<?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-6990646902189342503</id><updated>2011-08-28T20:54:49.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>--</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joanne Liao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12262742664729459535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SY2pgMPsg5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vDEjjpo1X9E/S220/PC010391.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6990646902189342503.post-2746270966757984922</id><published>2010-12-01T00:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T00:46:47.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That It!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have enough of this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be that sensitive any more. Thinking all the time how is everyone judging me or is there anyone talking behind my back. I am getting haywire soon... Why must I be the one to be so unhappy to go through the same circumstance again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling left out in all the activities and gatherings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of me being childish or offensive with my words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone of you be more &lt;b&gt;understanding&lt;/b&gt; towards me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you take the initiative to understand the word: DYSLEXIA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I ask is (not more, not less) ----- PLEASE UNDERSTAND ME!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990646902189342503-2746270966757984922?l=songs-of-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/2746270966757984922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990646902189342503&amp;postID=2746270966757984922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/2746270966757984922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/2746270966757984922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/2010/12/that-it-i-have-enough-of-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne Liao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12262742664729459535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SY2pgMPsg5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vDEjjpo1X9E/S220/PC010391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6990646902189342503.post-923769922812234283</id><published>2010-10-25T20:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T20:39:33.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, my blog is rotting/ had rotted, This is what I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know what to write...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life... is too mundane and too systematic. No, just don't know what to say for it... Despite I had a fun and meaningful life, I don't feel anything special...&lt;br /&gt;Probably, everything will work again once holidays is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And YES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays is coming in two weeks time, I am free again...&lt;br /&gt;I am going to pray hard for this temporary wish list of mine.&lt;br /&gt;- Finland&lt;br /&gt;- Meet more friends that can go party together&lt;br /&gt;- Acceptable results&lt;br /&gt;Be it &lt;s&gt;Promote&lt;/s&gt;, &lt;s&gt;Advance&lt;/s&gt;, Retain or Exit, I am prepared for the worst I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss my old life... Though unhappy but less stressful...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990646902189342503-923769922812234283?l=songs-of-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/923769922812234283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990646902189342503&amp;postID=923769922812234283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/923769922812234283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/923769922812234283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/2010/10/okay-my-blog-is-rotting-had-rotted-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne Liao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12262742664729459535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SY2pgMPsg5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vDEjjpo1X9E/S220/PC010391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6990646902189342503.post-8040861818774959757</id><published>2010-07-11T01:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T01:31:54.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is been quite some time since I update this blog of mine. Okay, not really...&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what to write for the moment, nothing much to complaint and talk about. My world for the moment is very peaceful, nothing interesting that I don't know if this is good or bad. Guess that I am enjoying life very much now. Well, I should not speak too soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is starting again, "Mr. Doom" is already knocking on my door. I have to face the consequences for spending my entire time sleeping in classes. I will be in deep trouble for failing the Promos as the new topics that are to be teach later on are harder to grasp. Plus some of my assignments are not up to standard yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling a tension now because "hard working" is not going to be the solution any more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990646902189342503-8040861818774959757?l=songs-of-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8040861818774959757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990646902189342503&amp;postID=8040861818774959757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/8040861818774959757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/8040861818774959757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/2010/07/hello-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne Liao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12262742664729459535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SY2pgMPsg5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vDEjjpo1X9E/S220/PC010391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6990646902189342503.post-1893225223242056292</id><published>2010-05-27T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T23:38:21.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT TIME IS IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JUNE HOLIDAYS&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it is a must to go back to school for lessons and AKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NO NEED TO WAKE UP AT 5AM&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NO LONG HOURS OF SCHOOL&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SHOPPING&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;PLAYING&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;STUDYING&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need a break...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990646902189342503-1893225223242056292?l=songs-of-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1893225223242056292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990646902189342503&amp;postID=1893225223242056292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/1893225223242056292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/1893225223242056292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-time-is-it-it-is-june-holidays.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne Liao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12262742664729459535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SY2pgMPsg5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vDEjjpo1X9E/S220/PC010391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6990646902189342503.post-5392351824526672922</id><published>2010-05-17T01:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T01:38:53.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Firstly...&lt;br /&gt;GP Promos is coming and I am not prepared yet. Have to do intensive study soon, hope that I can finished my projects soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly...&lt;br /&gt;Have a good time on Saturday. Though it is tiring and a long day, I felt blessed to have my friends to spend the day with me. My妹妹们, 大姐love you all and thank you for the wonderful time spend in Jurong Point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly...&lt;br /&gt;AKE concert is next Saturday, my readiness for the concert is a big zero. Hope that more people can come and attend the concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly...&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are coming. Other than studying and working, What can I do?? Any suggestions??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990646902189342503-5392351824526672922?l=songs-of-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5392351824526672922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990646902189342503&amp;postID=5392351824526672922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/5392351824526672922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/5392351824526672922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/2010/05/firstly.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne Liao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12262742664729459535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SY2pgMPsg5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vDEjjpo1X9E/S220/PC010391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6990646902189342503.post-4144567457958320086</id><published>2010-04-25T00:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T01:47:10.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally have the time to sit down and update my current situation. I never knew and expect that Pre-University Life is so busy and stressful (okay, not very stress up yet)...&lt;br /&gt;My timetable ended after 4 pm daily. AKE is going to have lots of performance and thus got to go for extra night practises. Apparently, my schedules is already filled with internal and external activities till August (You can guess what is happening in August right?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I am still not adapting to the school hours and it is bad when our first promo exam is already creeping near...&lt;br /&gt;Argh... My work and studies, trying my best not to get a retain or else I am becoming a "senior citizen" in learning... I hope that I won't waste this year despite the fact I am still considering of changing to Poly courses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, another important issue is that I guess I am turning into a jovial person now.&lt;br /&gt;As usual, still noisy and crazy but I enjoy my everyday life now compare to the past. The key to such fruitful life is less complain and less sensitivity. I am trying my best not to listen to negative and hurtful comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy that I can study together with people of different age groups and does not feel a sense of "superior" (probably after spending one year of retaking O level, I am able to accept it smoothly now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am definitely going to do my best in everything and get good achievements...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990646902189342503-4144567457958320086?l=songs-of-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4144567457958320086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990646902189342503&amp;postID=4144567457958320086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/4144567457958320086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/4144567457958320086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello-everyone-i-finally-have-time-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne Liao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12262742664729459535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SY2pgMPsg5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vDEjjpo1X9E/S220/PC010391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6990646902189342503.post-8262498085770298318</id><published>2010-02-12T22:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T23:58:59.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;First of all I want to say Happy Chinese New Year to everyone.&lt;div&gt;This CNY is going to be a "dead" one, due to the outbreak of Chicken Pox, I have to forgo so many delicious foodies. (Aww... prawns and peanuts)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever it is, Ang Pows matter the most. I guess I need not to collect so much this time because I have my pay and money not spent from last CNY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have officially moved back to Boon Keng and I really miss Pasir Ris a lot but I have no choice at all... (Blame it on me and my JAE application) I got to move to a place that is nearer to school, to cut down my travel distance and time. Hope I can get through the three years without being retain, dropout and stress out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next up is some issue to be happy about. My cousin had just given birth to a healthy baby girl, Xann, on 9 February. She was supposed to give birth earlier but apparently Xann didn't want to come out from her mother's womb. I can't visit both of them personally but my cousin sent me a photo of her. Her timing is so perfect, just in time to grab double ang pows from the elders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/S3V0LfT98yI/AAAAAAAAAQY/tsqApdpY1D4/s1600-h/Xann+Lim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/S3V0LfT98yI/AAAAAAAAAQY/tsqApdpY1D4/s320/Xann+Lim.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437379865852375842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After seeing Xann I really wish that my sister can get married and give birth early, so I can play with and take care of babies. When will this faithful day arrived? I wonder...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990646902189342503-8262498085770298318?l=songs-of-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8262498085770298318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990646902189342503&amp;postID=8262498085770298318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/8262498085770298318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/8262498085770298318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/2010/02/first-of-all-i-want-to-say-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne Liao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12262742664729459535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SY2pgMPsg5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vDEjjpo1X9E/S220/PC010391.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/S3V0LfT98yI/AAAAAAAAAQY/tsqApdpY1D4/s72-c/Xann+Lim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6990646902189342503.post-2356237909330393000</id><published>2010-01-12T17:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T18:48:53.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First of all, I would like to say...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THANK GOD!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Second of all, I would like to say...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THANK YOU, TEACHERS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Third of all, I would like to say...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THANK YOU TO MY FRIENDS AND FAMILIES!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last of all, I would like to say...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THANK YOU TO EVERYONE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Though it is not that fantastic but I am grateful for the second try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990646902189342503-2356237909330393000?l=songs-of-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/2356237909330393000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990646902189342503&amp;postID=2356237909330393000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/2356237909330393000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/2356237909330393000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-of-all-i-would-like-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne Liao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12262742664729459535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SY2pgMPsg5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vDEjjpo1X9E/S220/PC010391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6990646902189342503.post-8399764375581191435</id><published>2010-01-08T23:11:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T23:41:53.