240544575788352226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SLonhq13AuI/AAAAAAAAAVg/iOf-5umctbI/s320/DSC00727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SLonhyCuVdI/AAAAAAAAAVo/hhYjsSzNEC8/s1600-h/DSC01463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240544577721357778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SLonhyCuVdI/AAAAAAAAAVo/hhYjsSzNEC8/s320/DSC01463.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SLonOF_sBBI/AAAAAAAAAUw/A5qXZoUhcTc/s1600-h/DSC00693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240544239479948306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SLonOF_sBBI/AAAAAAAAAUw/A5qXZoUhcTc/s320/DSC00693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SLonOHt1PeI/AAAAAAAAAU4/euDeFFqDIFM/s1600-h/DSC00690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240544239941926370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SLonOHt1PeI/AAAAAAAAAU4/euDeFFqDIFM/s320/DSC00690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SLonOUg3NJI/AAAAAAAAAVA/LsDYNOLcrkA/s1600-h/DSC00711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240544243377190034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SLonOUg3NJI/AAAAAAAAAVA/LsDYNOLcrkA/s320/DSC00711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi everybody!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was teacher's day celebrations on Friday and MSP oral as well. The oral examiners were very nice, but I couldn't answer the thrid question. At first I asked them to repeat, so the examiner rephrased it. Then again. Then again, each time getting more and more agitated, thus increasing her speed of speech, which made it worst because I can't catch the words. Haha. Then they answered the third question for me and the I exited the room. I hope it was still ok. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave our teachers something though it was rather last minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our oral, we walked to tiong bahru plaza, then we ran to catch a bus to jessie's house, then rushed to cikgu's house for her surprise party then I went back home. The next morning, I rushed home to make the card for my piano teacher, hurriedly practised my piano and rushed to her house admist pouring rain. Haha. I had live in quite a hurried existence the past two days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My piano teacher said she like my card!!!!=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here are the pictures!&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SLonOUFzVQI/AAAAAAAAAVI/50btRg6VWWA/s1600-h/DSC00712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240544243263689986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SLonOUFzVQI/AAAAAAAAAVI/50btRg6VWWA/s320/DSC00712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SLonOluaupI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/8FsDz0kFLFM/s1600-h/DSC00724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240544247997446802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SLonOluaupI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/8FsDz0kFLFM/s320/DSC00724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-4776451279602832038?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/4776451279602832038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=4776451279602832038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/4776451279602832038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/4776451279602832038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2008/08/hi-everybody-it-was-teachers-day.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SLonhlsnpXI/AAAAAAAAAVY/ZyVlFP-Vkwg/s72-c/DSC00726.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-7511110035871968368</id><published>2008-08-19T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T20:34:03.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think it's going to be that period of the month again. Now I feel very stressed out and emotional. I feel that there are some people now, that are really insensitive to the feelings of others. So indulged in their own happiness they don't really care about their other friends, because they think the "other" friends don't really matter/they take them for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can just ignore the above part and continue to live in the illusion that I'm always smiling and happy. Really. Perhaps it's just the monthly blues. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-7511110035871968368?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/7511110035871968368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=7511110035871968368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/7511110035871968368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/7511110035871968368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-think-its-going-to-be-that-period-of.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-2079382685378203761</id><published>2008-08-14T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T21:54:52.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's like the prelims so soon. O level English oral on Monday 18th Aug and SS to start on next Friday. English is on Thursday. Then Bio, Geog, Maths, etc. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder how much we can really withstand you know. I'm being emotional... Cos it's like recently so many teachers aren't really feeling good about our class. It's not really helping that you're scolding us at this point of time. We're already near breaking point. We won't be motivated to do better just because you place additional pressure on us you know. We might even get a nervous breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is simply so much to do. I'm starting to feel so stressed up. Seriously. Sigh sigh... HELP ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like legacy and we're all surfing the net as we've finished the surveys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-2079382685378203761?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/2079382685378203761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=2079382685378203761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/2079382685378203761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/2079382685378203761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-like-prelims-so-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-4341171746065832938</id><published>2008-08-09T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T05:47:59.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was carnival day yesterday! SO FUN! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pics and some candid shots. haha. Enjoy! (sorry for the unrotated ones! but you can risk a twisted neck!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SJ2QVMchqJI/AAAAAAAAAUI/pyw-OFr7gVo/s1600-h/DSCN1206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232497035866908818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SJ2QVMchqJI/AAAAAAAAAUI/pyw-OFr7gVo/s320/DSCN1206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SJ2QVYbOvlI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/W4RZk6bnMqI/s1600-h/DSCN1207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232497039082700370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SJ2QVYbOvlI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/W4RZk6bnMqI/s320/DSCN1207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SJ2QVmQ5joI/AAAAAAAAAUY/go4huz_g3w4/s1600-h/DSCN1208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232497042797465218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SJ2QVmQ5joI/AAAAAAAAAUY/go4huz_g3w4/s320/DSCN1208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SJ2QV3DUNtI/AAAAAAAAAUg/eaJU49y0g48/s1600-h/DSCN1209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232497047303894738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SJ2QV3DUNtI/AAAAAAAAAUg/eaJU49y0g48/s320/DSCN1209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SJ2QWUDOTKI/AAAAAAAAAUo/ub4775e6_lI/s1600-h/DSCN1210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232497055088135330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SJ2QWUDOTKI/AAAAAAAAAUo/ub4775e6_lI/s320/DSCN1210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SJ2PnDb2owI/AAAAAAAAATg/FLvVxsyeHaQ/s1600-h/DSCN1200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232496243174187778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SJ2PnDb2owI/AAAAAAAAATg/FLvVxsyeHaQ/s320/DSCN1200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SJ2PnlrpLBI/AAAAAAAAATo/aU38URyf6PI/s1600-h/DSCN1201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232496252367219730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SJ2PnlrpLBI/AAAAAAAAATo/aU38URyf6PI/s320/DSCN1201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SJ2Pn7pk4VI/AAAAAAAAATw/JBsKaHz3s6k/s1600-h/DSCN1202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232496258264129874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SJ2Pn7pk4VI/AAAAAAAAATw/JBsKaHz3s6k/s320/DSCN1202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SJ2PoVUxPhI/AAAAAAAAAT4/62Bn9VdTs2Y/s1600-h/DSCN1203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232496265156181522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SJ2PoVUxPhI/AAAAAAAAAT4/62Bn9VdTs2Y/s320/DSCN1203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SJ2PohbxcHI/AAAAAAAAAUA/4j_k4h4-uq8/s1600-h/DSCN1204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232496268406780018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SJ2PohbxcHI/AAAAAAAAAUA/4j_k4h4-uq8/s320/DSCN1204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SJ2O9iAx_YI/AAAAAAAAAS4/bpZ-hWmfVxQ/s1600-h/DSCN1192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232495529827630466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SJ2O9iAx_YI/AAAAAAAAAS4/bpZ-hWmfVxQ/s320/DSCN1192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SJ2O9-X6PcI/AAAAAAAAATA/79P-HNqtlmM/s1600-h/DSCN1193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232495537440832962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SJ2O9-X6PcI/AAAAAAAAATA/79P-HNqtlmM/s320/DSCN1193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SJ2O-fqEIGI/AAAAAAAAATI/cOALj8QZDww/s1600-h/DSCN1196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232495546375348322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SJ2O-fqEIGI/AAAAAAAAATI/cOALj8QZDww/s320/DSCN1196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SJ2O-2qzJvI/AAAAAAAAATQ/lI9Q1y2VEgU/s1600-h/DSCN1197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232495552552445682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SJ2O-2qzJvI/AAAAAAAAATQ/lI9Q1y2VEgU/s320/DSCN1197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SJ2O_Hsq0bI/AAAAAAAAATY/U0sv0rEPbew/s1600-h/DSCN1198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232495557123690930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SJ2O_Hsq0bI/AAAAAAAAATY/U0sv0rEPbew/s320/DSCN1198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-4341171746065832938?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/4341171746065832938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=4341171746065832938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/4341171746065832938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/4341171746065832938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-was-carnival-day-yesterday-so-fun-d.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SJ2QVMchqJI/AAAAAAAAAUI/pyw-OFr7gVo/s72-c/DSCN1206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-6913819722127302957</id><published>2008-08-05T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T21:04:39.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was piano concert yesterday! With my piano teacher, mr laurence and their friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was performed by two very professional people and it was so NICE! I must go to piano concerts more often so that I can get motivated more often too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My piano teachers and their friend was very nice=) I feel as if I was a child you know, with all the concern I was shown. haha. But when they talk I feel a little out, generation gap explains all. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now we are playing a game during Chinese lesson, tic tac toe. Haha. So rubbish ok. Huang and her nonsense. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-6913819722127302957?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/6913819722127302957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=6913819722127302957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/6913819722127302957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/6913819722127302957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-was-piano-concert-yesterday-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-2345778334436379112</id><published>2008-08-01T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T20:12:37.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;The DAWN of a NEW FAMILY MEMBER to the VEGETABLE FAMILY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;May I introduce &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sg.wrs.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0S0zu0K0JNIfRsAIKYl4gt.;_ylu=X3oDMTBpdnJhMHUzBHBvcwMxBHNlYwNzcgR2dGlkAw--/SIG=1g3oi01q8/EXP=1217733002/**http%3A//sg.images.search.yahoo.com/images/view%3Fback=http%253A%252F%252Fsg.images.search.yahoo.com%252Fsearch%252Fimages%253Fp%253Dyam%2526fr%253Dyfp-t-img%2526ei%253Dutf-8%2526js%253D1%2526x%253Dwrt%26w=600%26h=900%26imgurl=www.yale.edu%252Fdesktech%252Fyams%252FImages%252Fyam.jpg%26rurl=http%253A%252F%252Fwww.yale.edu%252Fdesktech%252Fyams%252FImages%26size=21.1kB%26name=yam.jpg%26p=yam%26type=JPG%26oid=9c5731518dfee994%26tt=669765%26no=1%26sigr=118mmgj5s%26sigi=119prft0r%26sigb=12m9flpgp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SJPQXj7l5fI/AAAAAAAAASw/jA38agLSmYw/s1600-h/yam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229752695508035058" style="FLOAT: left; 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I want to be myself again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am 20, I want to be happy. I want to be confident. I want to be proud of who I have turned out to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I turn 30, I want to be married. I want to have 2 children by then, who would cry for me in the middle of the night, after having dreamt of being chased by huge, hairy, gorillas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am 50, I want to travel the world with my friends and help people who need us around the world. I want to see my daughter walk into the church on the arm of her father, and my son to wait at the altar, with a nervous smile on his face, as they move a step forward towards another life without me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I become 80, I want to cuddle my grandchildren, and feel their warmth in my wrinkled flaps of skin, and protect them and love them, just like my grandmother did, not so long ago..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-3474738877544587735?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/3474738877544587735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=3474738877544587735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/3474738877544587735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/3474738877544587735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-i-was-five-i-remembered-mornings.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-8406929451762293167</id><published>2008-07-25T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T20:32:29.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SIqZ79gQoXI/AAAAAAAAASo/ieLtgOGjilI/s1600-h/DSC01082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227159572918083954" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SIqY5vDX7XI/AAAAAAAAAPg/XY7IoLgkBKk/s320/DSC00612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SIqY55VbM6I/AAAAAAAAAPo/fzp9N-RN-cg/s1600-h/DSC00613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227158437927531426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SIqY55VbM6I/AAAAAAAAAPo/fzp9N-RN-cg/s320/DSC00613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SIqY5wcCMWI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Zr9o72JRj0E/s1600-h/DSC00614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227158435539333474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SIqY5wcCMWI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Zr9o72JRj0E/s320/DSC00614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SIqY6NphlSI/AAAAAAAAAP4/rb8AIZPejBk/s1600-h/DSC00615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227158443380544802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SIqY6NphlSI/AAAAAAAAAP4/rb8AIZPejBk/s320/DSC00615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SIqY6B5jpOI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Ab9mSuodC7Y/s1600-h/DSC00616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227158440226563298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SIqY6B5jpOI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Ab9mSuodC7Y/s320/DSC00616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's it nicer to see the words in bigger fonts? Doesn't strain your eyes that much=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here are the zany pics, of which the day seems so long ago=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-8406929451762293167?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/8406929451762293167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=8406929451762293167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/8406929451762293167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/8406929451762293167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-it-nicer-to-see-words-in-bigger.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SIqZ79gQoXI/AAAAAAAAASo/ieLtgOGjilI/s72-c/DSC01082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-4068726194939720753</id><published>2008-07-18T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T21:01:47.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We just received our prelim schedule, and fortunately the dates don't clash with the MSP oral which is set for the 29th of Aug, my father's birthday. =) I feel a little trepidation about the oral date, for my malay is nowhere close to fluent or even to a stage where I can speak without translating word by word from english in my thoughts to malay before speaking it out. Dear me, we'll just have to see how it goes eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I made myself a resolution yesterday. I will strive hard to practise my piano and try my best to finish every piece of assignment that my teacher sets. Anyway playing the piano is relatively enjoyable and provides a break from the endless cramming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But sometimes I feel that I'm losing out academically for intelligent people like the scholars and Miss Chua cram till wee hours of the night and I spent the weekends, of about 6 to 7 hours of my time playing the piano and sleep at 10p.m. everyday. That means I miss out on a lot of revision time. Sigh. I don't have a choice. By 10 p.m. my brain starts to malfunction and disjoins from my body, by 10.30p.m. my lids start to slid shut, no matter how much the brain shouts at it not to (there's no use cos it's disjointed), and by 11p.m. if you don't let me sleep I would bet $5 I can sleep standing. By 11.30p.m. if I don't hit my pillow, I wouldn't be able to sleep for the entire night. So what's it gonna be, sleeping disorders or lack of revision time? You get my point...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I will beat ting in her record in word challenge!! I MUST!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes I feel so much like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chameleon, blending into the society by mimicking others, doing things that would make people like me instead of doing things that would make me the person I am. It's difficult to want to get up again after each setback. Do you know how much it hurts? I'm made of flesh and blood, I am human too. &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/28066619-4068726194939720753?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/4068726194939720753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=4068726194939720753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/4068726194939720753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/4068726194939720753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-just-received-our-prelim-schedule.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-4218129577783469175</id><published>2008-07-11T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T06:02:45.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to cut my hair on either saturday or sunday. haha. And karen's gonna cut a fringe. WHee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THere was a career awareness fair today, and I went for the pre-school education and psychology talk in the studio and the hall respectively. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura, do your bo**s still hurt? HAHA. Sorry. You MADE me do it. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The oral was rather ok and I wasn't as nervous as I usually will be. Reason 1: I was hungry so I couldn't feel the butterflies that were supposed to be there. I think the acid killed them. *gasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason 2: The piano practical I had on the 7th of july already drained me of any anxiety I could possibly find in recent weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually for the first BIG thing that is gonna happen to me in the year, I will find very nervous like e.g. the first performance in a year/SYF and stuff like that but after that anything else seems so much easier. Perhaps that was the reason why I was a nervous wreck during the piano practical on monday. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be revising the alkanes, alkenes, alcohols and the hydroxyl group and etc.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you know what? I emailed a question I had to tjc not long ago and they replied! The question is as follows (only for ppl interested in A-level music):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the criteria to take up A level music is to have a grade 5 practical and a grade 6 theory, but what if I have learnt the grade 6 theory but have not gone for the exam? Would I be able to take up the course?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans: The criteria is set up by MOE and it is what we always tell potential students. But if you enter tjc and express an interest in this course, we would give you a short written test and audition with the musical instrument you play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEE!!! Of course, those weren't the exact words, but please. Human memory does have its flaws, but what's written there is everything that I captured in my mind. You know, the important parts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!!! Can take up A level music!!!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-4218129577783469175?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/4218129577783469175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=4218129577783469175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/4218129577783469175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/4218129577783469175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2008/07/hey-im-going-to-cut-my-hair-on-either.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-4803942665442336085</id><published>2008-07-05T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T19:39:21.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A new day brings along new challenges and with it comes? New determination to face the odds?&lt;br /&gt;On some days, I really feel like staying in bed and never waking up, dreading to face what comes in school. The world is really a cruel place, without love and concern. Friends, family and God gives me love. But sometimes I can't sense it from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is such a complicated place. Why am I so sensitive? Ask my growing environment. When we were young, friends could argue heatedly over a small matter and say, after a few minutes, be best buds again. But now? I don't even know what goes on behind your mind. We are less outspoken than before, for we have learnt the art of hiding our inner thoughts in fear of the reaction it will incur. We pretend, we smile when we don't mean it and say "I'm happy to be your friend!" when you've hidden a dagger beneath the cloak, just in case. Even I do it. Why? Lessons learnt from previous experiences. I don't want to be bitter. I don't want to be hard. I want to be like others. I want to be happy. I want to be naive. I want to be innocent. I want to be the girl I was 5 years ago. But can I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry. I didn't mean it to turn out bitter again. Forgive me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-4803942665442336085?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/4803942665442336085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=4803942665442336085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/4803942665442336085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/4803942665442336085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-day-brings-along-new-challenges-and.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-8507515089007498136</id><published>2008-06-27T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T07:18:35.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The terrible ordeal</title><content type='html'>Wednesday was like I was possessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first week passed by quite quickly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to report about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that there's not much fun activities going on since school has started....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My piano practical is on 7th july. It's good and bad. Good because it's a school holiday, which means I wouldn't miss out on any really important lessons, bad because I ONLY HAVE TWO MISERABLE WEEKS TO MENTALLY PREPARE MYSELF!!!! I need at least a month for this kinda thing. AND my aural and sight-reading is like crap. sigh. anyway, will try my best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone who helped on the terrifying wednesday and sms-ed me to ask if I was feeling better afterwards. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-8507515089007498136?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/8507515089007498136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=8507515089007498136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/8507515089007498136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/8507515089007498136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2008/06/terrible-ordeal.html' title='The terrible ordeal'/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-5154216068734218786</id><published>2008-06-20T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T22:54:59.