<?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-17836204</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:33:25.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elyssa Valerie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>170</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-6280256608652680728</id><published>2008-10-23T20:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T21:03:41.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2nd anniversary with my l.o.v.e.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23oct'06..&lt;br /&gt;The first time I heard this song- Through it all, it melts my heart.&lt;br /&gt;And I made the decision to accept Him into my life.&lt;br /&gt;My life wasn't the same since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to know what is unconditional love,&lt;br /&gt;I got to know what is forgiveness,&lt;br /&gt;I got to know what is joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This journey isn't smooth sailing, but one thing I know is that I'm never alone.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever things seems so bad, there He is! Showing me how He can do miracles in my life.. He never fails to awed me with His wonderful plans.&lt;br /&gt;And I know my future is secured, for He had planned all for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My awesome God;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My loving Father;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My faithful friend;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank you..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-6280256608652680728?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/6280256608652680728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=6280256608652680728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/6280256608652680728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/6280256608652680728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2008/10/2nd-anniversary-with-my-love.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-570141663821592120</id><published>2008-10-19T09:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T10:58:02.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.E.R.S.P.E.C.T.I.V.E &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258689824472601650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8rbrJySvnak/SPqeiJumlDI/AAAAAAAAAHc/wogHCRtZPRQ/s200/perspective.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think you are beaten, you are.&lt;br /&gt;If you think you dare not, you're right.&lt;br /&gt;If you like to win, but you think you can't,&lt;br /&gt;it is almost certain you won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think you'll lose, you had lost.&lt;br /&gt;For out of the world you find,&lt;br /&gt;Success begins with a person's will.&lt;br /&gt;It's all in the state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think you are outclassed, you are.&lt;br /&gt;You've got to think high to rise.&lt;br /&gt;You've got to be sure of yourself&lt;br /&gt;before you win a prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's battles dont't always go to&lt;br /&gt;the stronger or faster man.&lt;br /&gt;but sooner or later the man who wins&lt;br /&gt;is the man who thinks he can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Author Unknown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-570141663821592120?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/570141663821592120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=570141663821592120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/570141663821592120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/570141663821592120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2008/10/p.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8rbrJySvnak/SPqeiJumlDI/AAAAAAAAAHc/wogHCRtZPRQ/s72-c/perspective.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-3386652768115742661</id><published>2008-10-15T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T09:14:26.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BACK TO SCHOOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days are quite relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;Lessons mostly start in the afternoon and I do not need to wake up early. =P&lt;br /&gt;Other than pros, there are some cons as well..&lt;br /&gt;Let's see how it goes.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout these 3days, I'm very blessed! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was having ard 2hrs of free time on Mon before going to work. And I was asking God, how should I spend the time. Go office earlier/ go walk around/grab a bite somewhere..?&lt;br /&gt;And I recieved a call from Joyce!! She came to tpy and we had dinner tgt! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I was praying very hard for the MCG (ytd), praying that it will be a fine weather, visitors will just be connected to us.&lt;br /&gt;As I see the sky turning dark, I panicked.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of questions popped out:&lt;br /&gt;How can the people play sports when it's raining?!&lt;br /&gt;Will they just leave?&lt;br /&gt;Attendance will be very cui cause people can just send a msg, saying "I'm not coming, it's raining.."&lt;br /&gt;When the weather is bad, people's mood will tend to get affected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as i rushed down, I saw quite a number of people turned up. Phew~&lt;br /&gt;They gathered in the shelter and playing games. We had fun guessing numbers, remembering the people's name, and doing wierd animal actions w the sound! And thank God, the rain stopped in time and we can proceed on with the basketball games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to affirm the guys. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As your know, guys don't like to play basketball with girls.&lt;br /&gt;Some reasons might be they have to give in to girls, they do not get to enjoy the fast speed of getting the ball into the ring, they can't snatch the ball from girls etc.&lt;br /&gt;BUT know what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The guys initiated to play with the girls!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They didn't neglect them when playing, as in they will pass the ball to the girls, getting them engaged in the game too.&lt;br /&gt;I really think they are gentlemen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YOU GUYS ROCK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And overall, the event was a successful one! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I was praying that my grp members for projs, people whom I can click with...&lt;br /&gt;And it came true!&lt;br /&gt;I'll not just do the proj for the sake of doing them, and can enjoy the time with the proj mates.&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God answered my prayers!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you GOD (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-3386652768115742661?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/3386652768115742661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=3386652768115742661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/3386652768115742661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/3386652768115742661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2008/10/back-to-school-these-few-days-are-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-5471245172345864325</id><published>2008-10-15T23:40:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T00:30:36.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SENTOSA TRIP!!&lt;br /&gt;Had a great time w the North A people. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some photos of the girls~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rbrJySvnak/SPYV3rM1yZI/AAAAAAAAAHE/sYKUd405LH4/s1600-h/DSCF1635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257413661235202450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rbrJySvnak/SPYV3rM1yZI/AAAAAAAAAHE/sYKUd405LH4/s200/DSCF1635.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debbie w her sheep-Serene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rbrJySvnak/SPYV3wVwxlI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0Tvx7vUyMKA/s1600-h/DSCF1636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257413662614799954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rbrJySvnak/SPYV3wVwxlI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0Tvx7vUyMKA/s200/DSCF1636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xia-Jin-Na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rbrJySvnak/SPYV1bl2fkI/AAAAAAAAAGs/XdB1YZ9phDM/s1600-h/DSCF1621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257413622685400642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rbrJySvnak/SPYV1bl2fkI/AAAAAAAAAGs/XdB1YZ9phDM/s200/DSCF1621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8rbrJySvnak/SPYV27aHPCI/AAAAAAAAAG0/rnWRS6z-uS8/s1600-h/DSCF1629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257413648405969954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8rbrJySvnak/SPYV27aHPCI/AAAAAAAAAG0/rnWRS6z-uS8/s200/DSCF1629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rbrJySvnak/SPYV3TX82MI/AAAAAAAAAG8/e9eUQI8kmaw/s1600-h/DSCF1630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257413654839351490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="152" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rbrJySvnak/SPYV3TX82MI/AAAAAAAAAG8/e9eUQI8kmaw/s200/DSCF1630.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8rbrJySvnak/SPYV27aHPCI/AAAAAAAAAG0/rnWRS6z-uS8/s1600-h/DSCF1629.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice that debbie had to bend down? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8rbrJySvnak/SPYXSfHtafI/AAAAAAAAAHU/FUAKef7Aryc/s1600-h/DSCF1632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257415221360552434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8rbrJySvnak/SPYXSfHtafI/AAAAAAAAAHU/FUAKef7Aryc/s200/DSCF1632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8rbrJySvnak/SPYV27aHPCI/AAAAAAAAAG0/rnWRS6z-uS8/s1600-h/DSCF1629.