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My first post in 2010. Ya Great... this year I am going to turn 19, hence I must enjoy my 18 and 19 moments.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had started to work and was very unhappy with the working hours. But that is not important at all, the most important thing is that I have nice working environment and colleagues. I like this job than my previous one. However, It is very pressurising to work in such high class boutique as customers are more demanding and I am a slowpoke... Well, hope everything can go smoothly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also want to say thanks and no thanks to jie for challenging me in taking up the job and hope that she can be good to me by not putting in a difficult situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, results is coming out. I wonder, how would I fare for this second chance? Will there be a third time? I hope not......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990646902189342503-8399764375581191435?l=songs-of-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8399764375581191435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990646902189342503&amp;postID=8399764375581191435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/8399764375581191435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/8399764375581191435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-first-post-in-2010.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne Liao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12262742664729459535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SY2pgMPsg5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vDEjjpo1X9E/S220/PC010391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6990646902189342503.post-4257671678194150539</id><published>2009-12-18T10:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T11:24:48.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have nothing to say. What had caused this fiasco in our friendship is how one would not admit it's own mistake.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is an apology that hard to be said?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right, no one wants other to bring out the old matter to fight. Call me childish, call me stuck up or call me nasty whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, I wrote about an anonymous person on my blog. Blog can be use as a tool to write essay. 竟然，有人大费周章把我写的部落格放在他的。都没说是谁，为什么要对号入座阿！仁者见仁，智者见智 我也仁至义尽，无可争辩。但，旁观者们有何见智，自己明白，自己清就可。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我不会再做任何的解释或辩论自己的立场，因为在吵下去是得不到一个结果。到时在部落格和Facebook上写出不真实的东西，写些难看的话 真是没意义。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990646902189342503-4257671678194150539?l=songs-of-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4257671678194150539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990646902189342503&amp;postID=4257671678194150539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/4257671678194150539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/4257671678194150539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-have-nothing-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne Liao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12262742664729459535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SY2pgMPsg5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vDEjjpo1X9E/S220/PC010391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6990646902189342503.post-1366645722138912952</id><published>2009-12-15T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T23:36:16.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't understand, why and how on earth there is someone like her thick-skinned, nasty and mean. Talking to her is really 对牛弹琴 or a crude word 跟石头讲话. I thought that time can change one's personality. I had been telling my family and friends that she is changing but I am deceiving myself in the end. 江山难改，本性难移. On her case, these words are totally suitable for her. I am not going to waste my breath and saliva anymore.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our friendship end. I have had enough of her everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is worse than I thought. A liar that even when you slapped her hard with evidences, she will continue to deny her wrongdoings. Well, never mind, I "believed" her. For those category of people (for her information) is been ignored by me for life. If she think that it another minor fight between us, after months of cooling down we will be friends again, she really do not know the real me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can tolerate a liar who knows how to apologised when she is proven that she had lied but not one who makes up a story to defend herself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It sounded to others as I am being 小题大做, but she is totally incorrigible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the incident, she still sms me saying that : We shall not communicate for a few months. (As if I was in the wrong.) I should had sms her back: We shall not communicate forever and ever. (So that she won't pester me.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No wonder why Zhu Zhu always say that she is good in manipulate people with words because she is a true female version of Adolf Hitler, the undisputed leader who always think she is in the right and we have to follow suit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am really naive to think that time will bring her to become a better person. Well, it isn't. It must be a forceful miracle to make that happened and I shall wait for the miracle, because when it come, it will be a nice show to watch. By that time, I will gather everyone and popcorns to watch with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990646902189342503-1366645722138912952?l=songs-of-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1366645722138912952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990646902189342503&amp;postID=1366645722138912952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/1366645722138912952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/1366645722138912952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-dont-understand-why-and-how-on-earth.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne Liao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12262742664729459535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SY2pgMPsg5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vDEjjpo1X9E/S220/PC010391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6990646902189342503.post-6047994176478469668</id><published>2009-12-02T16:31:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T17:17:10.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm... It is December now, 2009 is coming to an end soon. A new year, a new beginning. What will be waiting ahead of me? I don't know, life is unpredictable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went back to PRCS to collect my paintings. I believe that my last final painting was not shown to people outside the Art class before so I took a photo of it. I am really happy that my last minutes work did not totally spoil my painting. I am glad that Art, Music and I have found each other. Without them, I may be still talentless after all I am a"half person", always give up before something is completed. Lastly, thanks Yi Ling for helping me the moving, we will meet up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s439.photobucket.com/albums/qq119/toothjl/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC020009-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i439.photobucket.com/albums/qq119/toothjl/PC020009-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" 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/6990646902189342503-6047994176478469668?l=songs-of-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6047994176478469668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990646902189342503&amp;postID=6047994176478469668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/6047994176478469668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/6047994176478469668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/2009/12/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne Liao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12262742664729459535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SY2pgMPsg5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vDEjjpo1X9E/S220/PC010391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6990646902189342503.post-4959151957226518330</id><published>2009-11-20T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T01:13:27.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>18th years had past since the day I was born. This 18 years I had been like on a roller coaster ride. Sometimes happy, sometimes not. I really did not have fun while living on the earth. It is really been very hard for me to live on these years with so many emotions wounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s why now I am still unable to walk out from my little corner, my little world. However, now as an young adult, I think it is time for my to leave this messy situations with a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, totally growing up…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had always been telling myself to grow up. 15th , 16th and 17th birthday past by but I never get to do it. Now at the age of 18, even by force, I have to grow up. I had been far too ignorant with the outside world and it is time to venture out. Even if it is another failure for me, I will not hide back in to my shell and face my everyday challenges with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not be a child anymore, it is time to learn some true independence. I had been childish for all my life. It is kind of embarrassed to see people of the same age as me are so mature while I am not. I always wished I was them but I think it is also time to take some action so I can be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With 18th birthday arrival, I have also another mission to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been seven years since the diagnosed of learning disability, Dyslexia. Probably I used this as an excuse for not growing up, an excuse for everything too long. Far too long. I am slow, dyslexia is to be blamed. I am immature, dyslexia again…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People around me had always said that having such disability is either bad or good but what matter most it is how I see this disability. It is true from what kinds of point view you regard about this disability. I can be like Lee Kuan Yew (be that successful) or the man (who has problems with filling up a job application form). However, I have not taken the first step to befriend with my disability, never take the opportunity to unleashed my sleeping potentials. Hence, it is time to search for them. If I don’t search for them, I will never be a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to dedicate most of my time with God now. I want to learn trust from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To step out of my little world, I have to learn to trust. From time to time I will be very paranoid on friends, classmates and anyone around. Thinking that someone talking behind my back, friends are not truly befriending me. I thought that after having sessions with Mrs Ho on letting go my hate over bullies and backstabbing past, I am unburdening my pile of weight. Apparently, That does not help much. I do not realised that this is only the first minor step to lessen my burden. If I want to be happy, I have to start to trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to work for the best future I can get. I am still sticking to this old rule of mine even if I totally grow up and that is not afraid of listening to other bad comments. It may be hurtful but that is the feedback for me to improve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, Happy 18th Birthday to me. (20th November)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990646902189342503-4959151957226518330?l=songs-of-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4959151957226518330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990646902189342503&amp;postID=4959151957226518330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/4959151957226518330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/4959151957226518330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/2009/11/18th-years-had-past-since-day-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne Liao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12262742664729459535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SY2pgMPsg5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vDEjjpo1X9E/S220/PC010391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6990646902189342503.post-3043577390869596812</id><published>2009-11-14T01:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T02:04:44.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Birthday Chains Began</title><content type='html'>The Birthday Chains Began...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13rd  Nov - Wennie Jie Jie's Birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Happy 30th Years, wish you happy and give birth to a healthy baby girl. I will pray hard that she will be a Lunar New Year newborn and grab more ang pows... Muahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14th Nov - Aunty Helen's and Sam's Birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of my favourite aunt, wish her to lead a happy and easy-going life...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Miss Nasty, Happy 17th to you... My only advice: Please change for the best, throw away your nasty attitude...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20th Nov - My Officially 18 day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Will write my "birthday speech" on that day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;22nd Nov - One of My Niece Birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not very sure which niece of mine but one thing for sure, I am getting old as she grows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990646902189342503-3043577390869596812?l=songs-of-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3043577390869596812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990646902189342503&amp;postID=3043577390869596812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/3043577390869596812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/3043577390869596812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/2009/11/birthday-chains-began.html' title='The Birthday Chains Began'/><author><name>Joanne Liao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12262742664729459535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SY2pgMPsg5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vDEjjpo1X9E/S220/PC010391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6990646902189342503.post-5607778015993153482</id><published>2009-11-12T17:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T18:58:28.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am back to blogging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to rant and fare how is my examinations, because I am such a let-down person.&lt;br /&gt;But a few things for sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am so going to say good-bye to Ngee Ann Polytechnic and my beloved humanities courses.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chances of getting into ITE is still higher than Polytechnics.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am ready to pick up any design courses (this 1 year of rest is really worth it!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Whatever it is, my road will be clear after the results... Just hope that it can improve to 15 points, which I had try to target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation once again but with a different feeling, lonely and confused...