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SFyW0YYnHPI/AAAAAAAAAO4/os_gxHvBHYQ/s1600-h/DSCN1274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214208295231233266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SFyW0YYnHPI/AAAAAAAAAO4/os_gxHvBHYQ/s320/DSCN1274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SFyW1KWkDCI/AAAAAAAAAPI/GY9zAmerO7c/s1600-h/DSCN1282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214208308644416546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SFyW1KWkDCI/AAAAAAAAAPI/GY9zAmerO7c/s320/DSCN1282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SFyW1WddW4I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/W0CeIBj8YEA/s1600-h/DSCN1283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214208311894563714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SFyW1WddW4I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/W0CeIBj8YEA/s320/DSCN1283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;claire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SFyW1r21qsI/AAAAAAAAAPY/GYWieLkbH9M/s1600-h/DSCN1286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214208317638159042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SFyW1r21qsI/AAAAAAAAAPY/GYWieLkbH9M/s320/DSCN1286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yi ai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SFyW0vB7FKI/AAAAAAAAAPA/hf9BMwbiYLk/s1600-h/DSCN1281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214208301310088354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SFyW0vB7FKI/AAAAAAAAAPA/hf9BMwbiYLk/s320/DSCN1281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yi ai too=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a fun an interesting experience at discovvery kidz preschool!=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-5154216068734218786?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/5154216068734218786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=5154216068734218786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/5154216068734218786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/5154216068734218786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2008/06/me-claire-yi-ai-yi-ai-too-had-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SFyW0YYnHPI/AAAAAAAAAO4/os_gxHvBHYQ/s72-c/DSCN1274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-2165109884962582395</id><published>2008-06-14T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T21:42:06.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SFSckpd-4LI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/UOzlmwVtVYU/s1600-h/DSC00579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211962822195339442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SFSckpd-4LI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/UOzlmwVtVYU/s320/DSC00579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batik printing, remember the art we did in sec 2? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SFSckhHjh6I/AAAAAAAAAOY/a332LUP_i84/s1600-h/DSC00580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211962819953788834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SFSckhHjh6I/AAAAAAAAAOY/a332LUP_i84/s320/DSC00580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SFSck5I258I/AAAAAAAAAOg/ninAnF6fXx4/s1600-h/DSC00581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211962826401703874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SFSck5I258I/AAAAAAAAAOg/ninAnF6fXx4/s320/DSC00581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such an artist. Thanks for your praise. HAHA. no la jkjk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SFSclJy5rFI/AAAAAAAAAOo/05MIpNylTLw/s1600-h/DSC00582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211962830873013330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SFSclJy5rFI/AAAAAAAAAOo/05MIpNylTLw/s320/DSC00582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SFSclbPEjeI/AAAAAAAAAOw/tjQnaJEBemc/s1600-h/DSC00583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211962835554569698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SFSclbPEjeI/AAAAAAAAAOw/tjQnaJEBemc/s320/DSC00583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutlery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SFScVwZp8fI/AAAAAAAAANo/V13I6QEXMSw/s1600-h/DSC00584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211962566358200818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SFScVwZp8fI/AAAAAAAAANo/V13I6QEXMSw/s320/DSC00584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SFScWL6VHEI/AAAAAAAAANw/RTi-ULjYsC8/s1600-h/DSC00585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211962573743004738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SFScWL6VHEI/AAAAAAAAANw/RTi-ULjYsC8/s320/DSC00585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boat ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SFScWbVePPI/AAAAAAAAAN4/qa19YzZFQYY/s1600-h/DSC00586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211962577883380978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SFScWbVePPI/AAAAAAAAAN4/qa19YzZFQYY/s320/DSC00586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SFScWn-85MI/AAAAAAAAAOA/zJZ1oC9XiIQ/s1600-h/DSC00587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211962581278581954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SFScWn-85MI/AAAAAAAAAOA/zJZ1oC9XiIQ/s320/DSC00587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SFScWzqsbjI/AAAAAAAAAOI/nOe0vVVGcJc/s1600-h/DSC00593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211962584414842418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SFScWzqsbjI/AAAAAAAAAOI/nOe0vVVGcJc/s320/DSC00593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some fishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SFScDGHWAdI/AAAAAAAAANA/lkNGx8hDgp8/s1600-h/DSC00594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211962245769462226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SFScDGHWAdI/AAAAAAAAANA/lkNGx8hDgp8/s320/DSC00594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SFScDU8GuiI/AAAAAAAAANI/hdowNjlRgS4/s1600-h/DSC00595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211962249748855330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SFScDU8GuiI/AAAAAAAAANI/hdowNjlRgS4/s320/DSC00595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SFScFSjjPLI/AAAAAAAAANQ/WKFfO5bouwo/s1600-h/DSC00597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211962283468733618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SFScFSjjPLI/AAAAAAAAANQ/WKFfO5bouwo/s320/DSC00597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marine life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SFScFqIHvuI/AAAAAAAAANY/94LyOo3cCjs/s1600-h/DSC00598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211962289796136674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SFScFqIHvuI/AAAAAAAAANY/94LyOo3cCjs/s320/DSC00598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SFScFsd5sTI/AAAAAAAAANg/5OHLBO-UsCs/s1600-h/DSC00599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211962290424361266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SFScFsd5sTI/AAAAAAAAANg/5OHLBO-UsCs/s320/DSC00599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terrifying experience cos the wooden boards were just laid on, not nailed.. just piled ontop of each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SFSbgJRls-I/AAAAAAAAAMY/4NIZaWmbWbw/s1600-h/DSC00604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211961645322318818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SFSbgJRls-I/AAAAAAAAAMY/4NIZaWmbWbw/s320/DSC00604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;father's day celebration on stage where they cut their cake..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SFSbg9OlYcI/AAAAAAAAAMg/1wbTVQZzp0k/s1600-h/DSC00603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211961659268358594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SFSbg9OlYcI/AAAAAAAAAMg/1wbTVQZzp0k/s320/DSC00603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SFSbho4CktI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ZbVrZn1yZE0/s1600-h/DSC00602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211961670984962770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SFSbho4CktI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ZbVrZn1yZE0/s320/DSC00602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SFSbh21EwxI/AAAAAAAAAMw/yKCNgNYsWYg/s1600-h/DSC00601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211961674730619666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SFSbh21EwxI/AAAAAAAAAMw/yKCNgNYsWYg/s320/DSC00601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SFSbiScDaLI/AAAAAAAAAM4/WTgBTkbMt1o/s1600-h/DSC00600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211961682141866162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SFSbiScDaLI/AAAAAAAAAM4/WTgBTkbMt1o/s320/DSC00600.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/28066619-2165109884962582395?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/2165109884962582395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=2165109884962582395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/2165109884962582395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/2165109884962582395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2008/06/batik-printing-remember-art-we-did-in.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SFSckpd-4LI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/UOzlmwVtVYU/s72-c/DSC00579.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-1639543354617825951</id><published>2008-06-06T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T06:39:35.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As much as I wish to, I can't. No matter what, we have been once - you took your place in my heart, without it, I WILL feel vacant, no matter what I do, no matter how hard I try, I will always think of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the years I have spent reading, I have never ever understood how authors could describe emotions hidden behind eyes, like for example, " I could see his hesitation behind his eyes." or "What I could see in his cobalt depths, were fierce flames of anger and hatred.". Now I do. When you look at me, when you train your eyes on me, it was as though I wasn't really there. Your eyes are blank, covered with a smoky veil, from which hides pits of fire. I do comprehend your feelings and emotions. I'm not sure if it's purely me, or another added fuel to fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you see, there was a song that went, "The scene that frightens me most, would be a picture without emotion." You hate me, and for that, you had shown me that you had loved me once, as a friend, and you still do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may want to think I'm deceiving myself, or maybe I really am, just to relieve the pain I feel in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You words pierce through like daggers, as I bleed rivers of red. Nonchalance shows on my face, while I fight the ferocious vultures that are nibbling at my heart, that brings me ever closer to the kiss of death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endless tears beg to overflow my burdened lids, but yet my facade must go on. As tired as I am, as weary as I am, of always pretending to be happy even when what I really want to do is to break down and cry, I can't. I don't want the other person to see me crumble. I don't want the friends around me to ask endless questions like "Hey, what happened? Do you want to talk?". I can't return your care, or concern, when I'm so full of intense hurt. And I'll end up hurting everyone of you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all my friends, who filled up the gaping hole left behind, who made everything ever so much more bearable. Thanks for helping me, so that I didn't have to curl up and cry, alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met. We separate. We were friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are still mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't forget you, nor the beautiful memories you left behind. I know nothing will ever be the same. I will place you in a beautiful chest, lined with satin and silk, and keep you safe forever. Henceforth, I close a chapter of my life. Farewell, Shar**.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-1639543354617825951?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/1639543354617825951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=1639543354617825951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/1639543354617825951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/1639543354617825951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2008/06/as-much-as-i-wish-to-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-86062992905550244</id><published>2008-05-31T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T07:04:46.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SEFOfet6n8I/AAAAAAAAALw/B2i2ZKz1l68/s1600-h/vegie+family+one.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206528946945564610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SEFOfet6n8I/AAAAAAAAALw/B2i2ZKz1l68/s320/vegie+family+one.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; here, tapioca's the single mother. (happy, gran?)And cauliflower's the son and corn's the daughter.(tomato is not fit to be tapioca's son as he is too much of a playboy=()&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SEFQHut6n-I/AAAAAAAAAMA/btgZdDwfLTw/s1600-h/vegie+family+two.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206530737946927074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SEFQHut6n-I/AAAAAAAAAMA/btgZdDwfLTw/s320/vegie+family+two.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cauliflower and broc gave birth to big and baby carrot. Big carrot's the big bro and baby carrot's the li'l sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SEFQHet6n9I/AAAAAAAAAL4/AutIbZ8PrH8/s1600-h/vegie+family+three.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206530733651959762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SEFQHet6n9I/AAAAAAAAAL4/AutIbZ8PrH8/s320/vegie+family+three.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corn and tomato (the playboy son-in-law) gave birth to purple children (purple cabbage and purple brinjal). Brinjal requested to have parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbage and brinjal are sisters. But they are not very close. Brinjal's closer to baby carrot. They often have squabbles and have lotsa fun together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbage and baby carrot also love each other a lot. They love music, like corn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SEFRZet6n_I/AAAAAAAAAMI/za7d_FEPfpo/s1600-h/vegie+family+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206532142401232882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SEFRZet6n_I/AAAAAAAAAMI/za7d_FEPfpo/s320/vegie+family+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, due to tomato's philandering ways, corn has found a secret lover, mushroom, male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SEFRZut6oAI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/U12iqee76YM/s1600-h/vegie+family5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206532146696200194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SEFRZut6oAI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/U12iqee76YM/s320/vegie+family5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is brinjal and spinach. Spinach is a cousin from an extended family. Ever since they met at a family function, they had fell in love ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cauliflower has a weird habit and though loves broc in a sweet way, has a knack of seducing spinach as he wants to try something new. (note: They are both male)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In time, spinach was unfortunately seduced by cauliflower. But he always trys to resist the seduction and is always sweet towards the unsuspecting brinjal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The RELATIONSHIPS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Tapioca --&gt; Grandmummy, single mother who single-handedly brought up two beautiful and intelligent children =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Cauliflower and Corn --&gt; Son and Daughter of Tapioca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Broc --&gt; wife of cauliflower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Tomato --&gt; husband of Corn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Big and baby carrot --&gt; children of cauliflower and broc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Cabbage and brinjal --&gt; children of corn and tomato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Mushroom --&gt; secret lover of corn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Spinach --&gt; lover of brinjal and victim of cauliflower's seduction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;AGE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapioca: 50 =D&lt;br /&gt;Cauliflower: 33&lt;br /&gt;Corn: 27&lt;br /&gt;Broc: 30&lt;br /&gt;Tomato: 29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big carrot: 14 (rebellious teenager)&lt;br /&gt;Baby carrot: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbage: 7&lt;br /&gt;Brinjal: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spinach: 7 (cauliflower is a sicko, preying on children like that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mushroom: 28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(kangkong and potato have been left out of the family tree as you guys don't know them.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. NO CHANGES NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY VEGIE FAMILY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to bugis and bras basah with fish, fishcake, cat and spy. We went to bras basah to buy books, art stuff and I bought a music cd. It was pieces by mozart, priced at only $9.90! Never before so cheap. Good quality too. I bought two styrofoam hearts at the art shop. =) The books were cheap too, but I didn't had the patience to browse through all of them. Half of the time I was afraid that the column of haphazardly stacked books on shaky shelves would fall on me. Went back to bugis thereafter. It was fun! We had dinner at pastamania and cheesecakes for dessert, courtesy of mummy of fish. Then we shopped for cat's bf's present and they sent me off at 7 before going back to bugis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to a wedding dinner tmr. The grandson of my grandmother's brother is getting married, which means my cousin who I have never seen before is gonna marry! =) I love eating!!!! Whee!!!!!!!!!!!! BUT...must exercise first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YOU NOE WHAT? *eyes pop out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat told me that doing crunches only tone the upper part of the stomach muscle but the tummy where most of the fat is can only be toned by SIT-UPS!!! *horrified!! Only did crunches for like 3 months you noe! No wonder my tummy is as "fatty" as ever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*guilty look...sushi and pear for supper, then 30 crunches, 20 sit-ups and 5 push-ups.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-86062992905550244?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/86062992905550244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=86062992905550244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/86062992905550244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/86062992905550244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2008/05/here-tapiocas-single-mother.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SEFOfet6n8I/AAAAAAAAALw/B2i2ZKz1l68/s72-c/vegie+family+one.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-3329133752955037377</id><published>2008-05-23T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T21:13:05.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have never been so in love. OMG. Never ever, since harry potter. Even &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; couldn't measure up to &lt;em&gt;this.&lt;/em&gt; The whole period I was caught up in reading, I couldn't stop. Even when I was eating, what I could think of was Edward and Bella. Even when I was sleeping, my dreams were about them. Even when I was actually reading, it seemed like I just couldn't read &lt;em&gt;enough.&lt;/em&gt; When I was reading, the hours simply flew past and I didn't even know until it became too dark to read. It was all coming to an end too soon when I finally turned the last page of eclipse as I held the page in mid-air, lingeringly. I wasn't satisfied. Oh dear. &lt;em&gt;Why&lt;/em&gt; is the next book coming in the month of prelims?? WHY. I'm intoxicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the long-awaited part:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Vegie Family!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tapioca(grand-daddy) Potato(grand-mummy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cauliflower(Son 1) Broccoli (Daugther in law)&lt;/div&gt;Kang Kong(Cauliflower's older female cousin) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomato(Son 2) Corn(Daughter-in-law) &lt;div align="center"&gt;Mushroom (Elder Sister of corn)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spinach(corn's younger male cousin) Brinjal(broccoli's niece)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big carrot (Son 1 of Son 1) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby carrot (Daughter 1 of Son 1)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cabbage (Daughter 1 of Son 2)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok, here's how it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tapioca and Potato are a weird couple, sometimes arguing, occasionally staring at each other and wanting to dump the other into a potful of boiling onions and mango juice, but underneath it all, cares for each other with a gruff acknowledge of the other's existence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They gave birth to cauliflower and tomato. Both of them are extremely capable and learns fast. Cauliflower married broc, while tomato, corn. Cauliflower and broc live peacefully together and make an envious couple. They have very similar characters and match up to each other's intellectual ability perfectly well. Extremely patriotic and follows government's policy very closely e.g. three or more if you can afford it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kangkong (sl, tapioca specially requested) is a distant cousin of cauliflower. They are occasion soulmates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tomato and corn have their occasional squabbles, but love each other a lot, even when corn is not as intellectual as tomato. They share a passion for dance. Mushroom is a very comforting companion to corn and corn loves her a lot too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Spinach is one of corn's dearest cousin and he has a thing for brinjal. However, as we know how fickle man are, and their weird cravings, he seduces cauli to an extra-maritial affair. (No offence meant to any male species who is reading this.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cauli and broc gave birth to big and baby carrot. Big carrot is actually not very big, but she wants to be called... ...big... Anyway. And baby carrot is really small. Baby carrot constantly squabbles with brinjal but they love each other a lot. They are almost like sisters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cabbage is the dearly loved daughter of tomato and corn. They spoil her rotten, especially corn. Cabbage and baby carrot loves playing duets together and shares a passion for music. I think cabbage inherited corn's love of music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I hope I didn't miss anyone out! Who else wants to join?! =) I can enlarge our family!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here's the down part: confession to make to big carrot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There are a few bumps on the spine when I took the book out of my bag even before I started reading. I'm so sorry!! It must have been my fault since the book was in my possession, but how could it be so? I mean, I must have known when I did that but I couldn't remember. The only reason I could think of was it got hurt when my helpful classmates shifted my bag and books to the other side of the wall. Cos I placed the books in the plastic bag then in my bag, but I think something squashed on top of it. I was bringing the recyclables down then. I am SO SORRY. WHAT CAN I DO, Big Carrot? I'm so so so so sorry. =(&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My placenta is ripping off my uterine wall, causing my blood vessels to leak blood out. Oh dear. Pain is gripping me in frequent spasms, making me double over, holding the massive monster at bay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-3329133752955037377?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/3329133752955037377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=3329133752955037377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/3329133752955037377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/3329133752955037377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-have-never-been-so-in-love.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-2259334561498669667</id><published>2008-05-16T19:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T19:51:59.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To date:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english A2&lt;br /&gt;maths B4&lt;br /&gt;a maths A2&lt;br /&gt;hcl A2&lt;br /&gt;physics A1&lt;br /&gt;Bio A2&lt;br /&gt;Chem C5&lt;br /&gt;geog A2&lt;br /&gt;Ss B4&lt;br /&gt;malay B3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;People can be over-sensitive sometimes. And it leads to misunderstandings. The neglect to clarify things up is an aiding factor in the worsening of relationships. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I think the attitude of which I treat others is how I would want others to treat me. Different people have different expectations and characters and the attitude of which they receive comments that are grossly misintepreted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I think the letdown in friendship over the recent one was that you guys did not understand me enough. And I think we were simply too far apart in interests and character. I was more of a English-related person, while you go for chinese news and gossip. I am a peace-loving person, while you exist in frequent tantrums. Till now, the only real disappointment was only one person among you two that keep me determined at a distance. I thought you were true, a nice kind person, but all I found out was that you like to act **** and pretend about it. Perhaps the greatest contributor was the environment which you grew up in. And I never knew you could be so scheming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I only feel the loss for the other person. Nothing I say now will help. I had my chance and I think I blew it. No matter what, I still want you to know, you are my friend forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging seems to be the recent method of which "friends" throw daggers at each other eh? I would say it's cowardice that prevents us from telling them face-to-face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-2259334561498669667?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/2259334561498669667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=2259334561498669667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/2259334561498669667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/2259334561498669667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2008/05/to-date-english-a2-maths-b4-hcl-a2.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-8986186057739921938</id><published>2008-05-16T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T06:09:09.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, I received this request to complete a quiz on friendster and this is what I read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiz title: What one word best describes you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question #1&lt;br /&gt;What would be most characteristic of you? (I mean, this question is still ok...