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**More pictures can be found in North A's blog (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-5471245172345864325?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/5471245172345864325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=5471245172345864325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/5471245172345864325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/5471245172345864325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2008/10/sentosa-trip-had-great-time-w-north.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rbrJySvnak/SPYV3rM1yZI/AAAAAAAAAHE/sYKUd405LH4/s72-c/DSCF1635.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-4462407264103420625</id><published>2008-10-09T23:40:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T01:09:14.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BLOG REVIVED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall be more faithful to my blog (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be starting sch next week!&lt;br /&gt;WOW..&lt;br /&gt;6weeks of hols are like a blink of eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates of this week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with the 7pretty ladies on mon!! After like not meeting for 5weeks I guess? This is what we did..&lt;br /&gt;3Cs- chatting, cycling, camwhores.&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Uncle Jas after that. It's like 2yrs since we last met up.&lt;br /&gt;A transformed life..&lt;br /&gt;When God speaks, obeyed and life changed.&lt;br /&gt;That's how God works isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed is beloved JoyceTan's birthday! :D&lt;br /&gt;Had a mini celebration for her..&lt;br /&gt;Met Debbie and went over her house. Enjoyed the time spent with her. Watching tv, laughing over the jokes.. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Love you sheep! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;CG's today!&lt;br /&gt;You girls brightened up my day. (:&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting the spicy-salty-milo drink..&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to ah jin! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;North A is going Sentosa tmr!!!&lt;br /&gt;BONDING TIME~&lt;br /&gt;So looking forward to it!!&lt;br /&gt;Shall update more tmr..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-4462407264103420625?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/4462407264103420625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=4462407264103420625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/4462407264103420625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/4462407264103420625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-revived-shall-be-more-faithful-to.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-3666148693626439516</id><published>2008-06-28T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T00:52:49.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Many times I fell, You picked me up..&lt;br /&gt;Many times I feel like giving up, You are there to assure me..&lt;br /&gt;Many times I did things that are not of Your plans, You forgave me and gave me a second chance to stand up again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Jesus. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-3666148693626439516?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/3666148693626439516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=3666148693626439516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/3666148693626439516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/3666148693626439516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2008/06/many-times-i-fell-you-picked-me-up.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-6257926661357241084</id><published>2008-06-26T20:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T20:26:35.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need God. The people need God. The world needs God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In oasis camp, I saw lots of hands raised to worship when I was ushering. People just praise God like never before. The scene is awesome. All of us were charged up, wanting to be world changers and give our all to God.&lt;br /&gt;Now that we are back to school, are we doing what we responded in camp? Are we making a difference in our school?&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to be someone who waits for things to happen or you want to make things happen?&lt;br /&gt;God stirred up my heart and place a burden in me. People out there really need God. Yesterday, I saw a sec1 girl giving a love letter to a guy she admired. After reading, the guy put it in his pocket and went off with his bike with his friends. The girl just sat there, waiting for him to return. Throughout, the guy didn’t speak to the girl.&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, she’s only sec 1! She shouldn’t be treated like that; the guy is totally not worth her liking. Girls are getting more daring and they are getting into relationship at a younger age.&lt;br /&gt;We cannot just sit there and do nothing! They want to be loved and only God can provide them with this unconditional love. The three words- I love you, by an imperfect person can makes someone to be on clouds nine. What about a perfect man saying I love you and truly does what He says?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are we waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;**Time waits for no man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-6257926661357241084?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/6257926661357241084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=6257926661357241084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/6257926661357241084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/6257926661357241084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-need-god.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-3429125442843103703</id><published>2008-06-05T19:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T19:32:54.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoos! I had turned SEVENTEEN!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks people for all the msgs, testimonials and prayers. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed just another ordinary day when i went to school. As usual, we went to Cindy's second home and they surprised me with a cake! Singing birthday song outside the toilet. Quite a amusing scene when I think about it. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks girls.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebration with Ultraman!&lt;br /&gt;I know they had to go home early, but they stayed.. It's so sweet of them. There is always this family atmosphere when we get together.&lt;br /&gt;Our mama-JoyceTan, and the 6sisters, we formed a happy family. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your encouragements and cards.&lt;br /&gt;Each card means a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NorthB (:&lt;br /&gt;They gave me a shock outside starhub. I turned blank and rooted to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the prayer and affirmations.&lt;br /&gt;It's great to serve together with all of you. (:&lt;br /&gt;I will complete the book by July!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Each individual made the celebrations special (:]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-3429125442843103703?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/3429125442843103703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=3429125442843103703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/3429125442843103703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/3429125442843103703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2008/06/whoos-i-had-turned-seventeen-thanks.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-101601115107608696</id><published>2008-05-24T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T02:12:03.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was shocked to receive a call from my pri sch classmate today. He was asking if the gwp friends could meet up someday to have a celebration for the May babies. I was quite excited to meet them again, having those feeling of meeting lao peng yous. We got to know one another 8yrs ago..&lt;br /&gt;I was a petite girl with specs, short hair, carrying an oversized bag with books on hand then. Moving on, I became a metal-teethed girl, having all hair clipped up and tied nicely, culottes over knee with high socks. As for now... should know how I look like uh. That’s just the appearance.. My perspective of life changed a lot as well. I was really foolish and did things that harmed myself, just to ease the stress. It’s nothing compared to O’levels and tertiary education.&lt;br /&gt;I realised I’d changed so much in these years unknowingly..&lt;br /&gt;Though I would still take snapshots with my all time fav- twist. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;That's not the pt anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F.r.i.e.n.d.s.&lt;br /&gt;I had met quite a number of good friends in my 10yrs of school-ing.&lt;br /&gt;In gwp, I had a very close friend. At that time, we had this trend of writing bio-data. It includes our particulars, favourites, friends and normally ends with a few poems. I felt appreciated when I saw my name written in the best friend category. However, after PSLE, we went into different secondary and we lost contact gradually. We met a few times though, but it’s no longer the same.&lt;br /&gt;In wrs, I had a group of good friends, girls in the same class for 4yrs.. We did have fun together, and some really helped me alot in my academics. After O’s, we went on separate ways to pursue our dream and slowly, we are no longer that close.