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Countdown to officially 18 : 8 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990646902189342503-5607778015993153482?l=songs-of-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5607778015993153482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990646902189342503&amp;postID=5607778015993153482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/5607778015993153482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/5607778015993153482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-back-to-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne Liao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12262742664729459535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SY2pgMPsg5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vDEjjpo1X9E/S220/PC010391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6990646902189342503.post-7950169914924985009</id><published>2009-09-18T23:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T00:43:28.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Countdown to O's: 5 weeks 2 days!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's coming nearer and nearer... I just wish I am not involved in this major examinations any more. This year's papers will be a tough one... Just by deducing from the August English Language Oral topics, I think it is going to be a struggle. (Can you believe the day 10 topic is war?? Most of my classmates were stunned by it... Lucky, I took mine on day 9 but still not a good job done.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone must be in study mode now, but that class I am with is not. Well, it is still noisy as if O's is in million years time... People, please start working. You should not feel regrets at the end, for not doing well in O Levels. Are you all going to waste a year in secondary 5? Or at least, Please be considerate, that some of us are trying hard to study, and not make noise during lessons time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of you ought to be content that despite the class only have 39 students and the school Sec 5NA will not be rank next year, the school is willing to teach and invest money on your academic. They encourage you to work hard so that you can have good results. You may think that I do not have the right to say these but let me tell you that you all are very lucky to have this school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? you may ask this questions yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you prefer a school that concern their students' academic, provide you good environment and facilities to study in (eg: Air-Conditioned Classroom), encourage you to work hard, having the principal to come to teach you personally and praise you for your good effort toward studies??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you prefer a school that only has ranking in mind, less-privileged facilities (computer lads that are not Air-Conditioned, only four standing fans are provided), getting a verbal-lashing for no improvement in results, remembering the school's not one but numerous quotations and have to face big graph charts on school past academic results almost everyday, with the target of making the graph going up every year??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure you will choose the first one isn't it?? I am a 过来人, I have already see more than you all do. Okay, maybe you all may think that I did not study hard enough that why I need to repeat sec 5 again thus have no say in criticising yours' actions but that is wrong. It was due to stress that affect my health, I had failed my exams. Stress created out by the school wanting to have quality results. Stress created by piles and piles of homework. (Imagine having to hand in 7 assignments the next day? What it would be like?) Stress due to lack of sleep. (Try beating my record, less than six or one hour of sleep and especially, during exams period).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think again, it is the attitude and the effort you put in, are the teachers' reward for teaching you wholeheartedly. Make sure you make a decision from it. I hope to see everyone start working NOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, you can choose to ignore this crazy girl's ranting, especially that gang of people, who always talk behind my back. It is your choice....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990646902189342503-7950169914924985009?l=songs-of-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7950169914924985009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990646902189342503&amp;postID=7950169914924985009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/7950169914924985009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/7950169914924985009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/2009/09/countdown-to-os-5-weeks-2-days-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne Liao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12262742664729459535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SY2pgMPsg5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vDEjjpo1X9E/S220/PC010391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6990646902189342503.post-5642738641246474270</id><published>2009-08-01T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T20:42:08.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Qns: Prelim Exams are coming up next week...&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Sigh, no confidence, no confidence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qns: Weak subjects?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: They are still weak like a morning glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qns: DPA?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: DPA failed. I guess I will never get into my dream courses, wake up from la la land and face the reality now... but yet done so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qns: Problems?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: 3rd place: should not have repeat sec 5 / 2nd place: should be less addicted to unimportant matters and look hard for a good spot to study / 1st: DEVIL OF SLEEP, GO AWAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: should go study now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990646902189342503-5642738641246474270?l=songs-of-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5642738641246474270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990646902189342503&amp;postID=5642738641246474270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/5642738641246474270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/5642738641246474270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/2009/08/qns-prelim-exams-are-coming-up-next.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne Liao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12262742664729459535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SY2pgMPsg5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vDEjjpo1X9E/S220/PC010391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6990646902189342503.post-9149124396156344479</id><published>2009-07-24T16:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T16:44:21.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh... Every things, he says, are lies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does he really mean that he has learn his lesson??&lt;br /&gt;It obvious that HE DOES NOT LEARN FROM HIS LESSON!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making the adults to worry for him, he really does not deserve the concerns...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When can he really learn that there are no easy job or easy life?? When can he understand that he has choose to make himself in this kind of state and he should not have any things to grumble about?? We do not owe him a life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have found a new winner on "stubborn competition"... He is way more ******* stubborn than my own mother and I. Even when, his friends have stop him from doing illegal activities, he refused to listen...&lt;br /&gt;Great!!! get a tight slap from the law and either a large sum of fine or jail term for himself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... Now have to be his messenger between him and his girlfriend...&lt;br /&gt;Haha... I must be mad!!! I don't need to study, just get busy between this two 弟弟 &amp;amp; 妹妹 can le... Hey! Excuse me, I want to graduate!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wish that he can leave, out of our sight... He is disrupting my life...... My sleepy problems are back, 10% are cause by him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh!!! Urgh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990646902189342503-9149124396156344479?l=songs-of-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/9149124396156344479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990646902189342503&amp;postID=9149124396156344479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/9149124396156344479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/9149124396156344479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/2009/07/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne Liao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12262742664729459535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SY2pgMPsg5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vDEjjpo1X9E/S220/PC010391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6990646902189342503.post-1368002031059150526</id><published>2009-07-17T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T01:16:33.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I am better now, I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, I should pat myself for doing the first good deed and stop blaming myself for the second time he attempted it. It may seems that I am a busybody and should not poke into this matter as it is none of my business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... What can I do??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally, I become one of his "first attempted stupid act" witnesses. If I am more vigilant to his fishy behaviour, I don't think this will happen for the second time... I know, I cannot control life and death, but I don't think that is a good idea... After all he is an old man, why does he want to end his life that way?&lt;br /&gt;To tell the truth, he is not lonely, he just don't communicate with us... but it is still very shocking to see someone, whom I always think that he is the role model, all elderly should follow, does something so disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I learn a lesson. I will be more vigilant next time and will take more time to concern the old people, talk to them and spent time with them... I will feel more better doing this then feeling regretful over the incident...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990646902189342503-1368002031059150526?l=songs-of-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1368002031059150526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990646902189342503&amp;postID=1368002031059150526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/1368002031059150526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/1368002031059150526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/2009/07/well-i-am-better-now-i-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne Liao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12262742664729459535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SY2pgMPsg5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vDEjjpo1X9E/S220/PC010391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6990646902189342503.post-6997978046944619390</id><published>2009-05-24T17:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T18:02:12.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt; Can I just shred away my papers??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Can I don't study like mad??&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Can I achieve my goals??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Can I... Can I...??&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Urgh... The most stupidest questions of all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, Do or Die...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990646902189342503-6997978046944619390?l=songs-of-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6997978046944619390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990646902189342503&amp;postID=6997978046944619390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/6997978046944619390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/6997978046944619390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne Liao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12262742664729459535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SY2pgMPsg5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vDEjjpo1X9E/S220/PC010391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6990646902189342503.post-8154445141712133306</id><published>2009-05-02T19:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T00:12:05.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh... It has been two long weeks. I really had no idea which topics should I talk about first, since many things had surfaced up continuously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit that MYE is not acting any weight to me, physically and spiritually. Probably I am tired of studying again and again. I felt a little regretful that I had chose to repeat immediately after my first failure. Rather than feeling very "enlighten" by my friends' support, I felt very tired toward the same old routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;A little update to my friends who knows about this...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph has returned back to Pasir Ris home yesterday morning. I am very relieved that he had returned after his 1 year long, dropping out from school and homeless saga. I understood that we should not waste our years and should study hard, but I am 佩服 that he was able to have fun during that time.&lt;br /&gt;He is very gear up now, ready to study again and currently looking for a school, maybe going back PRCS but have to repeat sec 3 instead. Whatever it is, he is happy that he had a great time outside playing and learn a valuable lesson on life. At the same time, remorseful for he had wasted his time on having fun instead of studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This make me wonder... What about me? What have I been doing this one whole year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been running in circles all the while. No, I should say, trying to climb to the peak, effortless and paying no great attention to what I am doing. Thinking that it is aright to stand up again after a fall and continue climbing, without thinking back my failure, without checking out if I am injured from the fall or not.&lt;br /&gt;Now the consequences have been popping out. I am tried and that is a fact. My fatigue cannot be cured, even if I change an environment, and that is still a fact.&lt;br /&gt;I am merely wasting my time again, doing something that required a lot of strength but bringing along an injury with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do now and what should I have done instead? I am totally clueless...&lt;br /&gt;Should I have stop studying for temporary too and return back to it when I am heal? That mean I really become a senior citizen studying with the young ones, which I totally don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;Why... Why am I not a genius from the start? Why do I have so many illnesses that hinder my studies? So many WHYs, it is really like losing my way in the mountain le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just break my friendship which lasted three months and I admit that is the shortest of all. Honestly, I am not sad about it, naturally I would be crying for days de.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, I am too tired from all the past experiences, from crazy person, mother's objections, two different worlds to back stabbers. I am glad that I had learnt a lot and revert back to my old self.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously had not been myself for these three months. I had to go through the so call makeover, to be a gentle lady. To me, if you want to befriend someone, you should accepted the way they are, not change to a standard, that the world wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I got to say, I am not a five year old kid. To tell the truth, what make the friendship turn sour, is the smacking of my butt in the library that day. This is how you treat friend and when they don't "behave".