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Pack your bags and leave on an unplanned holiday two minutes later&lt;br /&gt;2.Feel terrible that you can't solve world hunger and write a poem about it&lt;br /&gt;3.Decide to build something in the garden and get your partner or siblings to help&lt;br /&gt;4.Calmly listen to a friend speak about their woes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question #2&lt;br /&gt;What best describes you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Confident and self-assured&lt;br /&gt;2.Thoughtful and creative&lt;br /&gt;3.Ambitious and easily angered&lt;br /&gt;4.Rational and mediocre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question #3&lt;br /&gt;What element best describes your personality? (Omg, element?!!haha, woo, I'm &lt;em&gt;fire&lt;/em&gt;, I'm &lt;em&gt;air...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Air&lt;br /&gt;2.Earth&lt;br /&gt;3.Fire&lt;br /&gt;4.Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question #4&lt;br /&gt;What weather best describes your personality? (Oh gosh, I never knew I was crisp and cold!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Humid&lt;br /&gt;2.Hot and dry&lt;br /&gt;3.Crisp and cold&lt;br /&gt;4.Wet and cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question #5&lt;br /&gt;Do you usually feel?&lt;br /&gt;(I feel so depressed that I WANT TO COMMIT SUICIDE THIS INSTANT!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Happy and energetic&lt;br /&gt;2.Depressed and unsatisfied with yourself&lt;br /&gt;3.Strong and powerful&lt;br /&gt;4.Quiet and relaxed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question #6&lt;br /&gt;Do others perceive you as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Egotistical and impulsive&lt;br /&gt;2.Kind and gentle&lt;br /&gt;3.Domineering and bossy&lt;br /&gt;4.Lazy and dependable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question #7&lt;br /&gt;What animal are you most like (Lion, roar!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Lion&lt;br /&gt;2.Lemming&lt;br /&gt;3.Elephant&lt;br /&gt;4.Donkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, no offence whatsoever, but I thought the part about element and weather was a little over the edge. However, it was an ingenious and interesting idea by integrating these into the quiz as I've never met these questions before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess my result?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Phlegmatic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the word that best describes you! The dictionary meaning of the adjective phlegmatic' is unemotional, stoic and calm. As a phlegmatic person you are reliable, reasonable, contented and observant. You possibly get stuck in ruts because of your dependence on routine and lack of enthusiasm. Although often seen as shy and reserved; you have many friends because you are dependable, rational and kind. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh. Rational, stoic, unemotional, calm. You get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Anywaes, I need to thank ting!! (my dear cabbage) for that stretching-my-facial-muscles exercise! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my vegie family:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ting --&gt; cabbage!!&lt;br /&gt;Laura --&gt; baby carrot (aww...)&lt;br /&gt;Karen --&gt; Brinjal (never judge a vegie by its purple skin, it's all soft and crazy on the inside!!)&lt;br /&gt;Hui Jie --&gt; Spinach (gives popeye energy)&lt;br /&gt;Li Yin --&gt; Cauliflower (bright)&lt;br /&gt;Ravleen --&gt; Long beans which are long and thin...&lt;br /&gt;Rasyiqah --&gt; mushroom (brown is a comforting colour=))&lt;br /&gt;Shi Yuan --&gt; tomato (cos I love you so much and tomato is red with health and you're so pink!)&lt;br /&gt;A special friend --&gt; butter mushrooms (no reason why..=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you guys don't mind! These are simply forms of endearment! See how much I luuurrrve you!!=)Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thanks for letting me know where I stand. I know you had wanted to hurt me. But if I didn't cause you hurt in the first place, you won't have wanted to do the same to me. If I have caused you pain, that means our friendship had really existed. So, thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-8986186057739921938?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/8986186057739921938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=8986186057739921938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/8986186057739921938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/8986186057739921938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2008/05/ok-i-received-this-request-to-complete.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-4859726700061708059</id><published>2008-05-10T22:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T22:18:58.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In our ordinary lives, time passes, day by day, as we go about our matters....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When do we really sit down and think of what we really want? Are we doing what we are doing because we want to do it? Are we really feeling happy? Is this who we want to become? If your answer is in the positive, then good for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things in life that I want to do, that I want to accomplish. Dreams that are so impossibly hard to catch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be successful, I want a huge house, a loving husband, adoring children, a loving family, a circle of true friends... but most importantly, what I want is happiness, happiness for my family, friends and people around me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When reality started making an impact on me, what I realised was the need to know contentment. Now I will be happy, just being me. Some say I don't have big dreams, some say I will be throwing my future away. Then I ask them, "Is this my life or yours?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the journey of my life ends, I want people to remember me. I don't have to be constantly on your mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a passing shadow, an occasional flashback, that will do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like that picture above, I hope I would leave a lingering imprint, insignificant yet clear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU GUYS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-4859726700061708059?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/4859726700061708059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=4859726700061708059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/4859726700061708059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/4859726700061708059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-our-ordinary-lives-time-passes-day.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-1192418666041436388</id><published>2008-05-09T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T19:15:00.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey hi everyone! It was a rather depressing day today, as it sees tears, downcast and damp faces....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, yup, I wasn't satisfied with my results either, and I knew my performance hadn't been that good after I finished that particular paper(s). So I guess I really had more time to prepare for it which was why I could accept my results that easily. For the first few days, I kept asking and pondering over the question "What would happen if I didn't do well?" . What could I do? The sensible answer would be: There's no point crying over split milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that, but it didn't keep me from worrying at all. Thereafter, I think I had burnt of lots of nervous energy pacing in the house and fretting over the anticipated marks which would definitely be far from expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it suddenly became clear to me. Why don't I just take things in my stride, look at things from a wider perspective and accept things for what they are? I knew it was what I had to do, it was just that I could not bring myself to calm down. After I came to terms with facing up to my disappointment, it was so much easier the rest of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facing up to such a disappointment is perhaps, a more excruciating process for us than for others, as we have always been told to HAVE to do BEST in the level, to HAVE to GET A1s, etc. There was so much peer pressure and pressure from my teachers that I had to face. It was almost suffocating..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, what could I do more that could amend my results? Nothing. "Just relax," I told myself. "So what if you didn't do well this time round? It's alright.. You still have plenty of chances!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took that advice, and kept a smile on my face.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What that was most important, was that I got through the hurdle I set for myself. If I had insisted that I NEED to do well, that getting more than and L1R5 of 10 wasn't acceptable, then I would have been rather sickly-looking by now=) It was getting pass my own expectations that mattered most in letting me face up to my own disappointment. Lower your expectations, and be happier. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for those who weren't exactly feeling great, (karen, laurie, rav, and others) letting your stress out would be a rather sensible choice to keeping up a facade and hide your raw emotions underneath, letting it swell up and consume you in time to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish everyone all the best for the rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;There are some people I detest in the world:&lt;br /&gt;gossipers&lt;br /&gt;betrayers&lt;br /&gt;lie-spreaders&lt;br /&gt;and hypocrites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you can't help it, but it is getting increasingly difficult for me to try not to increase my dislike for you as days pass by. It's one thing to hate me, but another to influence my other friends into behaving the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a good and bad side to everyone. I guess your negative feelings are more strongly seen by me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-1192418666041436388?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/1192418666041436388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=1192418666041436388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/1192418666041436388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/1192418666041436388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2008/05/hey-hi-everyone-it-was-rather.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-496097639128683737</id><published>2008-05-03T21:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T21:10:49.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I never knew finding a suitable blogskin could be so amusing yet tedious..haha..sigh..=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-496097639128683737?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/496097639128683737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=496097639128683737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/496097639128683737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/496097639128683737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-never-knew-finding-suitable-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-3883965568846054144</id><published>2008-05-02T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T21:42:30.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For some reason or another, blogskin.com had a grudge against me and I couldn't unearth a suitable blogskin as promised since the webbie was loading so slowly. *hint: I'm an impatient person..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha..just thought of some philosophical things, and I will be posting it on the class blog later. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-3883965568846054144?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/3883965568846054144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=3883965568846054144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/3883965568846054144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/3883965568846054144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2008/05/for-some-reason-or-another-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-5050785329635483859</id><published>2008-04-25T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T20:14:12.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After the seemingly endless and torturous mid years, I went out with li yin, hui jie, shi lin and claire yesterday to CELEBRATE!!! WHEE!! We went to Kallang leisure park to sing kbox. The salmon set lunch was great and the songs were so HIGH!!! Thereafter was BOWLING! I scored 97 the first time, (beginner's luck) and 56 in the second game. Look at CLAIRE's score...and she claimed she didn't play much..sigh...the humble person..THANKS to all who made FRIDAY such a HAPPY DAY! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SBKdJ_H1NbI/AAAAAAAAALo/tKJbxUr2I04/s1600-h/DSC00349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193386115200267698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SBKdJ_H1NbI/AAAAAAAAALo/tKJbxUr2I04/s320/DSC00349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SBKc7vH1NWI/AAAAAAAAALA/kFPNeLf45J0/s1600-h/DSC00358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193385870387131746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SBKc7vH1NWI/AAAAAAAAALA/kFPNeLf45J0/s320/DSC00358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SBKc9PH1NXI/AAAAAAAAALI/_M_spuTa70o/s1600-h/DSC00357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193385896156935538" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SBKbrfH1NJI/AAAAAAAAAJY/A3_8RjKqFJQ/s320/DSC00644.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SBKbrfH1NKI/AAAAAAAAAJg/KQZx2vqARnk/s1600-h/DSC00625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193384491702629538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SBKbrfH1NKI/AAAAAAAAAJg/KQZx2vqARnk/s320/DSC00625.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SBKbrvH1NLI/AAAAAAAAAJo/BFqOFcdV_ls/s1600-h/DSC00618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193384495997596850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SBKbrvH1NLI/AAAAAAAAAJo/BFqOFcdV_ls/s320/DSC00618.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-5050785329635483859?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/5050785329635483859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=5050785329635483859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/5050785329635483859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/5050785329635483859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2008/04/after-seemingly-endless-and-torturous.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/SBKdJ_H1NbI/AAAAAAAAALo/tKJbxUr2I04/s72-c/DSC00349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-6070133380647197354</id><published>2008-04-25T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T07:54:16.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The valuable lessons I have learnt from friendship</title><content type='html'>There are some people in our lives, that shape our character, that determines the person we eventually turn out to be like. No single person is identical, even clones. Characteristics are unique to an individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People group together for specific reasons; they have common interests, or by quest of companionship with one they can relate to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have flaws - no single person can be perfect. As a friend myself, I openly declare that I'm not the best that I can have. But the people who can accept me for who I am, and acknowledge me for my faults, are the ones that can ultimately be my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm apologetic for actions which you think I have done to be offensive, though I'm not even sure what I did that caused such reactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think that ignoring my existence is a form of punishment? I will not be as emotionally traumatised as I did the previous time, as due to that previous experience, I have learnt to build up my defences, so that when I fall again, I won't fall so severely. As the saying goes, "Once bitten, twice shy." The two incidents that have happened has proved that you are unable to accept me for who I am. You might be sensitive to my remarks, simply because you do not know me well enough and do not want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we first met, we weren't drawn to each other. I got to know you only through another friend. The lack of common interests and the difference in expressions of thoughts and feelings has probably led to the result of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By deliberately doing actions that you do to try to hurt me won't work - it just goes to show how childish and immature you can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't good to be too sensitive, like the way you are, misinterpret meanings that aren't meant to be, and get all huffed up about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two wrongs don't make a right. I might have done something that repulsed or irritated you, and made you incur dislike against me. However, do you think I'm oblivious to the murmurs you so obviously increase in volume when I walk pass and the deliberate ignorance of my presence? What were you trying to achieve by doing that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friendship that we have make everything seem like a duty instead of an obligation. For the slightest thing one can get upset at each other and talk behind other's back. Is backstabbing and talking behind other's backs something friends, true ones, or what you so claimed, should do? Sure, you make up. But should you have talked about her behind her back? Do you think she doesn't know that you are doing it? How would you feel if we were the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;perpetrators&lt;/span&gt; instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I'm too direct, too straightforward, and that may hurt others. But I really do so without meaning it, and realise it after much too later. I don't even realise it sometimes. If I had done something that wasn't right, you could have told me, so I could apologised and make it up to you, since it was something that I had done wrong. But by keeping it behind hushed doors, and wait for the tension to rush out one day like torrents of swift water wouldn't be good. I would rather you tell me straight than make sarcastic remarks and expect me to get what you mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This friendship has brought along much valuable experience to me in life. Some events may bring along happiness, some may bring sadness. No matter what, these lessons have taught me a lot, and I thank you for letting me know even more clearly that life is certainly not a bed of roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm prepared to make a clean cut this time. Twice is more than enough. I hope we can face each other with ease when we next meet. Some things that are meant to be will be. I won't force you to do things you don't like, and if you feel better with perpetual ignorance of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;existance&lt;/span&gt;, go ahead. But I would feel happier letting go off all feelings of hatred and enmity (remember Iraq and Kuwait? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;..=)) and lead a carefree life, filled with smiles and colours! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-6070133380647197354?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/6070133380647197354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=6070133380647197354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/6070133380647197354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/6070133380647197354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2008/04/valuable-lessons-i-have-learnt-from.html' title='The valuable lessons I have learnt from friendship'/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-445989442749322728</id><published>2008-04-11T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T07:19:31.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, it has been a very traumatising week for me, as I float adrift in the sea of emotions. As depressing things should not be lingered on, I shall skip all the unpleasant events. Just want to thank Laura for lending me her ears, even if it's just for a few minutes. Thanks for the concern and thanks for being my friend. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, mid-years are just right on Monday. I feel slightly pressurized. Alright, quite pressurised. I wonder how I'm gonna tough it out till the Os. I would probably have a mental breakdown. And go gigigaga..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all the best to everyone for their exams!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-445989442749322728?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/445989442749322728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=445989442749322728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/445989442749322728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/445989442749322728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2008/04/well-it-has-been-very-traumatising-week.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-5158880624253997691</id><published>2008-04-05T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T00:18:36.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sports day pictures=) For candid shots, go to &lt;a href="http://rollwiththesixers.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://rollwiththesixers.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R_cnmHiBIZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/iBGu4bB9xQQ/s1600-h/DSC00288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185657031750656402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R_cnmHiBIZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/iBGu4bB9xQQ/s320/DSC00288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R_cnPXiBIUI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JyUGRURazhM/s1600-h/DSC00247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185656640908632386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R_cnPXiBIUI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JyUGRURazhM/s320/DSC00247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R_cnPXiBIVI/AAAAAAAAAIg/hXxKKDnZlxM/s1600-h/DSC00255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185656640908632402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R_cnPXiBIVI/AAAAAAAAAIg/hXxKKDnZlxM/s320/DSC00255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R_cnPniBIWI/AAAAAAAAAIo/lEnKxXio07I/s1600-h/DSC00267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185656645203599714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R_cnPniBIWI/AAAAAAAAAIo/lEnKxXio07I/s320/DSC00267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R_cnPniBIXI/AAAAAAAAAIw/I0__duPw2ok/s1600-h/DSC00282.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R_cnP3iBIYI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Q5Z3D1jpx-M/s1600-h/DSC00282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185656649498567042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R_cnP3iBIYI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Q5Z3D1jpx-M/s320/DSC00282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R_cmqniBIPI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7KUZdxT97aY/s1600-h/DSC00222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185656009548439794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R_cmqniBIPI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7KUZdxT97aY/s320/DSC00222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R_cmqniBIQI/AAAAAAAAAH4/abgWNJ1mSIo/s1600-h/DSC00223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185656009548439810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R_cmqniBIQI/AAAAAAAAAH4/abgWNJ1mSIo/s320/DSC00223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R_cmq3iBIRI/AAAAAAAAAIA/p8WvXdeq4gE/s1600-h/DSC00224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185656013843407122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R_cmq3iBIRI/AAAAAAAAAIA/p8WvXdeq4gE/s320/DSC00224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R_cmq3iBISI/AAAAAAAAAII/hFIwlyXD8lI/s1600-h/DSC00240.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R_cmq3iBITI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/L-o81g6ss-E/s1600-h/DSC00245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185656013843407154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R_cmq3iBITI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/L-o81g6ss-E/s320/DSC00245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-5158880624253997691?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/5158880624253997691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=5158880624253997691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/5158880624253997691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/5158880624253997691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2008/04/sports-day-pictures-for-candid-shots-go.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R_cnmHiBIZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/iBGu4bB9xQQ/s72-c/DSC00288.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-8394957046369960132</id><published>2008-03-28T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T00:01:14.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday's party was great! We had so much mouth-watering food to choose from that I couldn't continue with her birthday cake anymore, though it looked so nice and delicious with that big glittering strawberry there.....anyway, thanks for such a nice and interesting party Helena! We love your forever!! I hope you will like our present!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R-3nsHiBINI/AAAAAAAAAHk/neyLIM2fpqw/s1600-h/DSC00207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183053491295297746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R-3nsHiBINI/AAAAAAAAAHk/neyLIM2fpqw/s320/DSC00207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and ras ras!