&lt;br /&gt;Is it we ourselves that changed or is it due to the environment that caused us to change?&lt;br /&gt;If that's true friendship, shouldn't it be able to sail through the storms?&lt;br /&gt;"Friends Forever" is commonly used..&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite sensitive to the word- FOREVER.&lt;br /&gt;Mean what you say as it might affect the other party.&lt;br /&gt;[words are cheap, actions are deep]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the thought-of-the-day..&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-101601115107608696?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/101601115107608696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=101601115107608696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/101601115107608696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/101601115107608696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-was-shocked-to-receive-call-from-my.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-625284208143631310</id><published>2008-05-17T00:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T01:04:05.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remember, whenever you are feeling down again, don't forget this night.. (quoted from DK)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today shall be a physical and spiritual boost for me!&lt;br /&gt;I can just sing and dance before God. I'm smiling to myself throughout the Praise. Lyrics of the worship that guided me His way. Words spoken that melted my heart. Lastly, a lady prayed for me. I know it's God that works, not anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Thank&lt;/span&gt; God that i didn't missed out this great opportunity to bring me further than before. The joy deep within that only He can fill. Experience it yourself and you will totally understand how I feel. (:&lt;br /&gt;Val always love hanging out with my friends, be it yhope, secondary or the poly ones. They are a bunch of fun people. bringing laughters into my life. Even it might be just a mini gatherings, I'm satisfied. Most of the time, our meetings ended off well. And that became good memories..&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;br /&gt;As for the JOY that God gave, it's will not stop there. Though i have tutorials undone, proj starting to accumulate, I'm still having this joy that no words could express now. I can't help but shout it out loud: THANK YOU JESUS!&lt;br /&gt;I remembered a song that goes like this- "A thousand days cannot compare to one day in your courts.."&lt;br /&gt;JOY, that come from the source of all (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, let me have a simple heart that serves You wholeheartedly..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-625284208143631310?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/625284208143631310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=625284208143631310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/625284208143631310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/625284208143631310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2008/05/remember-whenever-you-are-feeling-down.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-8470443647532102148</id><published>2008-05-11T04:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T12:45:47.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A teary day for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried during worship.&lt;br /&gt;I cried during alter call.&lt;br /&gt;I cried when i'm at admiralty mrt station.&lt;br /&gt;I cried when i trained back home.&lt;br /&gt;I cried when i was bathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Val is not those who teared easily in front of others (except for touching scenes). Even when I got reprimanded by mum, stressed up or bothered by some other stuffs, I will always try my best control my emotions. Not that i like to hide my feelings, but i really don't want to dampen the spirit of others. People around will be affected, atmosphere will definitely be brought down by the face with red eyes and nose, or any sullen face. Besides that, don't want the people to be worried as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel like communicating;&lt;br /&gt;got distracted easily;&lt;br /&gt;and staring into blank space more often .&lt;br /&gt;Just not-so-like-myself this week.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S GOING ON?!&lt;br /&gt;A 180degree turn.&lt;br /&gt;It's terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God that He placed wonderful people during this period of time.&lt;br /&gt;Joyce- The one who always speaks into my life, guiding me, and assuring me. She will never let me off when i want to share something, and do not have the courage to do so. Always lending me her shoulders to cry on. One who saw me crying the most number of times..&lt;br /&gt;Dk- A caring leader. He will make me think things a lot deeper. Been very patient and understanding as i shared my difficulties, letting me know that i'm not alone and spurring me on.&lt;br /&gt;Carmen- I was shocked when she knew what i'm facing.. A very open leader/ friend that is concerned, sharing with me her experiences, and offering help. Tears filled my eyes as she was sharing. One thing that she said stuck me a lot- &lt;em&gt;It's a priveilge to serve in youth&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Mei fen- A very encouraging and obedient sheep. She will always tell me to "Jia You!" That really warms my heart. As my projects are pilling up, she will always accomodate to my timetable to have shepherdings, for caregroup as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words of encouragements and the actions shown touched the little heart of mine. I want to do something about my spiritual life. Val shall not be defeated!! I will get it done fast, quick, and accurate! I know this is something I can handle, as God will not give me things that I can't bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful.&lt;br /&gt;A big big THANK YOU to those mentioned above. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-8470443647532102148?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/8470443647532102148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=8470443647532102148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/8470443647532102148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/8470443647532102148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2008/05/teary-day-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-2883060981728023148</id><published>2008-04-29T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T21:26:46.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Lecture and tutorials are getting heavy..&lt;br /&gt;ICAs are in a mth's time..&lt;br /&gt;Got to do my revision soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up Joyce today. (:&lt;br /&gt;Great time of fellowship and it's her turn to share more!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;We met for dinner together and it's definitely enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't easy to find a friend who really understands,&lt;br /&gt;friend who i can rely on,&lt;br /&gt;friend who i can pour out my feelings,&lt;br /&gt;friend who i can share anything under the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God, i found you.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-2883060981728023148?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/2883060981728023148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=2883060981728023148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/2883060981728023148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/2883060981728023148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2008/04/school-as-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-3017339749298255458</id><published>2008-04-29T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T21:08:03.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Poly life isn't that easy..."&lt;br /&gt;"Who says it's easy, God didn't say that our life will be a bed of roses." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of the conversation with Seng kim as we were catching up..&lt;br /&gt;It's really true.&lt;br /&gt;Reminded me God placed me here for a purpose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Week 3 for this semester..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194280196689211378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rbrJySvnak/SBXKUYOBr_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/OwckZdSLens/s200/Snapshot_20080417_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;These are the people I normally hang out with in school..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They made schooling more lively and fun! :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Projects are lined up in a row, i have 2 on hand now.&lt;br /&gt;My project mates are UNIQUE- best decription i could think of. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;val is still adapting to the environment, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ahhh.. she don't like changes.. :X&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;miss my sec sch cliques.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-3017339749298255458?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/3017339749298255458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=3017339749298255458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/3017339749298255458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/3017339749298255458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2008/04/poly-life-isnt-that-easy.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rbrJySvnak/SBXKUYOBr_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/OwckZdSLens/s72-c/Snapshot_20080417_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-8606174219415747274</id><published>2008-04-16T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T22:50:47.