&lt;br /&gt;May I ask, why is the world interesting? because there are weirdos, smarties, pretty and handsome people. If everyone were to be a gentle ladies or men, without able to be their own, than the world become very boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the way I dress and behave in school. If anyone do not like it, then I got to say they don't appreciate it. I am happy to hear suggestions but it is up to me to ponder if I should change or not but not being forced to. I am not interested in some stuff, then don't force me to dive into it. I know you are helping me to change some "bad habits", but changes does not take effect immediately and cannot be hasten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are angry to what I have commented that day, then you are not worthy to be my friend because you don't really understand me, but you still act as you do. I only want to advise that if you want to know me again from the start, I am happy to help you. However I think that would never happen. Do not think I am a fool, Miss. You are telling others, some bad stuff of me, to make feel lonely and will go back to you, begging. Please, that does not make me feel guilty for being "cruel" to you. I am been trained to be lonely for 5 years le. Also, by the look of the expressions on both of your faces, I can understand what it is le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why I say you don't understand me, for I am a person that need listening ear or being a pillar to friends, not to be lecture by your endless topics on boys, cat fighting and beauty stuff.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't learn anything from this friendship, then all I have to say is, you have a lot to learn. Learn to respect others' personality. Your failures and successes, does not mean that will work on others and have everyone to follow suit. I am not very good in making new friends, unlike you but as you had say, everyone has a flaw, you and I are too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, this is what I always tell my friends, take the advices or ignored it if you think they are nonsense. This is my last gift, as a friend, to you. Thank you for being a friend to me and I really mean it, with appreciation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990646902189342503-8154445141712133306?l=songs-of-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8154445141712133306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990646902189342503&amp;postID=8154445141712133306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/8154445141712133306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/8154445141712133306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne Liao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12262742664729459535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SY2pgMPsg5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vDEjjpo1X9E/S220/PC010391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6990646902189342503.post-122439480664822938</id><published>2009-03-15T14:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T14:27:25.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh... sorry for the ranting, because if I don't do it, I may become very unhappy for the rest of the year. I guess....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should not have read other people blogs, am I so surprised to see something that I don't know about it, and it had been over for so many days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess no one should be calling me for that because maybe they know I am busy, so do not want to disturb me bah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In actual fact, I miss everyone, my class, and every members of the class. Maybe, due to the different environment I am in currently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, we have been through all the happy and unhappy moments together, I really thanks everyone for the wonderful memories. Be it sad or happy ones, they have been very tolerant towards my odd behaviour. I really appreciate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I do feel better after the ranting, got to go off now. =0)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990646902189342503-122439480664822938?l=songs-of-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/122439480664822938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990646902189342503&amp;postID=122439480664822938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/122439480664822938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/122439480664822938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/2009/03/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne Liao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12262742664729459535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SY2pgMPsg5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vDEjjpo1X9E/S220/PC010391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6990646902189342503.post-8682554068977411021</id><published>2009-03-13T23:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T23:24:16.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marchie Holidays!!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey Hey... March holidays start today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I really have to confess that I am not doing well for the common tests. So far, every papers that are return to me, I fail every single it.... =(&lt;br /&gt;The most upset thing is: everything is short of 2 to 3 mark to achieve the pass range, all because of CARELESS MISTAKES!!! WA.... ARGH.... My excuses again... I never stop doing that. Now, I am afraid of the PTM, when school reopen. Vocabulary Tests are driving me crazy too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I really need to refresh my memories on every topics, so I appreciate everyone and the teachers for regiving the notes, especially history, super thick and super one big stack man!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As now we arrive in the month of March, I am sure, everyone is going to start school soon. I used to be very anxious to end my secondary school days, but now, I know that I should not be. I should build a strong foundation before continuing to a higher level of education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also get to understand the reason on school is looking for one more student to join sec 5. What Mrs Low, the vice-principal, told me is... okay, considerate but true!!! Without this one additional member to the class, the percentages, everyone need to burden will be more. just like back in PRCS, when we have 27 students in history class, everyone have to work hard as each of us hold 4% to 5%. Now, I am reminded about it, I really hope or pray hard that one more student, is able to join us as soon as possible, better if he/she can take history, or else it is 100% for me.... ={&lt;br /&gt;Then I have to try my best for scoring distinction for History. Another 100% for distinction. Stress stress....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I hope my friends, upon seeing this can introduce anyone they know to join us for sec 5, either repeat or changing of school. Also, is anyone able to provide me any free permanent tuitions till O's is over?? I appreciate it a lot if you can spend some of your free time to give me tuitions... Thanks... ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990646902189342503-8682554068977411021?l=songs-of-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8682554068977411021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990646902189342503&amp;postID=8682554068977411021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/8682554068977411021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/8682554068977411021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/2009/03/marchie-holidays.html' title='Marchie Holidays!!!!'/><author><name>Joanne Liao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12262742664729459535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SY2pgMPsg5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vDEjjpo1X9E/S220/PC010391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6990646902189342503.post-7734267664403455867</id><published>2009-02-25T23:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T00:14:10.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zzzz.....</title><content type='html'>I have just received the verification slip for GCE 'O' level exams.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I fear looking through the paper because I know that something will be very different. The "numbers of attempt".... I think I still fear the fact of retaking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am just sensitive again or maybe it's the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met some ex-crestians and Min Yee while waiting for the bus on monday. They really look very different in JC uniforms. They saw me and we all did greet each other. However, I feel uneasy throughout the whole thing. I do not really know if they look down on me or not, I hope it is not the way I am thinking, but thanks to Min Yee, this good friend of my support me all the way through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;I also want to thank Chin Choo for the guidance she gave me and pointing out one of my bad habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, things changes every time, so does environment. It is no use in comparing everything, it just get myself unhappy, the more I compare. Okay, I have noted it down. That is really a bad habit of mine. (list it down to my improving list le.)&lt;br /&gt;But, I hope everyone can understand. I am really fustrated with the conditions I am in now. I am still crying, sometimes at night, because of the things happened in school in such a short period of time. Since I came to this school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, I &lt;s&gt;should&lt;/s&gt; &lt;u&gt;must&lt;/u&gt; try to be more understanding, I &lt;s&gt;should&lt;/s&gt; &lt;u&gt;must&lt;/u&gt; stay out of trouble as much as I can. I&lt;s&gt;should&lt;/s&gt; &lt;u&gt;must&lt;/u&gt; be more stubborn in my choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;s&gt;should&lt;/s&gt; &lt;u&gt;must&lt;/u&gt; go back to my lonely world for once more to protect myself (though I swear not to anymore) and learn to be independent later. Or else, it is the same old cycle I am going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When can I ever find the inner peace I want??&lt;br /&gt;When will I get out all these messy situation??&lt;br /&gt;When can I stop envy everyone around me??&lt;br /&gt;WHEN CAN I BE HAPPY AGAIN!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我要快乐!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. : To the girl, that I almost fight with the other day --- I heard what you have commented on me today. I am very firm in telling you, that the comment won't affected me at all as I have been hearing it for so many times, that I can open party and celebrate it 10th anniversary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990646902189342503-7734267664403455867?l=songs-of-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7734267664403455867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990646902189342503&amp;postID=7734267664403455867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/7734267664403455867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/7734267664403455867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/2009/02/zzzz.html' title='Zzzz.....'/><author><name>Joanne Liao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12262742664729459535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SY2pgMPsg5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vDEjjpo1X9E/S220/PC010391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6990646902189342503.post-2915511553276586702</id><published>2009-02-17T17:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T17:28:31.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ATTENTION EVERYONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunman Secondary is offering a place for secondary 5. Either repeating or continuing of studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone have decided to retake O level again or wants to change school, Please tell me as soon as possible... Because only one vacancy left now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks...&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/6990646902189342503-2915511553276586702?l=songs-of-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/2915511553276586702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990646902189342503&amp;postID=2915511553276586702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/2915511553276586702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/2915511553276586702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/2009/02/attention-everyone-dunman-secondary-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne Liao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12262742664729459535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SY2pgMPsg5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vDEjjpo1X9E/S220/PC010391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6990646902189342503.post-7619519841099667566</id><published>2009-02-01T01:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T01:52:19.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JAE Exercise</title><content type='html'>A Recap....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 30th January, was the school posting result.MOE promised to sent it to everyone through sms at 8am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... They were 1 hour 30 minutes early to send out the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting for bus that morning, then came along the sms. Thinking that, who would sms me so early in the morning as I rarely get sms in the morning 6 plus. I was surprise to see that it was sent by MOE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I join JAE Exercise before going back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky they sent it out early or else I may have to check my sms during lessons time and was so surprised that I got accepted to Biotechnology at ITE Simei (my 1st choice). I fail science and yet I can still enter the course, but anyway I think that all folks. Not my interest and the type of course I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am schooling again, I am not accepting the offer but I am sad that I still have to pay the $7 application fee... Ow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am getting busy as days goes by, may not be blogging till O level end in November, but will try my best to upload during free time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990646902189342503-7619519841099667566?l=songs-of-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7619519841099667566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990646902189342503&amp;postID=7619519841099667566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/7619519841099667566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/7619519841099667566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/2009/02/jae-exercise.html' title='JAE Exercise'/><author><name>Joanne Liao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12262742664729459535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SY2pgMPsg5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vDEjjpo1X9E/S220/PC010391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6990646902189342503.post-2107957894374424360</id><published>2009-01-23T23:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T23:52:04.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will do my best...</title><content type='html'>All I can say, I have to stop crying and being upset over the poor results I got because I have to continue on my route, no matter what happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finally start school today.&lt;br /&gt;I am now officially in Dunman Secondary School, repeating my sec 5 again. Thanks to my Uncle for helping me to apply.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so bad not to return to PRCS for the repeating, especially when I saw Miss Clara Wong (I still like her english class better) on the train while travelling home today, but their offers are far better than PRCS. I can still take History, though they do not have 1 single History class... The HOD of Humanities told me that I am given two weeks to try out new syllabus for Combined Humanities, if I cannot cope, I can change back to the old one.