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R-3nZXiBIEI/AAAAAAAAAGc/lqnn2yQSO_o/s1600-h/DSC00188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183053169172750402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R-3nZXiBIEI/AAAAAAAAAGc/lqnn2yQSO_o/s320/DSC00188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharon and I (it was rather windy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R-3nZniBIFI/AAAAAAAAAGk/lXqJa3Vg-IA/s1600-h/DSC00192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183053173467717714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R-3nZniBIFI/AAAAAAAAAGk/lXqJa3Vg-IA/s320/DSC00192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah ho and yq (see? told you the wind was strong=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R-3nZniBIGI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kyC5XIJ5vfM/s1600-h/DSC00193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183053173467717730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R-3nZniBIGI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kyC5XIJ5vfM/s320/DSC00193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute claire and yq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unglam pictures of our jump shots start!!! Haha, laugh all you want, cos I felt it rather amusing too! HAHA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R-3nZniBIHI/AAAAAAAAAG0/jt_WNDBazpk/s1600-h/DSC00195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183053173467717746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R-3nZniBIHI/AAAAAAAAAG0/jt_WNDBazpk/s320/DSC00195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R-3nZ3iBIII/AAAAAAAAAG8/Qx585N4Z2xY/s1600-h/DSC00196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183053177762685058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R-3nZ3iBIII/AAAAAAAAAG8/Qx585N4Z2xY/s320/DSC00196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R-3nr3iBIJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/vXwZsKoeF2c/s1600-h/DSC00201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183053487000330386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R-3nr3iBIJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/vXwZsKoeF2c/s320/DSC00201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R-3nr3iBIKI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tqbCmUgh2UA/s1600-h/DSC00202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183053487000330402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R-3nr3iBIKI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tqbCmUgh2UA/s320/DSC00202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R-3nr3iBILI/AAAAAAAAAHU/QWNvArtxv74/s1600-h/DSC00203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183053487000330418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R-3nr3iBILI/AAAAAAAAAHU/QWNvArtxv74/s320/DSC00203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R-3nsHiBIMI/AAAAAAAAAHc/23-UMUYVob8/s1600-h/DSC00204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183053491295297730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R-3nsHiBIMI/AAAAAAAAAHc/23-UMUYVob8/s320/DSC00204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it rained for a while last night, our spirits were dampened at all. Happy sweet sixteen, dear friend! You simply dazzled the crowd last night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-8394957046369960132?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/8394957046369960132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=8394957046369960132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/8394957046369960132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/8394957046369960132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2008/03/yesterdays-party-was-great-we-had-so.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R-3nsHiBINI/AAAAAAAAAHk/neyLIM2fpqw/s72-c/DSC00207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-4202901429757194404</id><published>2008-03-23T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T19:14:37.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think guys who play the piano or any musical instrument have a certain charm to them. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-4202901429757194404?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/4202901429757194404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=4202901429757194404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/4202901429757194404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/4202901429757194404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-think-guys-who-play-piano-or-any.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-5452620582857169663</id><published>2008-03-21T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T23:54:38.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We went to help out at the TAN KAH KEE competition today. We reached around 7.40a.m. at Buona vista. Yes dear, BUONA VISTA. At 7.40 p.m. And when did i had to drag my weary body out of my cuddly warm nest? One can simply imagine the turmoil I went through in order to proceed with the 15 min walk to the nearest mrt of my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough with the morning blues. Thereafter, Tricia ditched us for the comfort of her mother's car and Gillian, Lemon and I sought our way to Biopolis together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The competition was quite fun, and the participants were all from either universities or polytechnic students who sprout words that leave blanks in my mind with their big chim-my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gillian and I were in the same group. I took the time and rang the bell when 15 min was up. Gillian was outside the room, scheduling participants to come in. She had to call the next few groups from a common holding area. We switched roles after a tiny intermission. We got to listen to a few presentations that was quite interesting, and they really did hold my attention. However, as morning bled into afternoon, i kinda switched off due to my hunger pangs as we did not have our tea break since the participants exceeded their time limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took 1 and a half hour to come back. And I just finished the online test which results I will now proudly present to you: a big nice 2 out of 5. I just hope that mrs pang will not call me out and do her humility and determination speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) looking forward to collection of paperweights on monday! Put in about 4.5 hours of cip today.=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-5452620582857169663?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/5452620582857169663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=5452620582857169663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/5452620582857169663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/5452620582857169663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2008/03/we-went-to-help-out-at-tan-kah-kee.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-8068346580178912938</id><published>2008-03-20T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T06:00:07.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The long weekend</title><content type='html'>It's Good Friday tomorrow and sayo to school! Well, at least for three days...and if you are really that realistic, you can say we only hv a day of holiday. Loaded with the amount of revision and homework, I would say it is worse than what we get on a normal school day..sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, how are your results? =) Mine were still rather alright, though I wasn't satisfied with my english results. I got band 1 for all my sciences though! =) Band 1 refers to the top 10% of the cohort, for people not living amongst the tkgian craziness of cramming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many people in the walk of life that we meet, that may cause us much happiness, anger, sadness..Though we may not neccessarily always meet people that gives us happiness, and some choices of friends may not be correct, we would ultimately always gain experience and wisdom after a good or bad relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some friends say they are friends, or rather, they pretend to be, then they laugh behind your back and say otherwise. They pretend to hug you and dry your tears when you're sad, then turn around and stab you from behind. They gossip away your secrets that they swear they'll never tell, then deny the charge when you ask them about it, and even act all sad and depressed that you had so little faith in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some others make friends just because they don't want to be alone, and when they find someone else better, more interesting, they just cast you aside, because you have outlived your usefulness. When their "better" friend is busy doing something and has no time for them, they turn back to you again. You are like a substitute, used only when needed, dispensed of when you're not. What makes me frustrated is that you are willing to be used thus - you don't even mind being a substitute, reason being you treasure that friendship not returned by the other party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also another group of people, that aroused much of my dislike and repulse. They ignore you and treat you as if you were non-existent, then when someone of importance to them comes over, they immediately change their attitude, just because they want that someone of importance to think good of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is never a bed of roses. Through the 15 plus years of life, I have met many people, and they in turn have enriched my knowledge of living and dealing with problems, stress and challenges. In this complicated world we live in, there are too many setbacks and obstacles that we would need to overcome. To linger too long over a single incident will ultimately cause your defeat in the race of the survival of the fittest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so many things that have happened, I have learnt to take things in my stride. I will not tell you anything as you will not want to listen and instead try to push the blame away and think that I'm going against you and making life difficult for you on purpose. I hope that &lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt; will not cause unfortunate things to happen in your near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of the "psychological teachings" of yq! Now to put a smile on your faces....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to find some jokes! But......the blank space probably placed a puzzled frown instead of a smile..haha=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya on monday!=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-8068346580178912938?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/8068346580178912938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=8068346580178912938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/8068346580178912938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/8068346580178912938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2008/03/long-weekend.html' title='The long weekend'/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-2712605445318245992</id><published>2008-03-15T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T02:43:33.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We went to Singapore Polytechnic today to learn more about chemistry and how it CHANGES THE WORLD!!!! Not.....haha. Not like how L "did".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did perfume and paperweights. I added two drops of orchid into my perfume and I think it smells kinda nice. I wish you could smell it too! Imagine, you see my webpage and you smell......orchid flowers...haha.=) so cool... come, let's try. *sprays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did two paperweights but due to time limit, we could not bring them home today as the polyesther was still rather wet. Mrs Chan will arrange it out with the lab technicans and we will receive them later on perhaps when school reopens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the chemistry course, we took the "little" grey ring files that were extremely clumsy to hold and went for lunch at dhoby ghaut, plaza singapura, kfc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was going home, I could almost feel people looking at my file then staring at me. I mean, who goes around with a pinafore and a "SINGAPORE POLYTECHNIC" file. I mean, the words were THAT big that i could see it even from afar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, lots of stuff undone and I still thought I could spend the holidays wisely and revise. Well, I have been studying every single moment (except for tuesday) but somehow time just flew past..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sayo and see you in school!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-2712605445318245992?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/2712605445318245992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=2712605445318245992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/2712605445318245992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/2712605445318245992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2008/03/we-went-to-singapore-polytechnic-today.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-4407486455603852568</id><published>2008-03-07T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T04:55:31.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dear friends, tomorrow is a day we embark on a journey of short-lived salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be frank, we can't actually count it as salvation, since we have to implement our "break" with rigid discipline of revision and hmwk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least I'm better off than some of you guys, since our dance instructor miraculously allowed us to truly enjoy the hols by resuming dance practice only when term 2 starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read a little of my first national geographic magazine, and it was said that the "natural disasters" were worst than ever. Examples would include the heat waves that killed many in country A, floods in country B and increased frequency of monsoon rains in India. (They were labelled country A and B cos I forgot the proper address for those countries)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that mankind is really depleting the Earth's natural resources at such an incredibly quick rate that nature somehow wants to fight back by eliminating us. I think I'm getting affected by the recent death note 3 movie, but if you really think about it, these natural disasters that claimed so many lives would actually reduce usuage of eletricity and paper and whatnot since they would not be here to deplete these natural resources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loss of lives are a great pity. However, humans do have to face the wrath of nature. These calamities that we somehow claim to be "natural", is actually the cause of our many actions that continue to worsen the environmental condition of the Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actions of the present generation would deeply affect the many future generations to come. Well, an example of not treasuring the resources we have now is by yours truly using the computer with lamps/lights switched on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we are all too comfortable with the present situations to stop now, so the biggest hope would be for other many Einsteins to develop an alternative for each of the natural resources that we would run out of someday or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May humans co-exist in peace and harmony with nature one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, our three friends returned from Malaysia today=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm meeting ( I think) my friends on Sunday, but my family is going to my maternal grandmother's house on the same day too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will put myself to follow a relaxed but disciplined revision routine that would be implemented starting from Monday. Tuesday is a break since we are celebrating You Fang's birthday at taka's Seoul Garden=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharon, LP and I will be heading towards Singapore Polytechnic on Saturday to start lessons there in term 2 because we have so incredible brains that we have already done our O-levels. haha. we wish. It's for a science course that we paid $27 for=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all. See ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Don't forget, &lt;a href="http://www.designersonshift.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.designersonshift.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-4407486455603852568?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/4407486455603852568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=4407486455603852568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/4407486455603852568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/4407486455603852568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2008/03/dear-friends-tomorrow-is-day-we-embark.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-6185365647905324695</id><published>2008-03-01T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T06:33:20.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R8ln3x6ktlI/AAAAAAAAAF8/31__gXx9Osc/s1600-h/DSC00089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172779855001204306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R8ln3x6ktlI/AAAAAAAAAF8/31__gXx9Osc/s320/DSC00089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R8ln4h6ktmI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ihUFQiA3NxE/s1600-h/DSC00090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172779867886106210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R8ln4h6ktmI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ihUFQiA3NxE/s320/DSC00090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R8ln5R6ktnI/AAAAAAAAAGM/C1K_gBM1yGY/s1600-h/DSC00091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172779880771008114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R8ln5R6ktnI/AAAAAAAAAGM/C1K_gBM1yGY/s320/DSC00091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R8ln5h6ktoI/AAAAAAAAAGU/aRypw57ccfU/s1600-h/DSC00095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172779885065975426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R8ln5h6ktoI/AAAAAAAAAGU/aRypw57ccfU/s320/DSC00095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The choir concert=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was on Thursday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went out on Friday to watch L changes the world=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And today, I went to dhwani's house for the debate dicussion. We are so gonna shock the opposition. Haha...I can't wait to imagine the surprise on their faces..haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coconut powerpoint and green audits' still yet to be done. I love the piano practical pieces.=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-6185365647905324695?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/6185365647905324695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=6185365647905324695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/6185365647905324695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/6185365647905324695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2008/03/choir-concert-it-was-on-thursday.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R8ln3x6ktlI/AAAAAAAAAF8/31__gXx9Osc/s72-c/DSC00089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-3778416550008499674</id><published>2008-02-23T21:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T21:40:34.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.designersonshift.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.designersonshift.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey go visit! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's been a hectic term, filled with desperation, disappointment, and on the brighter side of life, orange puffy fishes in Mr peh's tanks, laughter in class, happy hugs and friendship. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that the exams of term 1 will end with our biology O-levels SPA on the coming Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to attend a piano concert with Michelle later at the Esplanade. My teacher and her friends (my relief teachers) are performing. I can't wait to see them. Haha.! I think my teacher will look super stunning cos she's so pretty!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new phone on the 16th Feb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures taken :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R8ECIS2pwlI/AAAAAAAAAFU/c3ZCaV9Eib4/s1600-h/DSC00018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170416188721316434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R8ECIS2pwlI/AAAAAAAAAFU/c3ZCaV9Eib4/s320/DSC00018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R8ECIi2pwmI/AAAAAAAAAFc/MkxhT5jyOE8/s1600-h/DSC00028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170416193016283746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R8ECIi2pwmI/AAAAAAAAAFc/MkxhT5jyOE8/s320/DSC00028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R8ECJC2pwnI/AAAAAAAAAFk/EJqAdnHYGVw/s1600-h/DSC00029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170416201606218354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R8ECJC2pwnI/AAAAAAAAAFk/EJqAdnHYGVw/s320/DSC00029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R8ECJS2pwoI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qSjXLtlmQuk/s1600-h/DSC00042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170416205901185666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R8ECJS2pwoI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qSjXLtlmQuk/s320/DSC00042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R8ECJi2pwpI/AAAAAAAAAF0/tnwWj5rg6zk/s1600-h/DSC00034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170416210196152978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R8ECJi2pwpI/AAAAAAAAAF0/tnwWj5rg6zk/s320/DSC00034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bruise I got from dance....sobs..&lt;br /&gt;anyway, sayo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-3778416550008499674?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/3778416550008499674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=3778416550008499674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/3778416550008499674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/3778416550008499674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2008/02/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R8ECIS2pwlI/AAAAAAAAAFU/c3ZCaV9Eib4/s72-c/DSC00018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-2108718728669402760</id><published>2008-02-22T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T19:16:25.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well well well...it's finally up! &lt;a href="http://designersonshift.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://designersonshift.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-2108718728669402760?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/2108718728669402760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=2108718728669402760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/2108718728669402760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/2108718728669402760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2008/02/well-well-well.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-6971795096912357322</id><published>2008-02-19T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T16:40:18.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just received my geography paper and mrs capel is singing and i feel very sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-6971795096912357322?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/6971795096912357322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=6971795096912357322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/6971795096912357322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/6971795096912357322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-just-received-my-geography-paper-and.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-6017743322722585116</id><published>2008-02-18T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T23:02:02.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We set up a new blogshop, &lt;a href="http://www.designersonshift.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.designersonshift.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advertising...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my voice back, but the cough's gotten worse. Anyway, exam results are really depressing. I have a mind to do nothing but cram all through term 2. But Mrs Loe advises us not to press ourselves too hard now lest we burn out too early before the Os.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayo. Dance practice later. (The usual pulling apart of limbs and muscle tendons...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-6017743322722585116?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/6017743322722585116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=6017743322722585116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/6017743322722585116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/6017743322722585116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2008/02/we-set-up-new-blogshop-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-7399271791652301946</id><published>2008-02-09T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T00:36:32.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com" style="display: block; width: 300px; height: 100px; background: url('http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/img/badge1.png') no-repeat; padding-top: 50px; padding-left: 60px; color: #009933; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; font-family: Times New Roman, Arial, serif; font-size: 40px;"&gt;65 words&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://10-fast-fingers.com"&gt;Touch Typing online&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to beat this score!!!=)so far my highest...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-7399271791652301946?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/7399271791652301946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=7399271791652301946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/7399271791652301946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/7399271791652301946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2008/02/65-words-touch-typing-online-i-will-try.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-6253808522951027615</id><published>2008-02-07T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T06:15:03.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year's over just like that, in the chinese calender. And I was still thinking of last year, when we had just returned from obs, weary and exhausted. Also half afraid of sec 3 but determined to have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There weren't many relatives today, they left just as we arrived or we arrived when they just left, so, not much $$. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, hope for more tomorrow!!! Not that I'm greedy or anything, it just feels nicer to have more red packets=D and more money would mean I will have a better start to saving when I'm officially promoted to adulthood..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the latest jack neo movie today. Life gave it only one star.There was much cantonese and chinese with malaysian accent. Finally finished the movie at 4 plus and went to my oldest uncle's wife's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) Happy lunar new year and best wishes! May my friends, family and everyone in my life be happy healthy and safe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-6253808522951027615?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/6253808522951027615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=6253808522951027615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/6253808522951027615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/6253808522951027615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2008/02/hey-one-years-over-just-like-that-in.