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Val started the week...:&lt;br /&gt;tossing&amp;amp;turning in the bed for 2hrs before falling into deep sleep,&lt;br /&gt;dreamt of a super big sized centipede sleeping beside me when i opened my eyes.. not very scary as i dreamt of those cartoon ones. kinda cute actually, welcoming me with loving eyes and a wide smile.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the orientation, day1 is boring.. having talks all the way till lunch.&lt;br /&gt;icebreaker games (most are cg games)&lt;br /&gt;and cheers..&lt;br /&gt;Day2 is much better, a good way to interact w the classmates and play! the OGLs are having a hard time making us participate. =P&lt;br /&gt;they really did a great job..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First 2 days of school is alright.&lt;br /&gt;tutorials.. lectures...&lt;br /&gt;just that i've got tutorial to complete on the first day. ):&lt;br /&gt;POA is a killer.&lt;br /&gt;i'm murdered.&lt;br /&gt;Notebook is super heavy too, excluding the textbooks and notes..&lt;br /&gt;a good way to train arm strength uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upcoming post:&lt;br /&gt;- what God spoke to me in svc and clm&lt;br /&gt;- my beloved ones&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-8606174219415747274?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/8606174219415747274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=8606174219415747274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/8606174219415747274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/8606174219415747274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2008/04/val-started-week.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-9136290969255461463</id><published>2008-03-31T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T02:05:06.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Updates on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;val's&lt;/span&gt; life..&lt;br /&gt;Currently leading a simple yet not an ordinary one. (:&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I prefer to post my thoughts rather than life. Everyone has 24hrs per day, each spend them differently of course, but somehow it still revolves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ard&lt;/span&gt; the same things..&lt;br /&gt;That's my point of view anyway. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few weeks, val is quite drained out actually.. What keep her going is by clinging on to God's promises. That's why she named herself Elyssa. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;! It's true that I'm not studying, I do not have assignments waiting for me to complete, i do not face major problems in my circle of friends, not much in family as well..&lt;br /&gt;One thing i know is that I'm getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;stucked&lt;/span&gt;, I'm not being myself anymore.&lt;br /&gt;In short, losing the real me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fri&lt;/span&gt;, I was angry and was complaining to God..&lt;br /&gt;"God, You convicted me with your word. You spoke to me in First Frontier camp that You are real.. You told me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wrs&lt;/span&gt; can be completed.. But how come things don't turn out like what You said? I can't even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;rmb&lt;/span&gt; how long did i have the last convert in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;wrs&lt;/span&gt;. God..."&lt;br /&gt;Turned to food, eat eat and eat..&lt;br /&gt;Still having this tinge of unhappiness within me, God spoke, wanting me to read &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Colossians&lt;/span&gt;. As i read through the 4chapters, I'm bowled over. His words penetrates through my heart. God corrected me in a gentle way, allowing me think through once again.&lt;br /&gt;Right from the beginning, God did nothing for me to be angry about.. There isn't one thing that I can find to blame God.&lt;br /&gt;When did God say that He wont bless?&lt;br /&gt;When did He not keep His promises?&lt;br /&gt;He said that His child is going to lead a victorious life. So what is bothering me?&lt;br /&gt;Amazed.&lt;br /&gt;What's more can i say...&lt;br /&gt;I found my identity. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Refreshed. Encouraged. Corrected. Challenged.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-9136290969255461463?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/9136290969255461463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=9136290969255461463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/9136290969255461463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/9136290969255461463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2008/03/updates-on-vals-life.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-2186018266056733933</id><published>2008-03-08T05:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T13:54:04.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates of the week</title><content type='html'>Some happenings in this week that is worth mentioning.. (:&lt;br /&gt;In chronological order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;29Feb'08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the leap day!&lt;br /&gt;Someone brought me to the railway track!! you know who you are uh. (: I was really excited and i couldn't sleep the night before. and i ended waking up late. It's ard yew tee area.. I was capturing some of the shots and it didn't turn out what I expected. Obviously, I'm not a good photographer. haha!&lt;br /&gt;Initially, wanted to go down the track, enjoy every bits moment of it.. But it's active and security is there. ): we stayed there for quite some time and there wasn't any trains passing by.. arghhh.&lt;br /&gt;It's alright, Val is satisfied alr.. (:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Joyce tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2Mar'08 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The day when Valerie is dead, Elyssa is born..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling anxious and worried along the way, just felt very uncertain. I was like- "why do i have this feeling?!" God did assure me during the praise songs.. Changing my fears to joy. (:&lt;br /&gt;I'm leading a new life again!&lt;br /&gt;Elyssa- Promises of God.&lt;br /&gt;I'll hold on to the promises of His words. (:&lt;br /&gt;Thank you friends for witnessing, cheering for me and giving me cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rbrJySvnak/R9DEtEqbMNI/AAAAAAAAAEk/pv0MF8lMCN4/s1600-h/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174852250473541842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rbrJySvnak/R9DEtEqbMNI/AAAAAAAAAEk/pv0MF8lMCN4/s200/057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;OLD-Valerie ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rbrJySvnak/R9DEtkqbMOI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yt5zMQtZjio/s1600-h/077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174852259063476450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rbrJySvnak/R9DEtkqbMOI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yt5zMQtZjio/s200/077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the process of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8rbrJySvnak/R9DEt0qbMPI/AAAAAAAAAE0/X3GbEEkA2m8/s1600-h/093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174852263358443762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8rbrJySvnak/R9DEt0qbMPI/AAAAAAAAAE0/X3GbEEkA2m8/s200/093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW-Elyssa! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4Mar'08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakthrough for val!&lt;br /&gt;She's someone who don't prepare food. One main reason is for the benefit of others. The last time i actually cooked is my home econ exam- fried rice. Almost everything is prepare before hand. All I have to do is to throw the ingredients into the frying pan, toss, and i'm done! It looks good on the outside but not the taste! haha. Other than instant noodles, i don't prepare any food..&lt;br /&gt;And this time i did salad! Though it doesn't involve any frying or stuffs, but it involves hardwork. :p I did my homework too- asking ppl what is included for salads, went online to check... Wrote my things-to-buy-list and here I go. :D According to the internet, it only takes 10mins, I took 40mins to get it done. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;It looks quite okay on the appearance, taste..?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know, i didn't try it. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the same day, i went to play swings!!! Sound so kiddish. Nvm, i'm one anyway. :D I'm a happy kid! lalalalala~&lt;br /&gt;Joyce and Xinru were like so secretive, wanting to bring me to some place. so sweeeettt of them! :D It's canberra park if i'm not mistaken.. Some kids were playing and it's super wierd to approach them, asking if they could let us play. Imagine a 40yrs old adult initiate to play scissors-paper-stone with you. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;walked home frm sbw as it's getting late.. The journey was quite fast actually..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks for everything, I love you. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-2186018266056733933?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/2186018266056733933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=2186018266056733933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/2186018266056733933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/2186018266056733933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2008/03/updates-of-week.html' title='Updates of the week'/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rbrJySvnak/R9DEtEqbMNI/AAAAAAAAAEk/pv0MF8lMCN4/s72-c/057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-5052293430398892480</id><published>2008-02-18T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T04:46:46.