&lt;br /&gt;My another new classmate ( I am not the only new student for today) can take her combined science -- Chem and Bio, while the whole class take Physic and Chem.&lt;br /&gt;School hours are way shorter than PRCS. Air-Conditional Classrooms, but the food is very expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I will be dropping art and I have started to feel uneasy without that subject, even when I went to the library for self study, a group of lower sec students came in for art lesson, I feel the urge to draw with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel very welcomed by my new classmates. When we had an introduce session, the girl sitting next to me say I am a socialise person... Well, that the first time I ever heard that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I still missed my old classmates a lot. My old classmates are more better than them (no offences). Yes, it is noisy but I find that my new classmates don't respect their teachers a lot. While teaching, they just walk around the class whenever they want. It is quite disturbing. Maybe, when O's is near, they will be more attentive bah. Maybe, I need more time to socialise with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I wish everyone good luck for their school posting results. Hope everyone can get into the dream courses you all want to enter. I will be waiting for mine too, but will be rejecting it anyway. I will see you all next year (for those went to Ngee Ann Poly). Everyone hwaiting(fighting)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever the PRCS spirit!!! = 0 )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990646902189342503-2107957894374424360?l=songs-of-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/2107957894374424360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990646902189342503&amp;postID=2107957894374424360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/2107957894374424360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/2107957894374424360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-will-do-my-best.html' title='I will do my best...'/><author><name>Joanne Liao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12262742664729459535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SY2pgMPsg5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vDEjjpo1X9E/S220/PC010391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6990646902189342503.post-18387755598462149</id><published>2009-01-15T10:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T23:11:10.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unexpected</title><content type='html'>Did I ever think that would happen to me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES and NO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, I have prepare to fail, I never think it would be that serious till I have left with little choices, both polytechnics and ITE because I fail the most three important subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am just like a person fall into a deep hole. Although, there are still opening at my left and right, that are able to let me escape, but I know it is surly going to be a long tunnel if I climb through. Therefore, I am sorry to say that I am going to be stubborn again... I have decided to stay and climb up, instead of going the long way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, it is going to be a struggle to cope with both ITE and O's, I still want to try. I don't want to believe that I can't do a proper job. I want to go to my dream courses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please everyone (to those who are against my idea), please give me your support. I really need your support, it means a lot to me...&lt;br /&gt;Just let me be stubborn for one last time, before I change this bad habit of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I hope everyone do give me a lot guidance in the subjects I am going to retake, I don't want to cry again next year, when results are out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990646902189342503-18387755598462149?l=songs-of-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/18387755598462149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990646902189342503&amp;postID=18387755598462149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/18387755598462149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/18387755598462149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/2009/01/did-i-ever-think-that-would-happen-to.html' title='The Unexpected'/><author><name>Joanne Liao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12262742664729459535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SY2pgMPsg5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vDEjjpo1X9E/S220/PC010391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6990646902189342503.post-6598191024604327749</id><published>2008-12-25T23:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T01:03:29.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Joyful Christmas!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yo........... Merry Christmas to all!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been too lazy to upload anything for this few weeks....&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, there is too much photos from  my trip to Cambodia... and uploading it is taking me for ages to do it... Well since I am lazy to upload, I am going to upload the interesting moments in Cambodia, after I do some of the sorting out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have to comment about today Christmas celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite a funny one... I was disturb from my sleep by an sms around 6 am plus.&lt;br /&gt;I reply it 2 hours later... The number was not familiar to me... so I ask the sender to clarify who he/she is. A while later, he call back... and demand to know who am I?? I should be the one asking that...&lt;br /&gt;I told him that he sms me that why I answer back, yet he denied it without checking properly...&lt;br /&gt;He claimed to be sleeping during that time. Then he start scolding me all the vulgar words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky, I learn some of those from my cousin. I scold him back using those words...&lt;br /&gt;It is really my first time using words like "kuai lan"...&lt;br /&gt;The next thing he say was "which gang am I belong to"?&lt;br /&gt;Wah lao!!! This guy is not a man at all... asking gangs to resolve a small matter...&lt;br /&gt;I reason quite some time with him but without an ending so I decided to end the call. Before that, I sounded very threatening to him with my last words. Not long later, he sms back to say he is sorry for scolding me as he did send a sms to me by mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is that, the second sms sent to me, he hope that I don't take the matter to heart, because that the way he talk and he is a very friendly-natured person... I really laugh out after reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, was the Christmas celebration at church... It is also the same as yesterday, full house!! the church had to turn away 2400 people yesterday... There were two more services today. I went for the first one, together with Chin Choo. The drama (with the mixture of english, chinese and hokkien)  is so funny, but I really don't like the mushy part...&lt;br /&gt;When we went out of the hall... a big crowd was waiting outside for the second service.... My, The Joy of Chirstmas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, it is the family gathering. I have to say that I am disappointed with the government and HDB.&lt;br /&gt;It seems that the new houses build (especially Punggol area) are getting smaller and smaller... I am glad that my BK house is not suitable to be called Hong Kong style flat. The kitchen of my uncle house is "HALF THE SIZE OF MY BK HOUSE'S KITCHEN"!!!! I think it will get smaller and smaller as time goes by. So, I think I going to buy the old flat in the future because I love big spaces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990646902189342503-6598191024604327749?l=songs-of-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6598191024604327749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990646902189342503&amp;postID=6598191024604327749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/6598191024604327749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/6598191024604327749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/2008/12/joyful-christmas.html' title='A Joyful Christmas!!!!'/><author><name>Joanne Liao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12262742664729459535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SY2pgMPsg5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vDEjjpo1X9E/S220/PC010391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6990646902189342503.post-7881801299968710357</id><published>2008-12-05T22:28:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T00:57:37.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cambodia CIP 2008 (22 Nov - 2 Dec) Part 1/11</title><content type='html'>Yo everyone... I am back from Cambodia, Siem Reap, after 11 days!!!&lt;br /&gt;I really have fun and surprise! surprise!, that I did not miss home at all during my trip. Thanks to the great training I had, when I was in Egypt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The overall of the trip was a meaningful and fruitful one.&lt;br /&gt;I have come to discover that these people really need our help a lot. Corruption is really very bad in the country. From the moment when we step out of the airport... the situation tell a lot that Siem Reap is no different from Singapore, in the 60s, 70s.&lt;br /&gt;There were lots of majestic hotels everywhere, but it is an awful plan to build them near to the people's shops and residency area. The people are the pitiful ones... A big family have to squeeze into a small hut, probably because they do not have enough land to stay in, due to landmines...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to give thanks for the school, my ah ma and my family to sponsor me for the trip... "LEARNING IS NEVER SEASONAL"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save the talking, Photos should do the talking now.... I hope that upon seeing all these, everyone can give them a helping hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When on the plane, if you feel bored, you can:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/STlHxCgsP2I/AAAAAAAAAKA/DoHOyLo-AMM/s1600-h/PB220173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/STlHxCgsP2I/AAAAAAAAAKA/DoHOyLo-AMM/s320/PB220173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276327346254397282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sleep, not the way like how Edmund's sleep, you can get backache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/STlHzD0YDJI/AAAAAAAAAKI/eW31W0ebeRw/s1600-h/PB220177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/STlHzD0YDJI/AAAAAAAAAKI/eW31W0ebeRw/s320/PB220177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276327380965133458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Read, like Mrs Henry. But not for Mr Loh and Mr Choo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/STlH030VdiI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/cW5HC9Vg6VE/s1600-h/PB220178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/STlH030VdiI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/cW5HC9Vg6VE/s320/PB220178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276327412103476770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Take photos or listen to songs, just like me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/STlKiCX0EbI/AAAAAAAAAKY/UeXd36dtuDQ/s1600-h/PB220180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/STlKiCX0EbI/AAAAAAAAAKY/UeXd36dtuDQ/s320/PB220180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276330387054006706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first sight of Siem Reap International Airport. There were only two airplanes there when we landed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/STlKif4kSlI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3RhB0kL2gbk/s1600-h/PB220182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/STlKif4kSlI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3RhB0kL2gbk/s320/PB220182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276330394976012882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taking photos with our airplane...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/STlMLQMOMgI/AAAAAAAAAKw/vNmVVJDwDus/s1600-h/DSC01094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/STlMLQMOMgI/AAAAAAAAAKw/vNmVVJDwDus/s320/DSC01094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276332194649747970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Group photo of the 3rd Cambodia CIP Team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/STlO0wwyoVI/AAAAAAAAAK4/iBZWcQrXUxQ/s1600-h/DSC01092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/STlO0wwyoVI/AAAAAAAAAK4/iBZWcQrXUxQ/s320/DSC01092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276335106790957394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mrs Henry has just confirmed her landing in Siem Reap Airport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/STlO1dFNqkI/AAAAAAAAALA/P8dfVl4AJn4/s1600-h/DSC01100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/STlO1dFNqkI/AAAAAAAAALA/P8dfVl4AJn4/s320/DSC01100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276335118687775298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Loading... Loading...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/STlO2Au5UMI/AAAAAAAAALI/N8D4C3d79K0/s1600-h/DSC01105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/STlO2Au5UMI/AAAAAAAAALI/N8D4C3d79K0/s320/DSC01105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276335128257843394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Arrived at the village house and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/STlO2-8de6I/AAAAAAAAALQ/AcBB9PHNbBM/s1600-h/DSC01125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/STlO2-8de6I/AAAAAAAAALQ/AcBB9PHNbBM/s320/DSC01125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276335144957737890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we unload our donations first.&lt;br /&gt;Plus our luggage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/STlTlLb1hNI/AAAAAAAAALY/mqlVhdTt2iU/s1600-h/DSC01139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/STlTlLb1hNI/AAAAAAAAALY/mqlVhdTt2iU/s320/DSC01139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276340336631055570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Assign Duty Roster, by Miss Shelia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/STlTlw9-d3I/AAAAAAAAALg/540TNzM4DNs/s1600-h/DSC01144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/STlTlw9-d3I/AAAAAAAAALg/540TNzM4DNs/s320/DSC01144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276340346706360178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before moving our luggage to our sleep areas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/STlTmEao-uI/AAAAAAAAALo/Oa9wiBcwDsU/s1600-h/DSC01147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/STlTmEao-uI/AAAAAAAAALo/Oa9wiBcwDsU/s320/DSC01147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276340351926860514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls are sleeping in the hall, big enough for them to play "tau pok" but too small to accommodate all the girls... That why I slept at the balcony...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/STlTncMxhgI/AAAAAAAAAL4/TrOS_372dHU/s1600-h/DSC01166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/STlTncMxhgI/AAAAAAAAAL4/TrOS_372dHU/s320/DSC01166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276340375491020290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The mosquitoes nets are important... or else you might become a delicious meal to the mosquitoes. And they are cruel, they even sting the sensitive parts... SCARY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/STlTmpuDT5I/AAAAAAAAALw/CKoIb-GnoOs/s1600-h/DSC01161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/STlTmpuDT5I/AAAAAAAAALw/CKoIb-GnoOs/s320/DSC01161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276340361940389778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It dinner time...&lt;br /&gt;A little sway...&lt;br /&gt;First day, My group,&lt;br /&gt;Kanna meal duty but lucky not cleaning duty, or else wash toilet...&lt;br /&gt;Though, how unlucky it may be, but one thing for sure is that&lt;br /&gt;The food is superb!