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-3752389438447370593</id><published>2008-02-02T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T19:12:08.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CNY is coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week's gonna be so relaxing, with only 1 day of school! The school leaders had decided to let us off for a day due to the good O level results! (other schools all had their 1 day off already...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The definition of multi-tasking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In cellular level&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In organism level&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In daily life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(fill in the blanks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anticipating the crisp new notes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-3752389438447370593?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/3752389438447370593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=3752389438447370593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/3752389438447370593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/3752389438447370593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2008/02/cny-is-coming-next-weeks-gonna-be-so.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-306179455801379867</id><published>2008-01-26T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T06:03:54.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the release of O level results...</title><content type='html'>I had never felt so anxious before. I wonder how I'm going to be like when I collect my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were kinda like gathered outside the classroom at the corridor anxiously waiting for our form teacher to arrive. There were only a few of us la.. laura, karen, dhwani, me, michelle, kailing, maybe somemore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so VERY VERY anxious ok.. then i was the third to receive my results. When amelia collected hers she jumped and shrieked on the spot. It did nothing to calm me down. Then it was MY TURN.....*drum roll. When I looked at my result slip I was SOOOO HAPPPY!!!!! You get the picture. But at the same time, due to the relief I felt from the building anxiety, I almost cried...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some friends who didn't do as well. Chinese lessons will become dull without you guys in class. It's ok. You can re-take your chinese and I believe you can do so well that the two points from hcl is not needed. All in all, it's not the end of the world. Jia you and I love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our school did quite well this year la..it was the best in 10 years. But..I think that's because schools like rgs and ri didn't take part in O levels this year. They took something else or IP or something, I'm not that sure. That's well we kinda like improved. Do you get it? Because we are (honestly) one of the better schools and if the competitors are away it kinda makes us rise in ranking....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been SO hectic recently, so much that my low blood pressure is acting up again. When it becomes serious, I can only look to the front. Sides, floor, and ceiling/sky is off limits. I can't lie down without seeing a spinning room either...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to Tricia's house to celebrate Manda and Cat's birthday. Haha. Maybe I will post the videos we took. Had too much fun.. A break from all that studying and killing of brain cells. After all, we must believe in the century-old saying that laughter is the best medicine..=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-306179455801379867?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/306179455801379867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=306179455801379867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/306179455801379867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/306179455801379867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2008/01/release-of-o-level-results.html' title='the release of O level results...'/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-5635661275596234703</id><published>2008-01-20T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T18:06:24.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is school to you?</title><content type='html'>School is of many interpretations to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is of friends, of chattings, of gossip, fun and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School contains much misery, pressure, backstabbings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School if filled with excitment, wonder and amusement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School causes tears of laughter, tears of sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School sounds of shrieks, shouts, yells and screams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is of receiving love, care and touching scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is a place for making friends, enemies as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is of toilet-paperless mornings and running for recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is of gatherings at the toilet during lesson intervals, and laughter amongst friends between cubicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is the fun of giving gifts during Valentine's and receving presents on my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is singing of the typical tkgs birthday cheer-cum-song regularly for my classmates, and receiving the same thing on my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is of endless worksheets and frustrating files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is of teachers, funny, irritating, amusing and lovable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is the time when birds don't even start to sing in the trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is of activities, CCAs and remedials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is of falling down, and getting up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School may not be a perfect place, but it holds too many dear memories for me. What about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-5635661275596234703?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/5635661275596234703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=5635661275596234703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/5635661275596234703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/5635661275596234703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-is-school-to-you.html' title='What is school to you?'/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-5215824999906595386</id><published>2008-01-12T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T20:18:58.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The second week of school was rushed, hurried and stressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, malay starts, piano lessons start and CAs and tests start streaming in. There was Maths CA, geog graded assessment and english CA last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides adjusting back to the stressful schedule we have, I also got to know our co-form teacher better. And the feelings are NEGATIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, dance starts on the 3rd week and green audits already have meetings. So I have these commitments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MSP&lt;br /&gt;DANCE (CCA AND DANCE COM)&lt;br /&gt;GREEN AUDITS&lt;br /&gt;PIANO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is for her:&lt;br /&gt;So be considerate and don't force us to do what we can't take up. You're not even thoughtful of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos she was forcing, literally, us to sign up for library reps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm anticipating the start of dance again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday saw us at Tampines Mall's Seoul Garden enjoying lunch due to the courtesy of Mrs Lim-Neo. She was giving us a treat. We had Swenson's last year. I like the terriyaki and garlic chicken. The beef kept sticking on the hotplate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. They had 5 choices of ice-cream. DELICIOUS! Thanks mrs lim!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to books..=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-5215824999906595386?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/5215824999906595386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=5215824999906595386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/5215824999906595386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/5215824999906595386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2008/01/second-week-of-school-was-rushed.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-2028530432421362454</id><published>2008-01-05T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T22:30:49.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The first week of school...</title><content type='html'>The first week of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was enjoying, for some moments like the party we had, but pressurising, since maths ca will be upon us on wednesday and english on friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Liew became our form teacher this year. She was our chemistry teacher last year. At first we got to choose how we seat, but in the end she wasn't satisfied with seeing all the locals being seated at the back and scholars in front. So she kindly rearranged us. The new seating arrangement works pretty fine for me. Shi Hui is on my immediate left, shi yuan immediate front, sharon at the back and Yi Bo on my right. I'm seating at the second row, third column from the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our reflections log. It is not very nice, as usual. The newly arrived juniors are so miniature! Haha. I bet I wasn't as small when I came in because I only grew 3 cm since sec 1 and I'm still taller than a lot of them now... Haha. Maybe they belong to the group of late bloomers? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anticipating o level results for chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got into the not so good class for higher chinese again. They divided us again...sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally spent my $25 kino voucher that the school presented to me during prize-giving last year in april...haha. I bought a book titled "English Vocabulary in Use (Advanced)". It costed me $31.57 dollars. I still had to top up. I didn't want to buy a storybook. I wanted something I could use for life and constantly use it to make it worth my voucher. =) You can't constantly read a storybook, it takes the interest out of the story. And the other books about military, life sciences and medicine and whatnot were too much beyond my capability to understand. I think they might confuse me even further instead. So I chose that book. There are others which are cheaper, but erm....we know most of the words already, so there's no point in buying them, and some are more like dictionaries...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharon like forgot to bring her vouchers..Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we went to Mos Burger for food..=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home and slept...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, bright sunny day and I WILL revise on my maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-2028530432421362454?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/2028530432421362454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=2028530432421362454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/2028530432421362454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/2028530432421362454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-week-of-school.html' title='The first week of school...'/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-5680684655608242273</id><published>2007-12-31T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T21:11:37.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hand over the lollipop and nobody gets hurt!</title><content type='html'>Well, It's my 1st post in of year 2008!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday saw Gillian and I at marina square. Clara pangseh-ed us last minute and louisa said she had work to finish. We watched 'National Treasure Book of secrets" and it was NICE! We bought two shirts each, one at this bold-letters-on-the-front-of-the-shirt shop and another at This Fashion at kembangan mrt while we were waiting for louisa. I bought a shirt that says "Addicted to Shopping!" even when I'm not there yet, as in so ADDICTED yet. not yet=) I think. Another shirt is for $6. The prev one is $20 for 2. So Gillian and I shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received 3 Christmas presents; blue bag purse from clara, winnie in Santa outfit keychain from louisa and erm..mocha flavoured lip balm from gillian. Haha. I also received 2 belated birthday presents...gillian gave me a chain with pink accessories on the side=) and louisa gave me a coffee bear keychain that is equipped as a torch too.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new year resolutions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pass my grade 5 piano theory and practical (hopefully with distinction)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do my best in dance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not exceed 15 points for L1R5 in all terms&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try to grow taller&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Practise piano and dance more&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be more gracious and humble&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be kinder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Think before I act&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make more friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn to take things in my stride&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try to be happy everyday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't overwork and turn grumpy=)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;May my friends, family and people in my life be blessed with happiness and health in 2008! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now to excuse me, I need to get through the mountainous load of revision before I get slaughtered by the teachers tomorrow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-5680684655608242273?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/5680684655608242273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=5680684655608242273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/5680684655608242273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/5680684655608242273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2007/12/hand-over-lollipop-and-nobody-gets-hurt.html' title='Hand over the lollipop and nobody gets hurt!'/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-8516277149854403163</id><published>2007-12-26T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T19:54:05.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well..I'm finally back..&lt;br /&gt;At least I only got diarrhea after I returned from china.. in the toilet near macdonalds at changi airport...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.... pictures!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R3MgJc0jlgI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XAbhOlyuk8g/s1600-h/DSCN1060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148494145742149122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R3MgJc0jlgI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XAbhOlyuk8g/s320/DSCN1060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shanghai night scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R3Mfrs0jlfI/AAAAAAAAAFE/WTUDEqtCMB0/s1600-h/DSCN1047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148493634641040882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R3Mfrs0jlfI/AAAAAAAAAFE/WTUDEqtCMB0/s320/DSCN1047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a show of the san guo yan yi thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R3MfDM0jleI/AAAAAAAAAE8/iGTz3jHlVMI/s1600-h/DSCN1050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148492938856338914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R3MfDM0jleI/AAAAAAAAAE8/iGTz3jHlVMI/s320/DSCN1050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some temple shopping area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R3Meps0jldI/AAAAAAAAAE0/785efQ6AyaI/s1600-h/DSCN1027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148492500769674706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R3Meps0jldI/AAAAAAAAAE0/785efQ6AyaI/s320/DSCN1027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liu bei and some lady's wedding night chamber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(so red)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R3Mdpc0jlcI/AAAAAAAAAEs/lRwiTVBEml4/s1600-h/DSCN0916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148491396963079618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R3Mdpc0jlcI/AAAAAAAAAEs/lRwiTVBEml4/s320/DSCN0916.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a lake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R3MdDs0jlbI/AAAAAAAAAEk/8CmI-qhL9Qk/s1600-h/DSCN0914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148490748423017906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R3MdDs0jlbI/AAAAAAAAAEk/8CmI-qhL9Qk/s320/DSCN0914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the Min dynasty, cobbled bridges, real bridges like seen in shows of olden china. steps very gentle and small.. must take two at a time. I think they were made to fit the small feet of ladies at that time??? or maybe there weren't small feet already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R3McpM0jlaI/AAAAAAAAAEc/TmrYVqXQ8-Q/s1600-h/DSCN0861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148490293156484514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R3McpM0jlaI/AAAAAAAAAEc/TmrYVqXQ8-Q/s320/DSCN0861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wax figurines..look so real then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R3McYc0jlZI/AAAAAAAAAEU/OFid00FzCsA/s1600-h/DSCN0851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148490005393675666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R3McYc0jlZI/AAAAAAAAAEU/OFid00FzCsA/s320/DSCN0851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chickens. wax ones. tasty? sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R3Mb8s0jlYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/FZS_K5O3n-k/s1600-h/DSCN0850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148489528652305794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R3Mb8s0jlYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/FZS_K5O3n-k/s320/DSCN0850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wax. again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R3Mbqs0jlXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/DdkRHB9_Brc/s1600-h/DSCN0843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148489219414660466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R3Mbqs0jlXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/DdkRHB9_Brc/s320/DSCN0843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some old car when china started to modernise..&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;well..i didn't upload any pics with me inside cos i decided I looked too fat. so yeah. Meeting crats tmr at tricia's! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy birthday to BANANA!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-8516277149854403163?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/8516277149854403163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=8516277149854403163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/8516277149854403163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/8516277149854403163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2007/12/well_26.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/R3MgJc0jlgI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XAbhOlyuk8g/s72-c/DSCN1060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-8955231484643061619</id><published>2007-12-19T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T19:14:30.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm leaving for VACATION! WHEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a fun holiday and try not to think too much about our "welcome back to school letter"! Haha. You should know what I'm talking about, if we are school mates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEEEEE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-8955231484643061619?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/8955231484643061619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=8955231484643061619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/8955231484643061619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/8955231484643061619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-leaving-for-vacation-whee-merry.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-5983447176790157341</id><published>2007-12-15T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T22:35:48.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Malaysia</title><content type='html'>My father woke me up at 5.15a.m. in the morning. Mornings are always cold. How I wish to snuggle back under the covers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached golden mile complex at around 6.08a.m. It was still cold then. My mother queued up for this card thing which we were supposed to fill in with our particulars. My father was not coming with us. He had a company dinner that night. So my mother's sister (aka my aunt) came instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first destination was to stop for breakfast! My sister and I had roti prata with milo for breakfast. Then we bought sweets at a shop beside the coffeeshop. We were already in Malaysia then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we sat in the bus for a 1 and a half hour journey to a restaurant for lunch. There were chilli crabs and a lobster for each. Don't be too happy.. The "lobster" was only about 6cm long. And you can't eat the legs.. so actually it's only 3cm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was ostrich farm next! There were shit all around cos birds don't recognise toilets. I was a little afraid though; they were quite tall..like as tall as two classical guitars stacked vertically on top of each other. And they can peck people.. They don't have teeth though, but height was enough intimidation=). The whole place stank like newly fertilised crops.&lt;br /&gt;Bought half an ostrich egg and a stand to put it on. Can decorate it and put things inside. The egg is quite big.. and hard. You can stand on it. Because the ostriches are already tame, they don't know how to peck their eggs open so the farmers have to drill it open. If not, the chick will die when it can't leave the eggshell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fruit farm next. We listened to a talk about bees and honey. There are three types of bees in a colony; the worker bee, the male bee, and the female queen bee. All worker bees are female (unfair) and can live up to 45 days. The male bee will have to mate with the queen bee to produce more bees. Upon doing that, it will die and go to heaven. So fortunate. Waiting all day for the worker bees to feed them and die only after they've enjoyed the sexual pleasure of life. The queen bee lives to a ripe old age of 7 to 8 years. This is because they eat royal jelly. The rest of the bees only eat pollen and nectar. I wonder if the male bees have extra-maritial affairs.. But they can only do it once right? Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a small animal farm inside the fruit farm. I carried rabbits and roosters. Haha. They were so nice to touch!! There were geese and small lambs too.. There were two monkeys tethered to a tree trunk each with a metal chain. One of them had enough food and was hiding under a man-made wooden roof. So we fed the other one with sweets bought earlier in the morning. It was so cute! We just held out our hand and the monkey would climb down and take it from our out-stretched palms! We tried throwing a sweet to see if the monkey knew how to catch. Haha, but it bounced off its nose and fell to the ground.. Afterwards, we went to feeed the fishes.. They nibbled at my hand for a while when I lowered the pellets down. There were so many of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was dinner and then time for a boat ride! We were going to see firefiles at Kota Tinggi. At first, we could only see a few of them, lights buzzing here and there, but as night fell on earth as a dark silent blanket, more and more of them came out and they were so breath-takingly beautiful! They lit up the entire tree! We felt as though christmas was here and we were looking at christmas trees.. The only thing that I felt was irritating was the flash lights of cameras. I remembered coming across an essay about this problem in school. But there were also people who said "Don't take photos!" when there were flashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The boat trip reminded me of OBS. I still remember snips and snatches of our days spent there. It was the most memorable experience for me. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun that day. 3 days to china! WHEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-5983447176790157341?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/5983447176790157341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=5983447176790157341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/5983447176790157341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/5983447176790157341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2007/12/trip-to-malaysia.html' title='Trip to Malaysia'/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-5793818321443351708</id><published>2007-12-12T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T05:11:16.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey people, I got my nineteen minutes by jodi picoult!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were planning to go to sentosa today, but it rained in the morning, so we canceled the trip there. I had beehoon, egg, nuggets, steamed sausages, lettuce and malay potato for lunch today. Nata de coco and canned longan for dessert=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda accidentally poked myself with the needle today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still addicted to jodi picoult, christmas presents that are books authored by her are WELCOME, except for my sister's keeper and nineteen minutes!=) I want to read salem falls and perfect match. Or maybe even songs from the humpback (or how do you spell it) whale..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of presents, haven't gotten fishcake's birthday present yet! And also the christmas present that we were supposed to give. Like crats, we decided that each will buy one gift and we would pass it around and each of us would end up with a gift from others.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my video game!