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Class gathering w 4/2 friends at Mrs Lim-Yap's house.&lt;br /&gt;Another time for catching up and updating one's life. Half of the bus was filled by us. Cool isn't it?! Just felt a sense of joy to see them once again.. They are people whom i get to see almost everyday for the past 2-4 years. There is still a tinge of "bu she de" feeling.&lt;br /&gt;argh, move on val..&lt;br /&gt;Ziqin is always willing to share things with me. haha! Enjoyed the journey to tcher's house with her. (: The girls played a game to kill time and forefits to embarass people. It manage to entertain us for 1hrs plus while most of them were playing w poker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the journey back, just listening to songs.. (fyi- val likes songs that are emo though she isn't one. those that most people tend to tear when they are sad. but i'm the opposite.. felt better after listening to them.)&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking on the way.. maybe dreaming? And something caught my attention. It's the railway track- very rusty and most probably not in use. First thing that came to my mind, i want to go there!! As i think through, i'm very sure it's not an implusive decision made.&lt;br /&gt;So for those who are interested, give me a call. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randoms~&lt;br /&gt;Another place i like to go is playground. Those with sand, not those carpeted flooring.. I like it not because of the slides, monkeybar, neither is it the see-saw. It is the swing! Having the freedom and at the same time not being let go of, as in won't fly out of the playground.&lt;br /&gt;I like to have someone giving me a push at the back, having myself being swung at the max height.&lt;br /&gt;I like use my own strength to keep it swinging at high&amp;amp;low.&lt;br /&gt;To sum it all, i love swings! (:&lt;br /&gt;But nowadays, it can be hardly seen and mostly are changed to those exercising equipments alr.&lt;br /&gt;The last time i went was 3years ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is quite random as well..&lt;br /&gt;I was watching the news- sports today (surprisingly). Normally, i will do other things or just switch to other channels. A sportswoman broke record for high jump or smth.. I didn't catch the words but i saw her facial expression. She was like in heaven, can see that she's really really happy that she made it.&lt;br /&gt;There were certainly times when she didn't cross it, times that failed.&lt;br /&gt;Sweat. Tears. Blood.&lt;br /&gt;Having all her effort and hope in this sport.&lt;br /&gt;One thing was that she didn't give up, if not she won't be where she is today.&lt;br /&gt;The winning, the victory definitely does not come as easy.&lt;br /&gt;People see her success, but do they know how much time and hardwork she put in?&lt;br /&gt;Other than she being elated, her coach should be jumping for joy too.&lt;br /&gt;There is no one-man show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, there is only a winner. There are many more participants out there who were eliminated. They put in much effort in too, but they did not get the same result. Sad of course..&lt;br /&gt;Some gave up..&lt;br /&gt;Some tried the following year..&lt;br /&gt;even though this might just carry on and on, they will still grit their teeth and continue the endless trainings to reach their goal.&lt;br /&gt;They did these because of passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definition of passion:&lt;br /&gt;a strong or extravagant fondness, enthusiasm, or desire for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;P.A.S.S.I.O.N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing what i'm doing not because i have to,&lt;br /&gt;but i &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WANT&lt;/span&gt; to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-5052293430398892480?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/5052293430398892480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=5052293430398892480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/5052293430398892480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/5052293430398892480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2008/02/class-gathering-w-42-friends-at-mrs-lim.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-3143362631790558304</id><published>2008-01-28T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T23:36:20.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>val...&lt;br /&gt;she do have feelings.&lt;br /&gt;she do make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;she is definitely imperfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is just an ordinary girl afterall..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-3143362631790558304?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/3143362631790558304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=3143362631790558304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/3143362631790558304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/3143362631790558304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2008/01/val.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-7184993687569320254</id><published>2008-01-08T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T03:16:21.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my first entry for 2008!&lt;br /&gt;WOW..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to be 17 ! going to be a big girl.. i prefer being 16.. still a secondary school student and yet a girl who gets have more freedom, more of my own opinion and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thinkings&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i was looking through some of my entries in 2007 randomly. it brought a smile on my face when i saw entries like "mugging for o levels". somehow, i felt that studying is actually quite enjoyable.. it's consider QUITE as those memorising ones are not included. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;i had mixed feelings when i saw teens in uniform on the very first day of school. this is the very first time that others are schooling and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not. i even have the thought of getting my head buried in those books once again. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. indescribable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i posted some entries that i reflected on too. like my trust in God, the times when God convicted me, how God lifted me up when i face discouragements, how God changed me in my character and perspective of life.&lt;br /&gt;He blessed me with difficult people so that i can grow and know how to deal with such situations.&lt;br /&gt;He blessed me with encouraging people who motivates me to do more for His kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;He blessed me with genuine friends who corrected my mistakes and able to learn from it.&lt;br /&gt;there are too many, too much instead, that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; able to list them all out.&lt;br /&gt;previously, i look forward to every sat as i can get closer to God.&lt;br /&gt;as for now, i look forward to each day as i know that i can experience God if i placed Him in the centre of my life, getting closer to Him not only on sat, it's  everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[only one life, live it to the fullest]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a short update on my class chalet.&lt;br /&gt;just a week ago, i had class chalet. really a big thank you to the organisers as they really put in lots of effort in it.&lt;br /&gt;i was really very glad to see my classmates once again.&lt;br /&gt;the times when we bargain with our teachers over the overloading of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hws&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;the times when we did cheers for the sports day.&lt;br /&gt;the times we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;chiong&lt;/span&gt; together for exams.&lt;br /&gt;i still remember all these vividly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we shared about our recent lives. enjoyed listening to their amusing encounters for the past 2 months under the bright moonlight. a good combination of people and atmosphere. we did countdown together with a super big bunch of people. having people ranging from 4/1 to 4/6. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;! had a heart-to-heart chat with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;meiying&lt;/span&gt; at the beach after that. though i was quite sick, i still love spending time with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4E1'07- it's a class that i will never forget.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was reminded of God's love as i was waiting for the sunrise. i was once like an empty glass bottle adrift in the open sea, it's God that get me out of it and gave me a purpose in life. i won't be where i am now without Him. no doubt that it's God who filled my life.&lt;br /&gt;i will never never exchange His love with anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 was full of setbacks and problems. the past val once had the thought of giving up as all these were suppressing her. she isn't someone who has determination, what's more confidence. but God gave her opportunities, He placed her in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ultraman&lt;/span&gt; and build up her confidence. for the present val, she believe that more is yet to come, more difficulties and challenges ahead.&lt;br /&gt;FEAR NOT because she has God with her. let's see how God is going to mould her into a better val. (:&lt;br /&gt;2008 shall be an exciting year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-7184993687569320254?