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me : behind Albin giving out spoons, no forks one leh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/STlaKHb5wsI/AAAAAAAAAMA/O3Pm7-5nXBI/s1600-h/DSC01163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/STlaKHb5wsI/AAAAAAAAAMA/O3Pm7-5nXBI/s320/DSC01163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276347568282518210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, we start preparing our "teaching materials"&lt;br /&gt;Before teaching the orphans, the next day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/STlaLpqG7DI/AAAAAAAAAMI/mIsNH_CiXgg/s1600-h/DSC01186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/STlaLpqG7DI/AAAAAAAAAMI/mIsNH_CiXgg/s320/DSC01186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276347594648775730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During the "show and tell" session&lt;br /&gt;We are teaching our team members "Father Abraham"&lt;br /&gt;I look so un glam, folding my jeans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/STlaMJMTNDI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/5PHp-6E2bxo/s1600-h/DSC01216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/STlaMJMTNDI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/5PHp-6E2bxo/s320/DSC01216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276347603113686066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lastly, Reflection, before lights out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;TO BE CONTINUED.... (Part2/11)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Joanne/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/My%20Pictures/Photos/My%20Camera%20Photos/Cambodia%202008/PB220178.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Joanne/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/My%20Pictures/Photos/My%20Camera%20Photos/Cambodia%202008/PB220178.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990646902189342503-7881801299968710357?l=songs-of-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7881801299968710357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990646902189342503&amp;postID=7881801299968710357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/7881801299968710357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/7881801299968710357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/2008/12/cambodia-cip-2008-22-nov-2-dec-part-111.html' title='Cambodia CIP 2008 (22 Nov - 2 Dec) Part 1/11'/><author><name>Joanne Liao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12262742664729459535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SY2pgMPsg5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vDEjjpo1X9E/S220/PC010391.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/STlHxCgsP2I/AAAAAAAAAKA/DoHOyLo-AMM/s72-c/PB220173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6990646902189342503.post-5482498632078991019</id><published>2008-11-16T15:26:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T01:00:23.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To Blogging (Graduation Nite' 08)</title><content type='html'>I'm BACK!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from islands of O's... I miss blogging a lot as I have lots of complaints to pow-peh pow-peh...&lt;br /&gt;overall for the exams, I give it a big thumb down, guess I may have a high possibility of retaking my exams next year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, exams is over now, nothing can change the fact that I did not do well. Let's Party first and worry later. Celebrate that I have officially graduate from secondary school. I am going to miss my secondary school life though mostly unpleasant memories... But these memories have really teach me to grow up indeed, but there still bit of childish character inside me... haha... I am still young, right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to the main topic.... PROM NITE!!!!! (14/11/08)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I really enjoy it a lot... Before Prom, I was damn crazy, going every day to buy my stuff... from Tampines to Toa Payoh, all because of my "want every thing cheap auntie personality". I am proud to say that I was very successful in getting every thing $50 exactly (minus acessories because I bought it first).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love everything and prom was fun. Lucky I have two prom, last year miss it, but not for this year. If I miss it, I really miss out a lot of fun but really want to suggest to Mr Ong, please don't be stingy anymore, let the juniors go to a hotel to celebrate prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why waste money setting up school scholarship, when every year intake there are so many bright student?? and also no more school songs during prom nite... it's prom, not "national day".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SSADXF7_S0I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/qZao0Ctz2Jk/s1600-h/PB140150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SSADXF7_S0I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/qZao0Ctz2Jk/s320/PB140150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269215259289144130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SSADWi_UgEI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_m_AZMezkP4/s1600-h/PB140149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SSADWi_UgEI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_m_AZMezkP4/s320/PB140149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269215249907875906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Classmates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SR_qiQ9iaMI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9EDMx_SgC-c/s1600-h/PB140163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SR_qiQ9iaMI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9EDMx_SgC-c/s320/PB140163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269187963436296386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, Nga Lam and Charissa are posing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SR_nZV3K-2I/AAAAAAAAAJI/-DMXYChJjV0/s1600-h/PB140171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SR_nZV3K-2I/AAAAAAAAAJI/-DMXYChJjV0/s320/PB140171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269184511598066530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shirleen, my junior.&lt;br /&gt;Thank her for serving us that day. Good Luck for O's next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SR_nYj0umnI/AAAAAAAAAJA/GhRYlAxbQP0/s1600-h/PB140170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SR_nYj0umnI/AAAAAAAAAJA/GhRYlAxbQP0/s320/PB140170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269184498166045298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hao Shan and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SR_nYJc32XI/AAAAAAAAAI4/1DcDTOSn81Q/s1600-h/PB140164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SR_nYJc32XI/AAAAAAAAAI4/1DcDTOSn81Q/s320/PB140164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269184491086666098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The friends clubs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also take photos with some teachers, for memories of course and also take this oppotunity to thank them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SR_pkZ1_XWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/GL1GGK7bx5g/s1600-h/PB140154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SR_pkZ1_XWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/GL1GGK7bx5g/s320/PB140154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269186900668669282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The school counsellor, Mrs Ho&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Mrs Ho for giving me advises whenever I need help and she make sure that I am always in a happy mood. Though, sometimes she do teach me to think deeply on thing and I really thank her for teaching me techniques to tackles my problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SR_ybbCWTkI/AAAAAAAAAJo/J4U5RcmDpkc/s1600-h/PB140156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SR_ybbCWTkI/AAAAAAAAAJo/J4U5RcmDpkc/s320/PB140156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269196641974767170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Geography Teacher, Mrs Preeti Sheri&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Sheri has always been like a mother to me. She is like a caring mother to the class and she also never give up on me and ask me to try harder for every subjects, she is just like the "chicken soup" book to me and I will miss her a lot and her lesson. Thanks Mrs Sheri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SR_nXKNxSYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/oCkKLLYk4MY/s1600-h/PB140161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SR_nXKNxSYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/oCkKLLYk4MY/s320/PB140161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269184474111887746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Chemistry and Mathematics Teacher, Mrs Grace Low&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Thank Mrs Low for been a saviour to the class when she step in during term 3 to teach maths to our class, which maths is always a problem and also her funny teaching method. I always can those vividly. I also will always remember her 人生大道理 lessons, though may find it naggy but what she say is always true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SR_korK9eBI/AAAAAAAAAIY/g4JUoK0BhNQ/s1600-h/PB140159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SR_korK9eBI/AAAAAAAAAIY/g4JUoK0BhNQ/s320/PB140159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269181476481366034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Art Teacher, Mr Ling Yang Chang&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;I prefer to call him Master Ling. Though he is not an official teacher to the school, but I really like his lessons a lot. He teachs me a lot of new drawing and painting method and it really make me feel impressive that he is able to draw it so realistic. Although, he just took over my class from term 3 from Miss Koh, I really appreciate that he is determined to teach a big class altogther. I will always remember his jokes and of course, if I have the chance, I still want to learn art from him because he is famous leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SR_vmCDwV7I/AAAAAAAAAJg/Umd20IqUyNc/s1600-h/PB140158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SR_vmCDwV7I/AAAAAAAAAJg/Umd20IqUyNc/s320/PB140158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269193525713459122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My Current Physics Teacher, Mr Collin Harms&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Mr Collin, the lame joker among all my subjects teachers. He is really a professor to me, in his class, like in a lecture class, I can really unable to catch up with him as I was not use to his style bah. I always lose to him as I don't know how to answer his lame jokes/questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SR_j0F3qExI/AAAAAAAAAIA/c8Pgd2ZTCO8/s1600-h/PB140155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SR_j0F3qExI/AAAAAAAAAIA/c8Pgd2ZTCO8/s320/PB140155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269180573115093778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Vice-Principal cum History Teacher Mr Azhar Terimo&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoy his class a lot, and was fortunate that he still take some time for our class, even though he promote to VP. In his class, we really able to laugh hard because of his funny jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SR_cJ32rcII/AAAAAAAAAHg/mk7xrdtUdtY/s320/PB140153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269172151216992386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SR_cJ32rcII/AAAAAAAAAHg/mk7xrdtUdtY/s1600-h/PB140153.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My English Teacher, Miss Clara Wong&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Miss Wong a lot for helping in my weakest subject, english. Even till the last moment, she did not give up on me and make me understand that I can learn like a normal person. Thank her and Mr Yeo for teaching me all these five years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SR_ezQ4BPpI/AAAAAAAAAHo/d_rjb1sOGcQ/s1600-h/PB140151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SR_ezQ4BPpI/AAAAAAAAAHo/d_rjb1sOGcQ/s320/PB140151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269175061331394194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my Home Tutor and Physics Teacher, Mr Robin Yap&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Thank him for lending me a listening ear whenever I am in doubt or feeling low for the past 2 years, though this year he did not teach my class. But also thank him for giving me extra lesson. I also want to thank Mr Rizuan, Miss Foong and Mrs Wong for being my Home Tutors in my upper secondary years, plus Mr Rizuan must remember my name is Joanne OK?, don't call me wrongly again. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="file:///F:/DCIM/100OLYMP/PB140149.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990646902189342503-5482498632078991019?l=songs-of-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5482498632078991019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990646902189342503&amp;postID=5482498632078991019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/5482498632078991019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/5482498632078991019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-to-blogging.html' title='Back To Blogging (Graduation Nite&apos; 08)'/><author><name>Joanne Liao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12262742664729459535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SY2pgMPsg5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vDEjjpo1X9E/S220/PC010391.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SSADXF7_S0I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/qZao0Ctz2Jk/s72-c/PB140150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6990646902189342503.post-1523585531482137609</id><published>2008-09-05T13:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T01:02:09.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reply</title><content type='html'>Today, I would like to clarify two matters to a few persons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to write this to a pariticular person, if she got the chance to see this.&lt;br /&gt;I have saw the message on friendster, you apologised but WHY?&lt;br /&gt;You have been so firmed that you are in the right position and I do not have the right to say you. So why a sudden apology?&lt;br /&gt;You are right that I do not have the say to do that but everything can't be change now, even if it is a apology through someone friendster profile, you can't change the fact that the issue have happened.&lt;br /&gt;I can't trust you anymore, I do not want to get angry again. Therefore, I can't accepted your apology because if I do, it will hurt you. So I guess let us just be old schoolmates not best friends anymore. OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Terence, Erica and passerby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry that have had actually happened. I do not know that you all are so angry over it but I swear that I did not tell out to anyone else except to Erica (which you already know). What I told you, is not that I want to be a kapo but know that you are a person who can keep secrets but I can sense that I have done a foolish thing, so I apologised to you all and the person in particular. I have make an oath against secrets now so I definitely won't make this silly mistakes again.&lt;br /&gt;I don't ask for all of your forgiveness because I know that it is my mistake. I hope that deleting both of your blogs links will able to keep me away from such things to happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, please accept my sincere apology.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990646902189342503-1523585531482137609?l=songs-of-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1523585531482137609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990646902189342503&amp;postID=1523585531482137609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/1523585531482137609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/1523585531482137609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-i-would-like-to-clarify-two.html' title='Reply'/><author><name>Joanne Liao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12262742664729459535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SY2pgMPsg5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vDEjjpo1X9E/S220/PC010391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6990646902189342503.post-3400894778445804593</id><published>2008-08-21T13:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T01:02:40.