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-5793818321443351708?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/5793818321443351708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=5793818321443351708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/5793818321443351708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/5793818321443351708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2007/12/hey-people-i-got-my-nineteen-minutes-by.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-9072619645686000968</id><published>2007-12-07T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T23:23:26.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DO you think I should change my blogskin? I think I'm quite tired of it already...any suggestions of the theme??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-9072619645686000968?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/9072619645686000968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=9072619645686000968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/9072619645686000968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/9072619645686000968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2007/12/do-you-think-i-should-change-my.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-5648460100419869963</id><published>2007-12-07T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T06:16:38.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well...boo, having new form teachers next year! It's like..gonna be so .... .... I dunno, not nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our 2e6 class party on the 6th of dec. Only about 13 people turned up=) haha. But I think it was quite nice and fun! We had junk food and a slice of pizza each for lunch. Also coke and root beer. We watched this M18 show in the function room and afterwards, when we couldn't stand it anymore, we switched to another show which is suitable for us. It's about dance. DANCE DANCE! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were red ants in one of the cups halfway through. One went up on my back. Either christy or hui jie helped me swiped it off. Couldn't really see cos they turned off the lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home around 9. Had brewed peanuts soup. So nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is actually quite a dangerous place, with many trap holes and ambushes. It's just like a game of chess. One wrong move and CHECKMATE! You'll regret it for the rest of your life. But don't you guys think it can rather be like gameS of chess instead? Cos there are precious lessons in life that we learn. From these we learnt how when to trust our instincts and how to differ rights from wrongs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many ways to look at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, when one in a game of chess, plays a wrong move, but doesn't have the perseverance to make it right, the player just sinks deeper and deeper into his mistake. Similarly, in life, if we make mistakes in life, but do not have the courage to admit them, or atone for them, but continue headstrong into it, the "soup just gets hotter and hotter", doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, when one admits defeat in a game of chess, doesn't one learn from their mistakes? One will bound to do better when challenged with a second game. Doesn't that apply to life too? Imagine if you're a toddler and new to the world and things in it. You accidentally touch a burning kettle. Well, now that you know that action creates pain, you wouldn't be repeating it unless you're a sadist, would you now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many ways we can look at life, but sometimes when I'm really confused and blurry and tired of the antics of mankind and their despicable ways, I just try to think about love that exists and embraces each of us from God and Jesus Christ=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name list of people who turn up for class party:&lt;br /&gt;Ellai&lt;br /&gt;Cai Miao&lt;br /&gt;Amirah&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah&lt;br /&gt;Syaf&lt;br /&gt;Rachel&lt;br /&gt;Denise&lt;br /&gt;Li yin&lt;br /&gt;Hui jie&lt;br /&gt;Christy&lt;br /&gt;Sakina&lt;br /&gt;Alia&lt;br /&gt;ME=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BELATED, BENNIE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-5648460100419869963?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/5648460100419869963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=5648460100419869963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/5648460100419869963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/5648460100419869963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2007/12/well.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-2181096829552118696</id><published>2007-12-01T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T18:51:34.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wants for christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;sweater&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wallet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;organiser for 2008&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;classical music cds&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;nineteen minutes by jodi picoult&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;earrings i can wear to sch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a new hp (changing on the 28th!!! dec)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a beanbag for sitting/lying, not those we play in PE in pri sch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pencilbox&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fun, laughter, peace and joy!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-2181096829552118696?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/2181096829552118696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=2181096829552118696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/2181096829552118696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/2181096829552118696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2007/12/wants-for-christmas.html' title='Wants for christmas'/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-403110084364768530</id><published>2007-11-30T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T20:19:29.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We finally finished our Tan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kee&lt;/span&gt; project!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys for what you are. =) You guys make my life complete. Without this friendship, I would not be able to live so happily during those years we've been close. Though we've drifted apart now, I'll still like to think that the friendship between us is not exactly close, but whenever I have troubles, you guys would be the first friends I'll &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;approach. The reason I can trust you is because no matter what I do, you always forgive and forget, at the very least, you let me feel that you don't bear grievance against me=). You guys never backstab me, or maybe if you do, it's because you just wanted it that way. No matter what, you will forever have a permanent place in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched enchanted on thursday and when out with crats on monday. We shopped and went to starbucks for coffee=) Then kfc for dinner=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will, no matter what, stay forever happy and take things in my stride=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy holidays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-403110084364768530?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/403110084364768530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=403110084364768530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/403110084364768530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/403110084364768530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2007/11/we-finally-finished-our-tan-kah-kee.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-8564921368545102967</id><published>2007-11-23T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T20:20:33.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyz, the past week was interesting, and experiencial. Premature babies can be so small!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not linger too much on my work attachment in kk cos I don't feel like talking about it=) No other reason. Don't, how they call it, "想歪" =) so I will 简单地带过.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day was with the occupational therapist, the second with physiotherapist, third with speech therapist, fourth with physio in the morning and OT in the afternoon, and friday speech in the morning and play therapist in the afternoon=) We gave them a hand-made card and some goodies before we left. They were very nice and kind people and Grace from speech even gave us some chocs from ferrero.r. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel likes to joke about the heart-shaped doughnuts from a hwa chong guy that was on work attachment too. There were four of them with us. I think he fancies her and I guess the feelings are quite mutual. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 5 other tkgians in the rehab dept. I guess tkgians like rehab more than other schools, cos we break so many bones during school in the wild games we play. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next week will be quite busy la, need to go back to school. Meeting with mr peh and benita for the TAN KAH KEE. and meeting with crats later in the afternoon=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the deception you feed me, just give me the truth. Don't we all?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-8564921368545102967?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/8564921368545102967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=8564921368545102967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/8564921368545102967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/8564921368545102967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2007/11/heyz-past-week-was-interesting-and.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-3998862718436048631</id><published>2007-11-17T20:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T20:59:25.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey it's sunday!</title><content type='html'>the title's quite lame, but I seriously can't think of anything else. And I'm listening to "whisperings: solo piano radio" on iTunes. So my senses are very much soothed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this morning I had a sudden passionate urge to play the piano. I get very random emotions. Can't wait to be a professional. At least at something=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of professional, professional teachers should not bring their problems or troubles to work. It greatly affects us, or more specifically, me. But doesn't it apply to all students? Unless you possess great hatred for your mentor, wouldn't you feel upset if he/she always lecture you and never gives you ... what you expect? Well, you would argue, that teachers are human too. One or two lessons like that is fine, I mean, I go into a rage sometimes when my tutees don't cooperate well back in the buddy programme in pri 5. But somehow it makes me feel so hollow and depressed..every lesson..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, enough of the sad stuff, or I'll scare readers away. Somehow people only like to listen and read happy and joyful events. The world has too much of its misery already anyway. Oh gosh, I can't help slipping into an emo-state of my mind, seeing that I'm listening to this really sad piano piece. *sobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I've changed it to haydn. And this piece is baroque music. It's called divertimento in C, played by the oboe. ? I think. Oh, the music has gone into a crazy happy state. =) reminds me of bunnies hopping on a broad green prairie on a bright clear sunny day when the sky's so blue with big fat puffy clouds racing across. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood swings are evident in the crazy hap-hazard society we live in. Gotta be a chameleon, learn to adapt! Enjoy the hols!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-3998862718436048631?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/3998862718436048631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=3998862718436048631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/3998862718436048631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/3998862718436048631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2007/11/hey-its-sunday.html' title='hey it&apos;s sunday!'/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-6473224314898453740</id><published>2007-11-16T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T20:24:26.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My days..work attachment</title><content type='html'>hey! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five days spent in sgh with Benita and two adorable juniors..let me recall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business office. Did "estimated hospital bills" before lunch. Arranged folders after lunch. Really resisted the strong and sudden urge to sleep halfway through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tues&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business office. Got aqquainted with juniors. Arranged folders all day. Boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retail cart!! Met so interesting ppl! Two ladies were terrified of caterpillar-printed hair clips. haha. provided sufficient entertainment. Benita and I finally realised why shop owners or sales people keep staring or looking at you while you shopped. It was because they had nothing else to do. Haha. Made $110 plus that day. We sold bags of all sizes, hair clips, christmas cards, notebooks and photoframes. Really liked a purse/bag there, but I was kinda broke after shopping for birthday presents and seniors' farewell gifts. Face ached after smiling for so long. Learnt important social communication lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thurs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specialists outpatients clinic D. Kinda like counter work. There were four ppl at the counters, a cashier, a lady for fixing appointments, and two ladies for registration. After they had registered, we had to find the patients' files and bring them to the room assigned after attaching bills and doing all sorts of sticker stuff pasting with the patients' names on the bills. It was confusing. It was VERY confusing at first. Really. went for lunch, came back and did the same thing=] at least it was better than the business office cos this is not that boring and the four ladies at the counter were incredibly charming=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fri&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specialists outpatients clinic D. Did the same thing. We were awarded an apple and some tidbits before lunch. After lunch we were told to take tea break cos there was nothing for us to do. So we got to know how to go to the tea room. Drank super diluted milo it tasted like drain water. Benita kindly complimented it as flavoured water. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt sad to leave after the 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clinic we were at specialised in colorectal surgery. Haha. Go find out what it stands for if you want. And on Thurs there was general surgery also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next week starts my week and KK hospital. This week has been fun but super exhausting, especially with the balancing with the sardines every morning in the mad rush to work in the train. You could say that there was absolutely no poles or wall to hold too and I was always squashed in between humans. So you either learn how to balance or risk losing your dignity as you fall on someone's back, chest, or body.. It made it quite tough for me as I was almost suffocating due to my humble height. Farts in the enclosed area really pissed me off. Can't they hold it in?? Not only in the morning, but we also had to crammed in with the people going off work everyday. It was experiencial. Terribly so. And I learnt how to walk like I'm flying. Cos otherwise I would received "tsk"s from ppl behind cos I was walking too slowly. On the first day I was actually swept by the human tide from the green line to the purple line. I guess I was zombie-ing on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a mental map of the ground level of sgh by now=] and i guess it's back to the balancing game again next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. sgh stands for singapore general hospital (jus in case you didn't know=])&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-6473224314898453740?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/6473224314898453740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=6473224314898453740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/6473224314898453740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/6473224314898453740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-dayswork-attachment.html' title='My days..work attachment'/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-8630195441714173807</id><published>2007-11-07T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T04:29:22.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey, it's finally the last day of school of year 2007. The last day we exist as an entire class having lessons together as 3/6 '07. *sobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite sad actually..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ping said that we all seemed like a big family on the last day and I think so too=] friends..parting, only to reunite next year, closer friends, maybe sooner during the hols, but still, the last time we'll see each other in school till next year, unless we come back for projects....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be looking forward to mr peh's quizzes on asknlearn =) won't you? We watched a documentary during bio class today. Simply amazing. Thanks to the people who made the doc.=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought fish's present. TOFU SO CUTE!! Ppl who have not seen it might not understand me, but those who had seen it, DON'T U THINK IT'S UBER CCCUUUUUTTTEEE!!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will put my mind to revision during this period of hols. It will not even seem like a holiday. Cos my aim is to get into the top 10% and get this postcard from the school for first semester and get top in one of the subjects overall 2008 and get prize from school and scholarship from government. Scholarship hopefully $500. So must work very hard. Talk is cheap, I know. But I hope this time God will give me the strength to persevere.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you guys next year! Enjoy, if you can, your hols!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-8630195441714173807?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/8630195441714173807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=8630195441714173807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/8630195441714173807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/8630195441714173807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2007/11/hey-its-finally-last-day-of-school-of.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-8311508162391857555</id><published>2007-11-02T22:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T22:47:18.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second round of auditions is today and the three of them were fantastic! I do hope we get in. We are meeting at around 5.30 later again for the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having work attachments from 12th nov to 24th nov. Still thinking how to arrange my piano lessons cos the work attachments are for the whole day for weekdays. Weekends are free. But I think my piano teacher's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the holidays this round is gonna be busy and hopefully meaningful!=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wish to go out more often cos next year's probably not going to give us time to take breathers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The o level MT taken on the 31st was rather ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also took back our results. My L1R5 is 10 and my percentage overall was 70.3. My class position is the 24th and my level position is 59th. You can say I'm rather disappointed with myself thus the motivation and determination to strive for better results next year by maximising most of the dec hols for revision. Because my class position last year was the 6th and I was ranked 18th in the corhort. Of course, this year's bound to be more competitive cos everyone's able to choose to take their strengths e.g. science or humanities and thus letting them score. Also, there are scholars who are so clever in their subjects. But that's just an excuse cos they have improved tremendously especially in their ability of the English language so why can't we do the same in like chinese and maths or science? Simply because we don't have their motivation and willingness to work hard. We would rather slack, take a nap, chat with friends or go out with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 nov was fish's birthday. Haven't got her present yet. haha. I need inspiration!!=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-8311508162391857555?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/8311508162391857555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=8311508162391857555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/8311508162391857555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/8311508162391857555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2007/11/hey-second-round-of-auditions-is-today.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-342433182470492338</id><published>2007-10-26T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T23:18:25.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey..=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's really exhausting. Holidays seem so far away. Thought after the fyes we could rest. But Then came along SPAs and o-levels chinese. We are only 15!!! I'm on the verge on hitting my head against the wall to cause memory loss so I won't have to take exams anymore. Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really...I want my hols!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got in for arena. Second level of auditions are on the 3rd Nov, morning till evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky juniors, already enjoying their holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to shi yuan's hostel later to discuss the Tan Kah Kee project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has been sick since 2 days ago. Flu and sore throat. I think cough's on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gtg. bb =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-342433182470492338?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/342433182470492338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=342433182470492338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/342433182470492338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/342433182470492338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2007/10/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-6237219491786645348</id><published>2007-10-20T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T19:39:27.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was rather exciting with all the results back and all..I'm not quite sure how I feel though.. cos either I have 80 plus or A1, or I have B4. No B3 and A2 at all. my worse grade is C6. For this term. So should I be happy or should I be sad? But the good thing is, I think it balances my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you guys feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arena auditions was held at SIM on Friday the 19th of Oct. They were so nervous. Although being the reserve, I felt a bit nervous too. I so hope they will get in!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week sees our extended studies. I can't believe we were released so early last year. The freaking lucky juniors.. 31st October is the date where we die, TWICE, in a day. Cos in the morning we have O-levels and afterwards, our parents are supposed to meet our FMs together with us and receive our report books. *breathes with difficulty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the following weeks would be the days where we will have our SPA assessments. For people who still don't know what SPA is, it is the short form for science practical assessment. The first time we heard it in sec 1, we were so ....immature. Never mind. I should have already forgotten about the golden years of youth left behind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumble sale's on 24th probably, since promotion day is on the 23rd. Now I know what's promo day. It's when teachers decide whether or not to let you pass to the next level. That's so mean.. sigh..mean and cruel world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta prac my piano. bb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I feel totally tired because rest is expected after the hectic revision for fyes and now we still got so large-scale exams. This is totally unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S Tricia and I did flag day yesterday. I like the tuna pancake from jollibean=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-6237219491786645348?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/6237219491786645348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=6237219491786645348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/6237219491786645348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/6237219491786645348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2007/10/well.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-6341872567770694410</id><published>2007-10-12T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T19:30:25.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, it's finally down to the checking of scripts..&lt;br /&gt;Time to face the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly speaking, I really felt afraid this time as I knew I didn't did as well as I would have expected myself to do. My heart was thudding against my chest as our answer sheets were passed down the row.&lt;br /&gt;I was disappointed with my english results. I really had wished to be the top of the cohort again, but I guess I was too complacent with myself. I was bitterly disappointed with my Chemistry results; the grade was C5. My worst was only A2. The only thing I was glad about among the 3 papers that we got back yesterday was a maths. I got an A1. I think I had improved, but it's a pity my overall score for this year wouldn't be that good due to my F9 in term 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received more presents, one purse from my junior, Adeline, one beautifully made cardboard sign with beautiful pics and holders for my music scores from lp, sharon and shi han, keychain with perfume and bells from shi lin, this nice little cute golden cocker spaniel toy from laura and ting and large toblerone bar and big pink poodle keychain from denise (3/8)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I missed unwrapping presents..cos I didn't received any wrapped ones..except from liyin, bennie and hj.. but still, I love your presents! *feels the love in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom bought me jeans, Dad brought us to Swensons for my birthday dinner and bought me a cake and shared the cost of a music cd with my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to SIM on Thursday for the training for Arena and discussed it on Friday. I'm the reserve. Their cafeteria was air-conditioned and they had a "Popular" bookstore in the campus itself. Aren't you green with envy?? Auditions start on Friday next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received my piano results. I got distinction! Yay..