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/7184993687569320254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=7184993687569320254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/7184993687569320254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/7184993687569320254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-first-entry-for-2008-wow.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-1699418676189360678</id><published>2007-12-31T04:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T12:28:27.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love this family of GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so closely knitted onto us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you taken me into your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and i'm so glad to be a part of this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Great Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i forgotten what i want to post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;will do so when my memory allows me to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the 2007 val and her past doings will be sum up in the next post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-1699418676189360678?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/1699418676189360678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=1699418676189360678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/1699418676189360678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/1699418676189360678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-love-this-family-of-god-so-closely.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-2623058645123119622</id><published>2007-12-26T08:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T16:17:33.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>North family outing at east coast ytd!&lt;br /&gt;games, dinner and followed by cycling..&lt;br /&gt;this was the first time that i cycled the double one (forgot what's the name).. screamed and took quite some time to get the hang of it. was kinda scary..&lt;br /&gt;love the breeze as we were cycling and enjoying the scenery.. total relaxation and could spend more time with Denise.. hmm, maybe next time i can consider having that again..&lt;br /&gt;the journey back home was long.. Thank God that we had things to chat with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shepherd called as it striked 12. i teared as she said "love you sheep".. i recieved many cards that wrote ILOVEYOU, or even verbally. not saying that i got immuned to it, it did made me felt loved though.. however, i felt extra touched when she said that. the very first "present" i recieved on 25Dec'07. a memorable one indeed..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-2623058645123119622?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/2623058645123119622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=2623058645123119622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/2623058645123119622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/2623058645123119622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/12/north-family-outing-at-east-coast-ytd.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-7050151090401269693</id><published>2007-12-25T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T15:32:01.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's CHRISTMAS! really thank God that He made a special one for me.. a few weeks back, i was praying that He could make it a memorable one, not just only exchanging of gifts and going for svc, just a little different one.. and He did it!! we had Christmas party at sentosa.. its so cool!! love it love it love it. and the ultraman stayed over at joyce's house. we shared our conversion story and was really amazed by how God had changed me.. many times, i had to make decisions that face different consequences, was at a lost. no doubt, He guided me through ALL of them. not forgetting my shepherd who lead me the correct way. (:&lt;br /&gt;we had our lunch together and our cook is joyce! although it was a simple meal (maggie, luncheon meat, scrambled egg), it really warms my heart. really seems like a family sitting down and eating together. no akwardness at all.. sometimes when i go other ppl house, i do have that feeling. just enjoying the food, sharing one word that describes all of us. detailed ones can be found in joan's blog. (:&lt;br /&gt;when i'm back home, recieved smses frm the ultraman.. so sweet of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultraman, you all made me whole..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-7050151090401269693?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/7050151090401269693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=7050151090401269693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/7050151090401269693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/7050151090401269693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-christmas-really-thank-god-that-he.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-7969588453790731978</id><published>2007-12-15T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T22:52:41.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;The Five Love Languages&lt;/h2&gt;My primary love language is probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Acts of Service&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a secondary love language being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Physical Touch&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Complete set of results&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;table border="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Acts of Service: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="'20'"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;11&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Physical Touch: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="'20'"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;7&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Quality Time: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="'20'"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;7&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Words of Affirmation: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="'20'"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Receiving Gifts: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="'20'"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;h2&gt;Information&lt;/h2&gt; Unhappiness in relationships, according to Dr. Gary Chapman, is often due to the fact that we speak different love languages. Sometimes we don't understand our partner's requirements, or even our own. We all have a "love tank" that needs to be filled in order for us to express love to others, but there are different means by which our tank can be filled, and there are different ways that we can express love to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="'http://www.youthnetsouthampton.org.uk/breakout/lovelanguages.php'" target="'_blank'"&gt;Take the quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-7969588453790731978?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/7969588453790731978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=7969588453790731978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/7969588453790731978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/7969588453790731978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/12/five-love-languages-my-primary-love.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-8129465037442802931</id><published>2007-12-15T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T22:29:59.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back frm camp!&lt;br /&gt;a life changing one indeed. i'm much more assured that i can totally trust in God fully. i really pin high hopes for this camp as i dont want it to be just another camp, but something that i'll rmb for the rest of my life. God never fails, He spoke to me on the very first day. it really struck me hard that no matter what ministry we are in, we are just a child of God, everyone will be loved equally.&lt;br /&gt;another thing that convicted me is that we might say "i prayed, but i didnt hear from God" or "i prayed, but God didnt speak to me". that's plain excuses. i had said that before as well. as for now, i truly believe that God wont let anyone of us go just like that. and are we pushing the blame to God that we'd done our part by praying, and God is not? just keep on praying till you hear it! giving God the fullest attention and He will defintely bless.. all of us matters to Him!&lt;br /&gt;on day2, ps jeff was praying for all those people who wants to be a CL, tears just flow out. i'm someone who have low self esteem(below avg) and dont dare to take up leadership roles. someone who is super low profile and not wanting to be known. as the leaders were going around praying, i couldnt stop my tears as they sincerely believe that each and everyone out there and that it can be done.. my shepherd, UL, pastors believed that i can do it.. how come me myself can't?! that's one thing that God really changed me from deep within.. He also told me that i will face lots of ups and downs but i need to stand firm. even if i tripped, i need to be strong and stand up once again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my camp objectives were met! one of them is to build a closer relationship w my sheep and the girls. as we were sharing the covenant that we made in our cg and ultraman, i teared.. not only teared, literally cry hard. after praying, joyce said "your can go back alr, i want to sleep" which kinda spoil the atmosphere. den after a while, she claimed that we didnt hug her after all the huggings w one another.. HAHA! can see the ultraman tearing and laughing at the same time. wan ting shared some real touching stuffs and we made a pact.. (: it's all because of them that made me know what true friendship love is.. super love this family of God!!