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pow Peh Pow Peh</title><content type='html'>A short post for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally have no time to update this few days due to so many matter. Prep Exams is so damn over and of course I did not does it well because this is only a mock exams and have therefore fail to wake me this lazy bump up.... But not to worry, something do wake me up in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 'O' Level Chinese!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a 1 in PSLE, 1 in 'N' Level and a 5!!! in 'O' Level, that make really go crazy and I just can't accept it. So got to retake the paper and have another teacher teaching me this time, I think I might fail my Chinese the second time because this teacher is LEE MOY MOY!!!&lt;br /&gt;Wa Lao!!! diying soon so not to mention much anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990646902189342503-3400894778445804593?l=songs-of-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3400894778445804593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990646902189342503&amp;postID=3400894778445804593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/3400894778445804593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/3400894778445804593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/2008/08/short-post-for-today.html' title='Pow Peh Pow Peh'/><author><name>Joanne Liao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12262742664729459535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SY2pgMPsg5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vDEjjpo1X9E/S220/PC010391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6990646902189342503.post-6074897228704210991</id><published>2008-06-15T00:45:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T00:59:01.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, My Friends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; Hello!!! Been MIA again... Too lazy to blog nowadays. Holidays is not fun at all, have to return to school every week, at least 1-2 times.&lt;br /&gt;However I still have to blog on this issue, sorry it came a bit late but better than never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1 June 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;On this day, 7 of us met up at Downtown East E-Hub to celebrate Yi Ling gong zhu, My cherry Charissa, her best friend, Nga Lam and of course Constance birthdays. Chin Choo, Shermayn and me went too... and someone should have come along too... "fly an aeroplane" on us the day before. Should not mention the name, I assume the person know who she is but you really missed the fun!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We met up at the bowling alley, Oh Yes!! gong zhu, cherry and my favourite sport, pastime... use to go to SAFRA Tampines bowling alley, but decided to try out the new outlet at Downtown East.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The rating for this new bowling alley, better than SAFRA Tampines, able to find bowling balls suitable for us and it easier to find it. More 6 pound ball there than SAFRA, which only have one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we waited for quite some time before we get one free lane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211784616239120002" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SFP6fsjHPoI/AAAAAAAAAFo/eDLDUjzdfOk/s320/P6010001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Gong Zhu and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(guess who's hand is that? It's Chin Choo's!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211784635858556322" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SFP6g1owFaI/AAAAAAAAAF4/QUgwRVqHkFE/s320/P6010003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I like the new bowling alley lane, new and pretty, but an advise to people who have not went there, I think you better wait for a little longer, there will be a machine technician problem pop up often for every lanes, I remember three lanes on that day, including ours. I am still angry over it, it was my turn, I almost get a strike when the metal barrier dropped down . Ahh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211784622629363922" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SFP6gEWqoNI/AAAAAAAAAFw/SmwGdN0r3p4/s320/P6010002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The balls' pounds are easy to differentiate by looking at the colours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211784647856463474" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SFP6hiVRnnI/AAAAAAAAAGA/MuuCqTBs6Rs/s320/P6010005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was very amazed by this ball, design for the small children. That day, there were a lot of small children, very cute when they row the ball. One boy have his leg up while rowing. haha... There is also 2 small bowling lanes, at the left corners of the alley, also for the young ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211784661928925762" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SFP6iWwaWkI/AAAAAAAAAGI/tmPfzwzgnh4/s320/P6010007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Result for the second round. Shermayn and I was having a PK as both of us have a zero during the first half of our first round. Well, in the end, she won me 1 round and I won her 1 round... geez... because of her strike!!! Beginners luck!!! Not only for her, for Chin Choo and Constance, strikers for the day. Nga Lam too... Not to mention Cherry and Gong Zhu, except me, two spare that day... Sigh... almost have one strike and the machine is so not helping me. CRY!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When will I get a strike???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After that we went to White Sand for Neoprint ( will scan and upload in the next entry) and dinner at KFC. Before dinner, Chin Choo's father bought us a cake for the four birthdays girls. It is delicious!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211796501595265346" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SFQFTg81mUI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/1O1TARhog8c/s320/P6010008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ta Da!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211796513194891346" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SFQFUMKZ2FI/AAAAAAAAAGY/nRAMz2vCFKg/s320/P6010009.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The birthday girls!!! Happy belated birthdays , My friends!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211796521590003826" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SFQFUrb9GHI/AAAAAAAAAGg/HatABXrXRBc/s320/P6010010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211796527096513890" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SFQFU_8zxWI/AAAAAAAAAGo/wsDyu66ooGs/s320/P6010011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Two group photos... Love ya!!! always...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211799709141809890" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SFQION_huuI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RAXXACzE0QA/s320/P6010012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Let's See how are we gonna cut the cake for seven people???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211799717529793314" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SFQIOtPYMyI/AAAAAAAAAHA/VLOHOBwx9pM/s320/P6010013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Shermayn is stealing away the cake!!! haha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Afterall, I enjoy the day very much and I guess we should plan for more outing next time....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990646902189342503-6074897228704210991?l=songs-of-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6074897228704210991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990646902189342503&amp;postID=6074897228704210991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/6074897228704210991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/6074897228704210991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello-been-mia-again.html' title='Happy Birthday, My Friends...'/><author><name>Joanne Liao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12262742664729459535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SY2pgMPsg5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vDEjjpo1X9E/S220/PC010391.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SFP6fsjHPoI/AAAAAAAAAFo/eDLDUjzdfOk/s72-c/P6010001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6990646902189342503.post-6824016877389372461</id><published>2008-05-29T23:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T01:02:59.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>QuiZzzz</title><content type='html'>A) people who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) tag 8 people to do this quiz &amp;amp; those who are tagged cannot refuse. these people must state who they were tagged by &amp;amp; cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by. continue this game by sending it to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Nothing, I will actually let my lover know from the start that if he is to betray me or do not love me anymore, we will break immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans: I just want a prefect life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What will your dream wedding be like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans: I have never think that far as I do not want to get marry, but most importantly my dream wedding must be memorable for my husband and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you confused as to what lies ahead of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans: there is a definite confusion as we may not know the future, as for now live my life to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's your ideal lover like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans: SINCERITY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans: both ways are a blessing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How long do you intend to wait for someone u really love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans: as long as, till I found the "chemistry" and "true love".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: I won't even like a person in the first place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. is there anything that has made you unhappy these days?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Studies, O levels...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. is being tagged fun?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: I like to do survey but this survey is totally not my cup of tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. how do you see yourself in ten years time?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Very sucessful in career!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. who are currently the most important people to you?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: MY FRIENDS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. what kind of person do you think the one who tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: any reader, even ghosts.... Just Kidding!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. would you rather be single &amp;amp; rich or married but poor?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: totally single, no relationship at all and stay rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. what's the first thing you do every morning?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: rush for school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. would you give all in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: no relationship to begin with, but if yes, I am very serious in these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. if you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: I will back down, too hard to choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. what type of friends do you like?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Anyone who knows me vey well, even if i don't know myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. what type of friends do you dislike?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Acussed me something that is not the truth. I will break the friendship immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged by : Connie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the 8 lucky people who's gonna be tagged :-NIL-, quite a meaningful one, everyone can try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990646902189342503-6824016877389372461?l=songs-of-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6824016877389372461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990646902189342503&amp;postID=6824016877389372461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/6824016877389372461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/6824016877389372461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/2008/05/people-who-have-been-tagged-must-write.html' title='QuiZzzz'/><author><name>Joanne Liao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12262742664729459535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SY2pgMPsg5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vDEjjpo1X9E/S220/PC010391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6990646902189342503.post-6955942325015422407</id><published>2008-05-25T12:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T01:03:49.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy... still buZzzzy...</title><content type='html'>Hiya, have been MIA for quite some time because of the tight schedules I have. It is going to be a stressful holidays here, (Academic matters and Social matters)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the GCE 'O' LEVEL MOTHER TONGUE PAPER!!! (Whoa, so fast, I have not prepare myself leh...). Anyway, hope that I can get A1 for just one try because if I get A2 and below (by order from my God mother but not sure for my mum), I have to retake the paper if I get A2, B3 and below, school will wan us to take again.&lt;br /&gt;Stressful? Sigh... see the differences, every other families do not care about Chinese language but I sure got to say this, my family beg to differ on that opinion. They think it is very important, more over my family members are good in Chinese, my mum even graduated from Chinese school!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the exams, it will be the structured programme and art following up next. It is great that "Ong Lai" have reduce the programme to 1 week instead of the usual 2 to 3 week (which mean no holidays for us). whoa... thanks Mr Ong!!! appreciated the effort....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, THE DECLARING OF EMERGENCY FOR ART will be starting next week. Miss Koh, oops... should be Mrs Na, is leaving with her husband to USA!!! so which mean she cannot stay till the coursework deadline arrive or even the deadline set by Mr Ong. she is trying to get the layout and painting done before she leave. Ow.... I will miss her when is gone as she has been my teacher for 5 years le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the social matter, boy... I am very busy with the organising of birthday partites for four birthday girls. (I don't want to say this again... I AM GOING BANKURPT for these!!!!) it such a headache as I need to find a suitable date, venue, presents, food(maybe) and know how many guests attending.... Arr... to: (Shermayn and Min Yee) : you all have to help me okay? but anyway I want to wish Constance (22nd may), Nga Lam (26th may), Yi Ling (27th may) and Charissa (7th June) a BIG HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!. I guess there is no one else born within that period le bah. Please don't give me more surprises or else I may get heart attack, a celebration for two become four. Headache already!