&lt;br /&gt;Hope results can be almost the same for my next exam.=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.=] hope results we get back next week would not be as traumatising..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-6341872567770694410?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/6341872567770694410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=6341872567770694410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/6341872567770694410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/6341872567770694410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2007/10/hey-its-finally-down-to-checking-of.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-166096218829584527</id><published>2007-10-05T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T00:03:22.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IT IS OVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally.. I feel like an entire weight was lifted off my shoulders! No more burning the eleven o'clock oil (since I usually don't last till midnight), no more frustrating maths questions, no more tormenting physics!! No more killing of brain cells just to figure out "WHY IS IT LIKE THAT."! Haha=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nice..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received presents from li yin, hui jie, benita; they gave a dress like thing from precious thots, shi han gave me a card and earrings in a test tube..(haha), jia ji gave me a keychain which has a robot=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought sharon, rasyiqah and shi yuan's present today and yesterday. All at tampines mall. Bought a new shirt at bossini's just now..it costed $13. Met Benita and had lunch with her with shi han. Took bus no. 22 and headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a bath (the cold water was hot) and decided to blog before pratising the piano - helps to flex my fingers while typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played air hockey yesterday and suffering from aching right-arm syndrome right now.. Benita feels the same way. We admitted it together over burgers and fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-166096218829584527?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/166096218829584527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=166096218829584527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/166096218829584527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/166096218829584527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2007/10/it-is-over-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-3174658424580283981</id><published>2007-10-04T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T19:19:40.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My birthday yesterday was rather nice and thanks for all the messages you guys sent on friendster! Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now in the library, counting down till the time our MSP starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it was rather lonely for me to spend my birthday yesterday alone at home studying malay, the love I felt from my family was more than enough to make up for it.  =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll be going out with li yin and benita and hui jie later to tampines mall after my exam. Watching a movie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People whose birthdays are coming up:&lt;br /&gt;Vidthiya&lt;br /&gt;Hui Jie&lt;br /&gt;Amy (Brunei=D)&lt;br /&gt;Jessie&lt;br /&gt;Tricia&lt;br /&gt;Li Yin&lt;br /&gt;Amanda.S&lt;br /&gt;who else? I hope I didn't forget anyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*remember, I'm still counting down; mentally unstable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, my piano teacher has received my pratical results....BUT I do not know my results yet. She says she will pass the results to me next lesson on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, lp, sharon, Shi han and I are going to cinileisure (kbox)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WISH FOR MALAY TO BE OVER QUICKLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think cikgu accidently told us that the picture composition was "sad". Haha. Bacause of my probing.=] What if it turns out to be sad?&lt;br /&gt;Never mind la, I'm pass caring already, after so many painful experiences in past tests, this is more or less a routine. As in the tension when they start giving out the papers, the grimace and goosebumps when you realise it's too difficult and the screams and yells to check answers with classmates after exam papers have been collected. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the malay paper is too difficult, we'll just laugh, cause it's funny ma. How to do whe you don't understand anything? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye, I think it's almost time. Gotta reach there early=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-3174658424580283981?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/3174658424580283981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=3174658424580283981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/3174658424580283981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/3174658424580283981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-birthday-yesterday-was-rather-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-8402006131308877897</id><published>2007-09-30T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T01:16:56.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess Thursday could be termed as "the wet day" or was it Friday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, brain cells all fail you as you get older. We must already get used to za fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People were all looking wet and miserable as they entered the class as the sky was literally pouring with torrents of rain. Rasyiqah got splashed by a car when she got off the bus. Haha. Unlucky girl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, exams are soon to be over and we'll be FREE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wants:&lt;br /&gt;Shoes (hopefully one that gives me height)&lt;br /&gt;Clothes&lt;br /&gt;Jeans&lt;br /&gt;Watch&lt;br /&gt;Music CDs&lt;br /&gt;Self-made stuff&lt;br /&gt;Music/dance related items&lt;br /&gt;Good grades!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-8402006131308877897?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/8402006131308877897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=8402006131308877897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/8402006131308877897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/8402006131308877897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-guess-thursday-could-be-termed-as-wet.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-1583491634637741198</id><published>2007-09-22T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T02:48:11.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exams exams and more exams..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...celebrated Mid-Autumn Festival last night which was organised by the Geylang Serai Community Centre. And I just realised how quickly we had abandoned our childhood fantasies like playing with sparkles, lanterns, especially the ones with music.. Haha. And if we aren't careful, teenage might just fly away too and leave us with a seemingly endless path of adulthood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get you in the mood of the exams (that is, if you're still feeling happy and relaxed):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discuss the role of protein in living organisms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(just a question by Mr Peh to see how well we know Ms and Mrs Proteins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The SS paper left everyone practically gasping for breath. My right hand felt like it didn't belong to me anymore, save for the stabs of pain due to cramps which reminded me my nerves were still connected.. After a wave of amath revision with Shi Han just now, I'm beginning to feel wrinkles appearing on my temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best for the fyes! Another 2 more weeks, and it'll all be over!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-1583491634637741198?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/1583491634637741198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=1583491634637741198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/1583491634637741198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/1583491634637741198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2007/09/exams-exams-and-more-exams.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-7903688361623082773</id><published>2007-09-15T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T23:38:35.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the stress...</title><content type='html'>well. In a blink of an eye and we have here our Final Year examinations. It seemed only the beginning of term 3. Sigh. As they say, "Time flies." And I couldn't agree more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be a stroke of luck that my exams end on the 5th, for I couldn't be happier that my birthday would be just the day before my last paper. You can't imagine how fantastically wonderful I feel. Most people end exams on the 2nd, but due to our malay paper which is on the 5th...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revision is really overwhelming right now, and to cool off, I turn to exercise and music. And I realise that whenever I face pressure during exams, I play the piano with more enthusiasm than I usually do. Reason? I'm not sure about that=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the causes of conflict in Northern Ireland? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-7903688361623082773?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/7903688361623082773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=7903688361623082773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/7903688361623082773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/7903688361623082773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2007/09/stress.html' title='the stress...'/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-5769347263380586498</id><published>2007-09-07T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T20:47:36.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The holida-ee-a--ee--ay</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practised piano the whole morning and noon. Piano lesson in the afternoon. It was like raining, and my shoes got soaked, so my socks were wet and my feet and legs were drenched and splashed with road water and rain water.. Because I walked to my teacher's house..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I felt quite a lot of trepidation because&lt;br /&gt;1) I didn't know where her house was; it was my first lesson at her house&lt;br /&gt;2) There was nobody in the lane except lone cars..&lt;br /&gt;3) It was raining and my mood was to be pessimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The route to my granny's house felt rather serene. Cos there was this lane with flowers lined up on the right side of the lane and it was so quiet and nice. And there was a breeze. The pathway was rather broad too. There was a man tending to his flowers then. Best of all, the lane was long and straight, to give time for me to reflect upon all the things that had happened without worrying about crossing a road or making a turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tues&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to cut my hair. Did some homework. Did many chinese comprehension exercises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with gloria and shi han at marine parade library to "do" a maths hmwk. Though there was some work done, but the productivity was rather slow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thurs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperately revised all my a maths which I had mostly forgotten. Did the biology mindmap and revised that chapter about blood vessels and smoking and all the trachea and C-shaped rings and platelets and stuff.. Finished part of the chinese hmwk in the textbook. Did 3 english vocabulary exercises at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fri&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried out the a maths 2006 paper for 2 whole hours. Absolutely torturing. Practised piano. Watched videos on youtube. Did vocabulary exercises..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did music theory. The rest is still capricious and unpredictable..in the future..=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-5769347263380586498?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/5769347263380586498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=5769347263380586498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/5769347263380586498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/5769347263380586498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2007/09/holida-ee-ee-ay.html' title='The holida-ee-a--ee--ay'/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-8677775871965387116</id><published>2007-08-31T06:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T06:32:21.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Our dance performance today looked rather messy, I think=] But we enjoyed being on the stage all the same! The adrenaline was really OMG! haha. Indescribable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been rehearsing a lot for this performance. I'm not sure about the rest, but I've been eating only in the morning before leaving the house and during dinner as lunch is missed due to MSP and dance immediately afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For e.g, MSP started at 2 and was supposed to end at 3, but I had to go for teacher's day rehearsal in the hall at 2.30, which meant that I would not have time to eat. But I believe this was a rather great method to lose weight as I am exercising instead of eating. I think I lost like 0.5kg? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After teacher's day, Stacey, Manda, Fish, Fishcake and I went to Cineleisure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my backbone check-up on Wednesday, the doctor said I could be discharged. The reason: I have "almost" stopped growing. Which is to say that I will not grow thus my spine will not curve an angle even greater than now. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO GROW TALLER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Bracing myself to tackle the mountainous amount of homework during this pathetic one week sept hols..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-8677775871965387116?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/8677775871965387116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=8677775871965387116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/8677775871965387116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/8677775871965387116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2007/08/our-dance-performance-today-looked.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-7625001408313560662</id><published>2007-08-25T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T19:43:58.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Songs from the movie "Secret" are so delicious! Can't wait. But most of them are far too above my standard to be able to play them. Must be more professional in my playing before I can attempt the songs. sigh. But i can try out some though=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework's a big chunk as usual. And there's lots to do for piano. Grade four theory papers are so long..sheesh. ok, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-7625001408313560662?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/7625001408313560662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=7625001408313560662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/7625001408313560662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/7625001408313560662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2007/08/songs-from-movie-secret-are-so.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-6711067658991637947</id><published>2007-08-18T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T23:52:58.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SATURDAY</title><content type='html'>Zany was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the activities and prize-giving, we had to do a beach clean-up. As I was an auditor, Tricia, a sec 4 senior and I took the sec 4s to the jetty to do the clean-up. There were the usual groans and wails. Mrs Lim-Neo said that the class with the most amount of rubbish for each level will receive a special prize.&lt;br /&gt;As we were walking along, I had this chill-in-my-bones feeling like it's gonna rain. Well it didn't exactly rain, but it poured, and it stopped, and it drizzled, and it poured. Well, anyway, we were all running helter-skelter for (our lives for) shelter.&lt;br /&gt;No one got the special prize in the end, and the beach clean-up wasn't that successful anyway. Cos of the rain.&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to know what the prize is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*drum roll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rolls on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cymbals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handkerchiefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Lim-Neo claimed they were really pretty. But I've never seen them before, so I'm not sure about that. The purpose of giving handkerchiefs is because they are reusable and though it wasn't said out, cheap. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piano practical's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYE coming soon. Pulling up my socks. yesyes.. ok, bye=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-6711067658991637947?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/6711067658991637947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=6711067658991637947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/6711067658991637947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/6711067658991637947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2007/08/saturday.html' title='SATURDAY'/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-4040204598445759375</id><published>2007-08-10T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T04:48:06.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Piano practical exam is just round the corner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, we had Carnival Day, Racial Harmony and National Day celebration. We sold muah chee, grass jelly drink, and molasses. Everything was sold out! But I wished we had made more so we could have more profits=] We didn't expect to sell them out so quickly=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LP, Sharon, Shi Han and I made the first batch of muah chee in Sharon's house and I did three more at home.. That was after we made several failed attempts at it. I'm sick of eating bucketfuls of failed much chee already.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, total profit : $107.15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, I went out with Cat, Fish, Fishcake and Spy. We went to Bugis and Spy joined us after lunch at about 2 smth. We ate at sakae sushi. It was delicious=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this really nice tube top and I really want to get it for my own but my parents being the conservative sort, will definitely not agree to it. So, bye, nice tube. I still haven't gotten cat's present. And her birthday was in JANUARY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharon, LP, Shi Han and I went to Tampines on Thursday. I saw a bag and belt I want badly. Haha. Belt's at $39.90 at E spirit (don't know how to spell la) and bag's at $49.60 at some random bag shop. I'm saving for all that and for cat's pressie too. It must feel so nice to have $$!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here to an abrupt ending:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byeez!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-4040204598445759375?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/4040204598445759375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=4040204598445759375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/4040204598445759375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/4040204598445759375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2007/08/piano-practical-exam-is-just-round.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-8205864682369034615</id><published>2007-08-04T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T21:16:47.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Hello..CLARA!! I MISS YOU SOOO MUCH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm starting to feel giddy again. Cos I think I revised too much in the wrong way. And I have low blood pressure!!!  It's difficult not to feel pressurised, esp with so much on my mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to write letters for my parents to sign for skipping dance lessons on tues. I WAS NOT FEELING WELL. Seriously. I had flu and sore throat, remember?? And the next dance lesson on tues clashes with my malay test, so another letter as well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the following tues 14th of Aug, of there's dance and if my piano teacher's willing to give me my last lesson before exam on 15th August, I have to give Mrs Thong another letter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEtters and more LEtters..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I want to control the weather. Boo. I hate the heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love munchy doughnuts.=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-8205864682369034615?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/8205864682369034615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=8205864682369034615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/8205864682369034615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/8205864682369034615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-4138517601667456575</id><published>2007-08-03T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T07:15:06.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And I was thinking, wasn't it just the Friday we finished our class decor and returned home to spend the weekend buried in books?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, surprise surprise..haha.&lt;br /&gt;Another week has passed with more or less the same excitment and thrill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be about 5 tests or more the next week, followed by carnival day, national day, and racial harmony day celebration. Then, it'll be National Day, followed by a holiday..How blissful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this weekend is bound to be revolving around revision and more revision. But, we must learn to relax=]=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back-bone check-up is changed to 29th Aug I think. Cos after school on 7th Aug will be my MSP test and preparations for food we gonna be selling on the following day during celebrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the piano practical exam is nearer than ever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smile!=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-4138517601667456575?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/4138517601667456575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=4138517601667456575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/4138517601667456575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/4138517601667456575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2007/08/and-i-was-thinking-wasnt-it-just-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-5056314387802218982</id><published>2007-07-28T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T21:00:18.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>Hey persons of the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things accomplished:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics hmwk&lt;br /&gt;SS revision&lt;br /&gt;A little maths&lt;br /&gt;Chpt 5 bio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And..the weather is making me feel so lethargic, not mentioning the fact that I'm having a sore throat coupled with a nasty flu.. Actually the flu's still ok, but my throat really hurts and I can only croak.. How pathetic..haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there's piano lesson later today and I'm wondering how to sing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to piano practise and my books..sayo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-5056314387802218982?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/5056314387802218982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=5056314387802218982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/5056314387802218982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/5056314387802218982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2007/07/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-1380223351586171983</id><published>2007-07-27T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T07:31:54.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another week has flew past simply like a breeze. As if.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the week, the only thought in my mind that kept me going even on Monday was to look forward to weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons for my depression: Maths CA was a total disaster, Chemistry and A maths test results were extremely disappointing and dance on tuesday was cancelled, loads of homework, boring lessons, starving inbetween the 2nd and 3rd period before recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday's like a struggle. But, today's Friday night! Although there are tons of revision to do for preparation of battle in the following week, at least my weary body gets to rest for more than 7 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a list of homework:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics qns from the textbk&lt;br /&gt;Bio revision&lt;br /&gt;A maths revision&lt;br /&gt;El revision&lt;br /&gt;SS revision&lt;br /&gt;HCl workbook&lt;br /&gt;Maths hmwk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, our class decor is already finished. Hurray! Thanks to our very noble chairman and other heros on white horses..whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone has the new Harry Potter book? I wanna know what happens to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My piano practical is on the 15th of August! *gasp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have to reschedule my backbone check-up which is on the 7th August as we have maths and physics CA on that day followed by preparations for carnival day on the 8th Aug. The school is extremely stingy on our holidays by cramming the celebrations for National Day, Carnival Day and Racial Harmony together. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. byebye for now=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-1380223351586171983?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/1380223351586171983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=1380223351586171983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/1380223351586171983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/1380223351586171983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2007/07/another-week-has-flew-past-simply-like.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-4637229651597581876</id><published>2007-07-20T06:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T06:40:36.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Notice</title><content type='html'>This is just to inform people to not be anonymous on my tagboard, even though I can correctly guess your identity...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-4637229651597581876?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/4637229651597581876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=4637229651597581876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/4637229651597581876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/4637229651597581876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2007/07/notice.html' title='Notice'/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-5827502183169100693</id><published>2007-07-20T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T06:35:41.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having flag day tomorrow and we would be meeting at tampines for collection of the tin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally having my piano lesson on sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was english oral after school today, and I ended at around 4.30p.m. as I was the second last person to take my oral. Shi Han was before me. I would say that the oral was alright and it went quite fine except for the parts which I stumbled during the reading and where I could think of nothing to say during the coversation and picture part. One thing I was sure of was that it was better than the chinese oral. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese oral was last monday, if my memory doesn't fail me, and that was really a huge trauma to me. I just hope i can pass. Chinese listening was simply a breeze=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additional maths is getting quite tough for my simple brain recently. Hope I can catch up.&lt;br /&gt;Did my 2.4km run today and wasn't that satisfied, thus leading to a re-test next tuesday. I only scored 17.59, but I was aiming for at least 17.00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-5827502183169100693?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/5827502183169100693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=5827502183169100693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/5827502183169100693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/5827502183169100693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello-people-im-having-flag-day.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-2254937187179766296</id><published>2007-07-14T21:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T21:44:26.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello, peeps! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this might be a bit late, but it is a special dedication to my STPRI buddies. Was caught up in a inter-school competition last week and was too busy than to upload these few photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I gotta say that those days in Brunei felt like heaven, without parents telling you what to do and being with friends you adore and furthermore without the hindrance of a thought to any homework! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is a special dedication of our trip to Brunei to my precious Brunei buddies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 28th of june, we departed Singapore from Changi Airport with a mixture of emotions between excitement, anticipation, and apprehension. Mr Zain and Mdm Alina accompanied us on our journey to discovery. To put it more philosophically, it was to "develop more social and cultural skills", as Ms Terry, our vice-principal says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really a short flight of not more than 2 hours and the most amazing thing was that I didn't felt airsick for the entire journey compared to the previous flight during december last year when I was mightily trying to resist the volume of vomit building behind my throat from exploding out. haha, disgusting details I was most tempted to reveal=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We landed soon after and before we entered the airport at the linkway from the plane to the airport, the teachers reminded us to be on our best behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With our passports stamped and luggage taken, we proceeded to meet our Brunei buddies for the first time. I really felt nice and happy and great when you guys greeted us. You were so friendly with nice welcoming smiles on your faces!=] I confided in Clara that I felt like a celebrity, especially when they started taking group pictures there and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were told to divide ourselves into two buses, where each bus would hold about 10 people with a teacher each. I was immensely grateful for the fact that we could stay in a hotel, for the usual resting area for exchange groups were school hostels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hotel we were staying in was named "Trader's Inn" and we felt a little worried about heaving our luggage up the stairs to our rooms for there was no lifts. We still managed in the end. Before we could retire after our flight to our rooms where we would spend the three nights, we had light refreshments at the cafe in the hotel, where I very coincidentally met my uncle who was also in Brunei to take part in a sports meet and was also staying at that particular hotel. While we had our meal, the travel plan for the next few days was related to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did not really do much unpacking, but I think we rested for a bit before we went down to meet at the lobby to be fetched to Sekolah Tinggi Perempuan Raja Isteri for our first glimpse at your school and also our first dinner in Brunei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were invited to a prayer session which only Muslims took part in whereas we sat by the side respectfully to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thereafter, we had our meal which was served buffet style which I would come to know that most of my future meals in Brunei would be served in this way too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first night did not provide much sleep as I was unaccustomed to sleep in unfamiliar surroundings. We did not bother to wash our hair that night as it was too late. Thus, we woke up earlier in the morning at perhaps 6 to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met in the lobby at 7 and had our breakfast. I remembered we had some chicken mee with vegetables thingy. Beverages were always tea, coffee or plain water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had forgotten what we did later on in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the second night was much pleasant in the sense that I managed to sleep from 12.30 to 6.15. We only got to sleep on the third night at 1 due to the fact that we returned late and thus bathed late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our trip, we got to visit a mosque and cute little villages which rested upon pillars in the Brunei river while speeding in a boat which provided more than adequate ventilation. Occasional sprays caught our faces too. We also took pictures of the Sultan's Istana when we were passing by on the river. We got to go to a mall and also visited their pasar malam, the night market. We also attended a malay wedding. We also got to shake hands with the Raja Isteri, the queen and also the second wife of the sultan when they visited the school as they celebrate their 50th anniversary. Their hands were terribly icy cold! We couldn't get a picture of them however, which was quite a pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What touched me was that at the school, students smiled at us, they wanted to take pictures with us, and a pair of them actually bought bangles to remember them by! They were so cute and terribly adorable! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I would never forget is all the friendships that I have gained through my trip to Brunei. You guys have made me happy throughout the trip, and welcomed us, and took such pain in planning our trip and made sure we felt comfortable in Brunei, took such good care of us, and most importantly of all, you made these days the greatest days of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a poem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be sad&lt;br /&gt;To say good- bye.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss everyone.&lt;br /&gt;I know I will cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna say good- bye&lt;br /&gt;To all my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want this trip&lt;br /&gt;To come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we enter the gates departure,&lt;br /&gt;we left you guys in the midst of tears and laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have memories&lt;br /&gt;Kept in our minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never to forget&lt;br /&gt;The days in Brunei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, you are to us&lt;br /&gt;Which we hold dear to our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That scene at the airport made me cry too. Though we would still contact each other, but we wouldn't be seeing anyone soon.=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all that you gave us, the memorable moments that we had. Good-bye and take care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-2254937187179766296?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/2254937187179766296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=2254937187179766296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/2254937187179766296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/2254937187179766296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello-peeps-this-might-be-bit-late-but.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-567878772105507759</id><published>2007-07-07T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T05:14:53.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Airport in singapore&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/Ro9tlN64wbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nQccM3t-JL0/s1600-h/P1010001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084402990483816882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/Ro9tlN64wbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nQccM3t-JL0/s320/P1010001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/Ro9t-N64wcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xd8orqDOYt0/s1600-h/P1010009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084403419980546498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/Ro9t-N64wcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xd8orqDOYt0/s320/P1010009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/Ro9u6d64wdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/GsFYiSOAxus/s1600-h/P1010017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084404455067664850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/Ro9u6d64wdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/GsFYiSOAxus/s320/P1010017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084410021345280482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/Ro9z-d64weI/AAAAAAAAAAk/gJ2Plies7NI/s320/P1010044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/Ro9_ad64w5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/BM4Mx8twbcs/s1600-h/P1010108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084422597009523602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/Ro9_ad64w5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/BM4Mx8twbcs/s320/P1010108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/Ro93kd64wiI/AAAAAAAAABE/V76HIswnRvU/s1600-h/P1010128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084413972715192866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/Ro93kd64wiI/AAAAAAAAABE/V76HIswnRvU/s320/P1010128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/Ro92A964wfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Vr_N4zlrZTc/s1600-h/P1010058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084412263318209010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/Ro92A964wfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Vr_N4zlrZTc/s320/P1010058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/Ro9-nt64w3I/AAAAAAAAADs/I89tDOCnuKA/s1600-h/P1010732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084421725131162482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/Ro9-nt64w3I/AAAAAAAAADs/I89tDOCnuKA/s320/P1010732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/Ro9-X964w2I/AAAAAAAAADk/X3yBLOX9aIw/s1600-h/P1010713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084421454548222818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/Ro9-X964w2I/AAAAAAAAADk/X3yBLOX9aIw/s320/P1010713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/Ro99_d64w1I/AAAAAAAAADc/1RxNRdtv0Lo/s1600-h/P1010692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084421033641427794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/Ro99_d64w1I/AAAAAAAAADc/1RxNRdtv0Lo/s320/P1010692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/Ro99gd64wzI/AAAAAAAAADM/R4G1NJYwB-A/s1600-h/P1010643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084420501065483058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/Ro99gd64wzI/AAAAAAAAADM/R4G1NJYwB-A/s320/P1010643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/Ro99yN64w0I/AAAAAAAAADU/9FzqH1-IDBg/s1600-h/P1010660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084420806008161090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/Ro99yN64w0I/AAAAAAAAADU/9FzqH1-IDBg/s320/P1010660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/Ro986t64wyI/AAAAAAAAADE/U_VF0KVApFA/s1600-h/P1010599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084419852525421346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/Ro986t64wyI/AAAAAAAAADE/U_VF0KVApFA/s320/P1010599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/Ro98cd64wxI/AAAAAAAAAC8/nOPOtaHg-9A/s1600-h/P1010438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084419332834378514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/Ro98cd64wxI/AAAAAAAAAC8/nOPOtaHg-9A/s320/P1010438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mar=], Clara and yq's buddy Beginning on the trip on the keelboat I think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/Ro98M964wwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/0hlxa4Ldm0c/s1600-h/P1010436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084419066546406146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/Ro98M964wwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/0hlxa4Ldm0c/s320/P1010436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/Ro96HN64wqI/AAAAAAAAACE/3TNnZyz_B3o/s1600-h/P1010246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084416768738902690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/Ro96HN64wqI/AAAAAAAAACE/3TNnZyz_B3o/s320/P1010246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/Ro972d64wvI/AAAAAAAAACs/eqin9uBUJoE/s1600-h/P1010382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084418679999349490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/Ro972d64wvI/AAAAAAAAACs/eqin9uBUJoE/s320/P1010382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/Ro96bN64wrI/AAAAAAAAACM/ozM7UXKat0g/s1600-h/P1010328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084417112336286386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/Ro96bN64wrI/AAAAAAAAACM/ozM7UXKat0g/s320/P1010328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/Ro97hN64wuI/AAAAAAAAACk/wpfdkDuKx94/s1600-h/P1010345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084418314927129314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/Ro97hN64wuI/AAAAAAAAACk/wpfdkDuKx94/s320/P1010345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/Ro969964wsI/AAAAAAAAACU/xziUSVkVV6k/s1600-h/P1010271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084417709336740546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/Ro969964wsI/AAAAAAAAACU/xziUSVkVV6k/s320/P1010271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy, our friend=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/Ro95o964woI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9LXGb6vfTk0/s1600-h/P1010201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084416249047859842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/Ro95o964woI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9LXGb6vfTk0/s320/P1010201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/Ro957964wpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/GbYtNYVkkuk/s1600-h/P1010227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084416575465374354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/Ro957964wpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/GbYtNYVkkuk/s320/P1010227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whee!=]&lt;br /&gt;This is at a seven-star hotel, with all the sea scenery and stuff. So glamorous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/Ro95U964wnI/AAAAAAAAABs/ZnNOtgMI5FU/s1600-h/P1010204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084415905450476146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/Ro95U964wnI/AAAAAAAAABs/ZnNOtgMI5FU/s320/P1010204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/Ro95Fd64wmI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyoowUbltgQ/s1600-h/P1010206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084415639162503778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/Ro95Fd64wmI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyoowUbltgQ/s320/P1010206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/Ro94wN64wlI/AAAAAAAAABc/wQ91OfTmj9A/s1600-h/P1010202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084415274090283602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/Ro94wN64wlI/AAAAAAAAABc/wQ91OfTmj9A/s320/P1010202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our hotel=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/Ro94WN64wkI/AAAAAAAAABU/f9T39asUQqo/s1600-h/P1010157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084414827413684802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/Ro94WN64wkI/AAAAAAAAABU/f9T39asUQqo/s320/P1010157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddys welcoming us=]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/Ro94HN64wjI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZA4cOVXSLVE/s1600-h/P1010135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084414569715647026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/Ro94HN64wjI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZA4cOVXSLVE/s320/P1010135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/Ro92Yd64wgI/AAAAAAAAAA0/zZIGFqVLnWs/s1600-h/P1010062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084412667045134850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/Ro92Yd64wgI/AAAAAAAAAA0/zZIGFqVLnWs/s320/P1010062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Istana!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/Ro9-1t64w4I/AAAAAAAAAD0/rH0grnbWcbI/s1600-h/P1010482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084421965649331074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/Ro9-1t64w4I/AAAAAAAAAD0/rH0grnbWcbI/s320/P1010482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-567878772105507759?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/567878772105507759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=567878772105507759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/567878772105507759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/567878772105507759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2007/07/airport-in-singapore-mar-clara-and-yqs.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GxQ8yxRwrQE/Ro9tlN64wbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nQccM3t-JL0/s72-c/P1010001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-4831008930293522540</id><published>2007-06-25T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T01:26:43.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in school right now and it's like the first bloody day of school since the june hols. I have a briefing for the Brunei trip at 5, and I didn't wanna walk home and walk back..so..I have been almost wasting my time in the library after lunch at the shop opp school which sells bubble tea. I did the chemistry quiz online, but couldn't find “Test Report” to check my score. I was totally unprepared as I didn't have my chemistry textbook with me, nor my calculator.. But anyway, I managed to finish it by playing the guessing game halfway through. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My toes are freezing, actually. I don't know why my fingers are not. Usually they'll be, with my feet. And I think I'm getting pins and needles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished the Chinese filming, except maybe for the very last scene where shi han has to disappear… …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking quite forward to the Brunei trip and I hope it would be a pleasant experience. I wish to bring back fond memories that I can reminisce when I become grey and toothless.. Haha.. No la.. (I AM getting pins and needles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara! Wish me a safe flight and beautiful journey. Byeez!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-4831008930293522540?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/4831008930293522540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=4831008930293522540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/4831008930293522540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/4831008930293522540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-in-school-right-now-and-its-like.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-5551837851658405292</id><published>2007-06-21T21:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T21:14:03.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well well, the holidays are almost over..I didn't accomplish much.. All my "plans" such as to brush up on my hcl, a maths and etc all went to waste.. I still have some last minute work I oughta do too=] Projects are still uncompleted.. but.. I'm still looking forward to the beginning of term 3 and our trip to Brunei..&lt;br /&gt;I hope that our new form teacher in replacement of Mrs Hoe will be nice=]!&lt;br /&gt;I pray that dance in the new semester will be better than the last..I think it was so slack after the SYF. We didn't practise like at all like that.. I miss dance and corner to corner..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O-levels MT express oral examinations start as soon as I come back on Brunei, on the 2nd and 3rd of July. I'm worried about having insufficient time to revise, especially since I'm arriving back in Singapore on the 1st of july on the night flight, reaching the airport at about 10 smth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The O-levels are incredibly impt to me if I want to minus 2 pts off my final year O-levels next year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. anti-malaria pills are not having any problems .. as in in the side-effects.. but I had gastric problems for two nights going now.. last night was still ok.. it hurt for only 1 hour..phew..but 2 nights ago I glanced at the clock it was already 1.15 and I think the pain continued for a few more peiods before I slipped into a blissful sleep at I think a few hours later? But I'm alright now.. Tonight should be fine. I'm having a bit of a headache though. I'm not sure if it's due to the pills or because I did maths from 9 to 5 yesterday morning or because I looked at scores with too teeny printing or due to over-watching or tv..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=]Anyway, I'm going to practise my piano now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye! And enjoy the rest of the hols!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-5551837851658405292?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/5551837851658405292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=5551837851658405292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/5551837851658405292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/5551837851658405292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2007/06/well-well-holidays-are-almost-over.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28066619.post-7353242500823388977</id><published>2007-06-10T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T20:44:33.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so sad somehow now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past friends that are really close can drift apart once not in frequent contact. You lose track of what they are doing and how they become.. You start to feel uncomfortable in their presence and the connection once there is not present anymore.&lt;br /&gt;The lost of a perfectly treasured friendship is what pains me..anyhow. But life still goes on and meeting new friends and new acquaintances will change that fact but with an additional situation as such, it feels like another emotional barrier I have to overcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh..I wish for a friend, not necessarily perfect, but just to be a person who fulfills my possessive appetite, I can't explain anyway..but I just like one person to thinks of me as a one and only best friend and me the same towards her or him. I might be selfish, but I think..everyone has this nature..I might be horrid, but that's me. I admit my faults..at least I'm better than those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hypocrites&lt;/span&gt;. That person of course, should not be dull and boring, at least in my opinion, can stand my sudden weirdies periods, and make me laugh and really care for me...just a friend..it's different with a lover..It's just different..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..looking on the bright side of life..it's still as hot man.. How great is the invention of the air-conditioning that destroys the ozone layer yet brings us such comfort!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28066619-7353242500823388977?l=piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/feeds/7353242500823388977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28066619&amp;postID=7353242500823388977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/7353242500823388977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28066619/posts/default/7353242500823388977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piano-no-kiseki.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-feel-so-sad-somehow-now.html' title=''/><author><name>just me:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12934571626916700850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