&lt;br /&gt;another heart melting scene is that i was freezing in the hall for like 2hrs.. i couldnt take it and went out to have a walk.. i saw jogina and she hugged me in the middle of the corridor to get rid of  the coldness. so heartwarming..&lt;br /&gt;and for the last day of the camp, joyce fufilled my little dream.. and i'm touched!! haha..&lt;br /&gt;she rmb what i'd said..&lt;br /&gt;she took the effort of finding her..&lt;br /&gt;she even helped me to ask her..&lt;br /&gt;ahhh, i love you shepherd!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CG08- WRS CAN BE COMPLETED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-8129465037442802931?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/8129465037442802931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=8129465037442802931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/8129465037442802931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/8129465037442802931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/12/back-frm-camp-life-changing-one-indeed.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-3628595111484839684</id><published>2007-12-09T03:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T00:15:02.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back!&lt;br /&gt;was enjoying life after o's as i regained my freedom! seriously, it'd been a long time since took a break frm the books. really super duper thankful to all those who helped me during that period: fy, zq, jx, sam, crystal, yan wen, ms song.. there are actually a lot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, shall post a random entry for today..&lt;br /&gt;i was packing my books a few days back and looking through the notes etc which was with me for the past 2yrs. the feeling was indescribable, kinda contradicting as well. hmm, i knew how sili felt last yr.. suddenly i felt that i'm getting old (zhang da le).. no longer a kiddish but a teen who is getting another step closer to the society, someone who is going to experience a new phase of life.&lt;br /&gt;recently was reading the book of 2kings and came across a character- Josiah. He was only 8 yrs old when he became the king. it struck me hard that he could do so much cos he walk right with God. even at a very young age he knew whom he should follow. how old or how young you are doesnt matter, as long as you have a willing heart to be use by God and trust in Him, He will definitely use you to do great things.&lt;br /&gt;CHALLENGE is the word He gave me when i'm down. whatever i'm facing, He knows them all.. and i shall take up the challenge that He gave in all circumstances.. and indeed, it will happen in 3 days time.&lt;br /&gt;i'm leading worship for camp day3..&lt;br /&gt;what's more can i say..&lt;br /&gt;HS pls lead me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-3628595111484839684?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/3628595111484839684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=3628595111484839684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/3628595111484839684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/3628595111484839684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/08/back-was-enjoying-life-after-os-as-i.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-47379116900836178</id><published>2007-09-02T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T01:52:18.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hols are here! hols = studying&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to love studying!! :D&lt;br /&gt;cleared eng, geo and practical..&lt;br /&gt;next shall be the theory ones..&lt;br /&gt;thinking back, i missed svc when exams were near.. it's due to parental persecution as well as me myself. thinking that i would have more time to study etc.. so silly uh.. now it will be a NO-NO decision. He blessed me so much throughout the exam period, something extraordinary in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fri was tchers' day celebration. draggy but can see the effort put in by the student leaders.. love the perfomance by 3/1 and mr roy! mr siva's one is hilarious! hoho.&lt;br /&gt;i love my class and mr bruce! he never fails to encourage us, made our day esp during cme, letting us play some games and cast away the schoolwork for a moment. a great tcher indeed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for today's svc was great! worship songs really strike me. am i going the right way? the way that God leads me? going to check my life and seek God for help. (: was encouraged by the sermon.. i want to bring wrs to a greater height! was having shepherding w qiyin in the morning. i was reminded by God that i should respond to it as actions speaks louder than words!&lt;br /&gt;2inc's teaching was very applicable in my life..&lt;br /&gt;-dont limit my relationship w God&lt;br /&gt;-dont be too concern of what we dont know. be concern of what we know and not living our life out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a fruitful day spent! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-47379116900836178?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/47379116900836178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=47379116900836178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/47379116900836178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/47379116900836178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/09/hols-are-here-hols-studying-cleared-eng.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-2859003048195533935</id><published>2007-08-23T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T22:01:50.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a short entry for today..&lt;br /&gt;my prelims started!&lt;br /&gt;eng P1 and ss for today. seriously need to brush up on my vocab and grammar skills. and i'm very satisfied w my SEQ! the only theme that i'd studied- Venice came out!! &amp; i completed it in 45 mins!!! :D but i didnt finish my SBQ. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the last sprint, do our best!!&lt;br /&gt;no regrets yar?&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-2859003048195533935?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/2859003048195533935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=2859003048195533935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/2859003048195533935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/2859003048195533935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/08/short-entry-for-today.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-5197734348691500310</id><published>2007-08-01T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T10:35:17.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let me share with you all this very interesting stuff..&lt;br /&gt;Look at this picture below, isn't it cool??!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;"The Holy Spirit Asset Transfer"&lt;/span&gt;..... whenever you feel&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt; guilty or need strength or need love or joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;  JUST pray and ask the Holy Spirit to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;SWAP&lt;/span&gt; with you and you will have it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rbrJySvnak/Rq_tkBUqYsI/AAAAAAAAAEc/W30w5NEe8_g/s1600-h/cool.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rbrJySvnak/Rq_tkBUqYsI/AAAAAAAAAEc/W30w5NEe8_g/s400/cool.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093550906665493186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, 1 more thing to tell you all, last week i broke 1 of Alvin's guitar string and i asked Joyce to help me to replace a new string and Joyce lent her guitar for me to practice but yesterday i broke 1 of her guitar string too haha i guess i really cannot touch guitar lor lol... :DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-5197734348691500310?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/5197734348691500310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=5197734348691500310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/5197734348691500310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/5197734348691500310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/07/let-me-share-with-you-all-this-very.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rbrJySvnak/Rq_tkBUqYsI/AAAAAAAAAEc/W30w5NEe8_g/s72-c/cool.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-1712501985549438622</id><published>2007-07-29T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T19:34:00.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to all those who are interested in val's life, here's a gd news for you!&lt;br /&gt;the blog is not dead!! :D&lt;br /&gt;gonna be a long post, might get a little boring..&lt;br /&gt;BUT dont miss the partIII, which is the most important one!!&lt;br /&gt;just scroll down a little, dont be lazy.. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;partI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;my studies!&lt;br /&gt;i think it will be a typical one, which will get to see in all those ppl who are graduating.. but i insisted on posting abt it. =P kinda scary when i get to see the days passed so quickly and prelims are so near! everyone seems to tune to a serious note and get started.. atmosphere in sch was so tensed.&lt;br /&gt;there is a countdown-electronic (no of days to o's) in the canteen which i get to see everyday. hrs passed, days passed, mths passed! i think that's the purpose of placing it there. must start focusing now!&lt;br /&gt;so ppl, here's an opportunity to lecture me and i'll thank you for anyone sees me slacking, pls come right to my face and give me a scolding, get me back to sense..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;partII&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;my family (to be specific: my mum)!