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990646902189342503-6955942325015422407?l=songs-of-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6955942325015422407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990646902189342503&amp;postID=6955942325015422407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/6955942325015422407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/6955942325015422407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/2008/05/hiya-have-been-mia-for-quite-some-time.html' title='Busy... still buZzzzy...'/><author><name>Joanne Liao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12262742664729459535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SY2pgMPsg5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vDEjjpo1X9E/S220/PC010391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6990646902189342503.post-5784750055768059042</id><published>2008-05-11T18:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T01:04:10.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams?? Over??</title><content type='html'>Great.... Exams is.... NOT OFFICIAL OVER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is the busiest for everyone. That what I would say when exams is here.&lt;br /&gt;As for my performance in the examinations.... Well, I don't think I need to say more, bad feeling tells all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do all my paper under as a normal student circumstances so naturally cannot finish some questions. However, I don't understand why so many people feel that I am being stubborn for not taking extra time and waiting to laugh at me. I know my weakness everyone!!!! But I cannot always rely on the help given to me, what if when I start to enter the cruel world without the same kind of help, how would I survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time, I totally realised that my time managment is totally bad. I totally need to sit down and tell myself that hard fact and try somthing else. I cannot always rely help given. My stubborn sometimes help me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, the first GCE 'O' Level paper (chinese) is coming and I totally have to work hard for it. Next week, I also wish to start painting my art, i do not want it to delay anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990646902189342503-5784750055768059042?l=songs-of-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5784750055768059042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990646902189342503&amp;postID=5784750055768059042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/5784750055768059042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/5784750055768059042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/2008/05/great.html' title='Exams?? Over??'/><author><name>Joanne Liao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12262742664729459535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SY2pgMPsg5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vDEjjpo1X9E/S220/PC010391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6990646902189342503.post-838457371995570589</id><published>2008-04-30T18:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T19:09:00.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mid-Year Examinations officially start today and Hey Hey!!! I am somehow happy and somehow unhappy today. &lt;div&gt;The sad things is that I did not finished my exams papers, although me stubborn again for not taking extra time given to me but I must try to finish my work on time and not always rely on extra time the mah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe, I guess no hope for good results in Mid-Year Examinations already as I have already fail all subjects except for art in CAs. How can I climb from the bottom pit with just examinations marks. I cannot accepted this anymore!!! After MYE, I will surely "cheong" for Preparatory, Preliminary and GCE 'O' Exams!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't afford to lose to "someone" or else that mother of hers will surely "show off " again. She getting hardworking than me now... What can I say, she had retain once and understand the embarrassment so she now study hard till 2 3am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may not be able to study like what she does now as my body immune system is already something wrong le, will always fall asleep in class and now need to pop pills to keep myself fully awake. If she can beat my old scores, study till 4 5am, then I consider her a competitor in study long hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, unhappiness should just put aside and concentrate on the rest of the papers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO....&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;The happy thing is..... ( drum roll!!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get shortlisted to go for SCHOOL CAMBODIA CIP Trip!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh Yay!!! I have pinched myself and I am not dreaming!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194982786545832018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SBhJUfZVUFI/AAAAAAAAAFg/8eGfwXiyGUY/s320/P4300001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shermayn is also going too!!! So happy that I am also going to start to prepare my trip NOW!!! With looking up the country information, fund raising, Publicising, etc and etc... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I got lots to do. Although, during interview, when they ask if I want to be a leader or follower... to be honest, i want to be a leader but with the sad experiences in CIO, I think I just be follower better.... Less Burden!! By the way... Ohh... I can't believe it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990646902189342503-838457371995570589?l=songs-of-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/838457371995570589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990646902189342503&amp;postID=838457371995570589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/838457371995570589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/838457371995570589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/2008/04/mid-year-examinations-officially-start.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne Liao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12262742664729459535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SY2pgMPsg5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vDEjjpo1X9E/S220/PC010391.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SBhJUfZVUFI/AAAAAAAAAFg/8eGfwXiyGUY/s72-c/P4300001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6990646902189342503.post-683811934963074999</id><published>2008-04-18T18:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T01:05:22.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unlucky Of The Day</title><content type='html'>Today should be a nice day, but from the time I step out of the house, I become very unlucky immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I enter the lift, I saw the neighbour live above our unit with her bicycle inside, I did not notice any thing so I went in. But there was a pungent smell right after the door close, it come from the urine inside the lift AND I HAPPENED TO STEP ON IT!!! YUCK!!!&lt;br /&gt;The neighbour really don't understand I am in an awful situation and keep on chatting non-stop without noticing that I feel so uneasy.&lt;br /&gt;I felt that is so unkind of her to even warn me not to step onto it( the smell is really very heavy). An additional passenger board the lift and he obviously don't understand that there is no space and he keep on want to enter the lift, so I have to step fully in!!! DOUBLE YUCK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to reach school before the gate close but I am unable to reach my class before the bell ring so was sent down by Mrs Sheri and that inefficiency unreasonable Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shafie&lt;/span&gt;. I went down there not really to report late but to hear that mustache Singh "blow horn". I already feeling very angry that morning and here he was adding fuel to the fire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, things went smoothly in school till I came home from school and saw this on the wall at the same lift:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190540194033777746" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SAiAzknFPFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ECr_YIebnn0/s320/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really feel like telling the person who write those things, he/she is the same as the person, who urinated in the lift. Their act are consider as vandalising and shame on him/her to do that. I therefore getting piss off by these as it is not the first time that this happen and the Town Council and The Resident &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Committee are doing nothing about it. It not really stink the lifts and also the staircases (often it come from the staircases). I want a nice environment to stay in!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990646902189342503-683811934963074999?l=songs-of-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/683811934963074999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990646902189342503&amp;postID=683811934963074999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/683811934963074999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/683811934963074999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/2008/04/today-should-be-nice-day-but-from-time.html' title='Unlucky Of The Day'/><author><name>Joanne Liao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12262742664729459535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SY2pgMPsg5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vDEjjpo1X9E/S220/PC010391.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SAiAzknFPFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ECr_YIebnn0/s72-c/Image006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6990646902189342503.post-8239924209358297263</id><published>2008-04-14T14:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T01:05:49.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahem...</title><content type='html'>Never felt so INSULTED in my life before over music matter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, I heard from Charissa that the audience in the hall could not hear properly when we were playing our pieces due to something I don't no what. Today, I decided to ask somebody about the loudness of the sound in the hall, are they able to hear properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHAT?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her reply is really an insult to me and the CIO members.&lt;br /&gt;It goes like this(translated from mandarin):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey, during speech day ceremony, you all (hall audiences) able to hear it loud enough what we are playing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody: Huh? Aiya, what to listen... Every year all the same songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody (referring to Hua Gu Diao): You all still play Chinese New Year song some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ohh, that is not a CNY song and we do add in a new song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody: (Ignored what I say, Continuing on walking away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really never felt so insulted about it but what can I say? She is like that. forgive her? Shout at her on the spot?&lt;br /&gt;I am really at a loss of words. SO WHAT if she is a straight A's students, SO WHAT if she is a popular person than me? All that matter is her ATTITUDE SUCK!!!&lt;br /&gt;When people say that a person will change once they reach Secondary School, and that is 100% truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An advise to this Somebody(if happen to pass-by):&lt;br /&gt;I think I have enough, I want to settle this right now, this time. I have known you for years and you weren't like this before, even when I have to choose between you this friend or others, I still choose to be friends with you and my rewards are backstabbing and hatefulness from you, WHAT HAVE I DONE, to bear such punishments from you?&lt;br /&gt;After you become so good in studies, you have become so cocky and you are surely not the happy person I always know. So what you become popular than me? If you can't change this cocky attitude of yours, I think I am going to feel so sorry for you and for your future. I think I shall say that we shall end here, I am so stupid that to trust you with all my secrets and my family problems, which then end up that everyone knows about it and I am still so stupid to continuing to tell you more about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still want my privacy and I think this shall be the end of our friendship. I am happy that I get to know you but I am sorry to lose such a good friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990646902189342503-8239924209358297263?l=songs-of-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8239924209358297263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990646902189342503&amp;postID=8239924209358297263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/8239924209358297263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/8239924209358297263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/2008/04/never-felt-so-insulted-in-my-life.html' title='Ahem...'/><author><name>Joanne Liao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12262742664729459535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SY2pgMPsg5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vDEjjpo1X9E/S220/PC010391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6990646902189342503.post-8846871903652389371</id><published>2008-04-13T02:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T01:06:33.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speech Day, The offical step down of CCA.</title><content type='html'>Yippee Yay, Speech Day is finally over and that means the sec 4 and 5 shall now start to wait for Endorsement Day to come and I really going to admitted that this is truly my second and last  Endorsement , which means I will not go back to CIO till GCE 'O' Level examinations is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... today, I shall call "my own theme" : Sister United!!! (Too bad that Theresa cannot come.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that, I have a wild encounter, that i have to run back my block to wake Xin Ping up and my shoes spoilt while running to her house, nevertheless, It is still in a able to wear condition so never get affected by it.&lt;br /&gt;After the performance (under the scorching sun and I totally can't see a thing, even my scrolls, I play too many wrong notes!!!) we went to the hall as an audience and Charissa and I witness Yi Ling when she went on stage to received her awards, so happy and proud for her that she scores many distinctions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It then make recall the memories when we are just Secondary 1 and 转眼间，五年就这样过了. Yi Ling and Theresa both went on to Tampines Junior College (I looked so weird with her when we went to Mac today, after the event in school uniforms) and ITE respectively, while I am still stuck in school to do my final year, My 'O's.&lt;br /&gt;Well, 说五年长也不长，但是说五年短也不短. We meet each other in sec 1 and become best friends in sec 2, together with Charissa, and underwent so many laughter and joyful moments and also not to forget the angry and sad moments. I guess that since they are at different places now, our close contact will disappear slowly and fade off one by one. I just wished that, we won't forget each other after continuing on to another higher education level. So my friends, must always remember me, Ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990646902189342503-8846871903652389371?l=songs-of-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8846871903652389371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990646902189342503&amp;postID=8846871903652389371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/8846871903652389371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990646902189342503/posts/default/8846871903652389371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songs-of-memories.blogspot.com/2008/04/yippee-yay-speech-day-is-finally-over.html' title='Speech Day, The offical step down of CCA.'/><author><name>Joanne Liao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12262742664729459535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NonSZIGgjDo/SY2pgMPsg5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vDEjjpo1X9E/S220/PC010391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