&lt;br /&gt;our relationship improved! :D i initiated telling her more abt my recent life and how am i coping with my studies etc.. and she asked me a qn recently, "why do you always go church? you've got 2 days to rest and now you only got one!" actually i answered the same qn some time ago, she must have forgotten. haha. it's a gd opportunity to share to her abt how God had change my life! i said "it change my perspective of life, and motivates me. i'm more on the positive thinkings and get to know more true friends. And when i pray, God will answer my prayer. someone who will always brighten up my day. i felt more refreshed after going." den her friend suddenly called, spoiled my plans.. arghs.&lt;br /&gt;she also shared w me abt her harsh decision made previously. and it had been hard for her to raise up a toddler(sis) and baby(me) at that time. i could see her tears rolling inside her eyes. i dont dare to ask more.. she might be very strict at times, but she's defnitely a great mum. she had gone through lots of hardship and is still perservering on. for..? for this family. i felt a pang of remorse. i seriously want to lighten some of her burdens. and i want to meet my mum in heaven!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;partIII&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sharing some of my blessings the great God had blessed me for the mth. (:&lt;br /&gt;1. the mosquito! (most of the ppl know abt it)&lt;br /&gt;its very interesting to me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;it happened like 2 wks ago when i was really worn out. i slept kinda late the previous night and i woke up at 6.30. pressed my alarm down and off-ed the snoozing of my phone. and i went back to slp. guess what, i was awaken by the mosquito as i cannot take the itchyness. it was 7 den, and i managed to get to sch on time. yay! and one amazing thing is that the mosquito bites are in a straight line. xD&lt;br /&gt;2. my geo test &amp; chem prac.&lt;br /&gt;i missed out one of the qn for geo that we need to study, which is 10marks. if it's really tested, i'm gonna flunk it. thank God! chem prac too, managed to handle it well though. (:&lt;br /&gt;3. i getting better in interacting w the lower sec ppl! haha. i dont have common topics w the younger ones, i dont know why as well. but God did the speaking and brings me closer to some of the ppl that i'd shared the gospel to. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was reading the book of phl, He really spoke to me in a lot of the areas. (share some due to time constrain. ask me personally if you want to know more.)&lt;br /&gt;firstly, i was disappointed w myself for the ESS. the svc is so great, but i didnt get any visitors to come. what am i doing?! God told me "forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead". it got me thinking.. what's the pt of dwelling in the disappointment, does it benefits/ contribute to God's kingdom? NO! i should start planning what to do for the upcoming week.&lt;br /&gt;val is able to pull through the storms and have victory w God by her side!&lt;br /&gt;in the WOG, it says "do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And peace of God , which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus". i felt so secured. like what ps jeff said, when we sigh, God understands us. we dont need to say in words and sometimes we dont even know how to express it, but God knows it all. He knows how we feel.&lt;br /&gt;next, "I can do everything through him who gives me strength" &amp;amp; "my God will meet all your needs according to his glories riches in Christ Jesus". yes, He is the one who is always by my side supporting me, my pillar of strength. my studies, i can be assured that God will bless if i do my part.. same goes to each and everyone of the ppl out there! just a simple faith, and God will do the rest. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its getting late, will update soon.. (:&lt;br /&gt;stay tune~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-1712501985549438622?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/1712501985549438622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=1712501985549438622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/1712501985549438622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/1712501985549438622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/07/to-all-those-who-are-interested-in-vals.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-8332022413877379577</id><published>2007-07-01T02:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T23:58:19.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last day of june~&lt;br /&gt;it just passed in a blink of eye. sentimental thoughts flowed through my mind when i'm alone. but i'm never alone actually, cos God is always w me. got some comments that my blog seems so holy. but really cant stop praising Him!&lt;br /&gt;went to nexus w sherry today. fellowshipping &amp; realised we shared a common thing, we danced the GAP dance while bathing! next is i'll speak in tongues unknowingly. song that just blurted out will be: i love you jesus, deep down in my heart!... haha!&lt;br /&gt;the first week of sch ended, and i dozed off during lessons. basically every lesson. surprisingly, i knew what was taught for most sub in my blurry-mode. what can i say? THANK HIM!&lt;br /&gt;juggling stacks of hw and spiritual life.. can this ordinary girl make it? w her own might, doubt not. w a great God, she surly can! for my mt oral, conversation was tough but managed to calm myself down through the prayer.&lt;br /&gt;FAITH, is what i want now.. not be affected by S.A.TAN. i want to have a child-like faith and giving my 100%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-assuredly yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-8332022413877379577?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/8332022413877379577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=8332022413877379577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/8332022413877379577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/8332022413877379577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/06/last-day-of-june-it-just-passed-in.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-7060740488225707918</id><published>2007-06-21T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T23:31:28.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back frm camp for a week! its really great! God spoke to me a lot and yes, wrs will definitely grow!!&lt;br /&gt;north A, jia you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the holy wk, we went outreach to the lost souls and was really blessed by Him! wooos.&lt;br /&gt;tml going out w my mum, cnt outreach. for fri (last day), have to throw away all my shyness and reserved-ness! all things will come to past!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not forgetting to thank JOYCE!!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-7060740488225707918?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/7060740488225707918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=7060740488225707918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/7060740488225707918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/7060740488225707918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/06/back-frm-camp-for-week-its-really-great.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-5307062154481411671</id><published>2007-06-18T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T20:11:58.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>will update on the camp soon.&lt;br /&gt;let the pictures do the talking for the moment. (:&lt;br /&gt;its kinda heavy.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rbrJySvnak/RnTWdc0iTrI/AAAAAAAAAD0/DbwtMi2vrTo/s1600-h/DSC00026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076918481394486962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rbrJySvnak/RnTWdc0iTrI/AAAAAAAAAD0/DbwtMi2vrTo/s200/DSC00026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8rbrJySvnak/RnTWds0iTtI/AAAAAAAAAEE/MgwcbBM4JT8/s1600-h/Female+Ushers+@+G.A.P..JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8rbrJySvnak/RnTPgs0iTcI/AAAAAAAAAB8/hveqnMY5zEE/s1600-h/DSC00059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076910840647667138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8rbrJySvnak/RnTPgs0iTcI/AAAAAAAAAB8/hveqnMY5zEE/s200/DSC00059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rbrJySvnak/RnTT980iThI/AAAAAAAAACk/8J1G9j0Jphg/s1600-h/DSC00019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076915741205351954" style="FLOAT: left; 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my books are still all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next wk i'm having camp!&lt;br /&gt;so looking forward to that..&lt;br /&gt;i love my cg!! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till here den.&lt;br /&gt;(update more after camp)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-6216177439602272257?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/6216177439602272257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=6216177439602272257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/6216177439602272257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/6216177439602272257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-can-sensed-layer-of-dust-here.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-2574988245760493896</id><published>2007-05-20T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T23:04:05.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back in action!&lt;br /&gt;mye ended and results are out. it turned out to be an unexpected one.&lt;br /&gt;it's over and now i'm gonna work hard for my O level MT. (: God did bless me during the exams period though i missed two svc. in fact, He blessed me every wk! (:&lt;br /&gt;and the best thing is that i can go for the camp! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;hope it dont clash w my intensive..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i forgotten what i want to write... -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;backtrack a bit&lt;br /&gt;few days ago was my sis bdae. i didnt prepare any present for her.. it slipped off my mind. what a good sis. was having cg on tt day and she called. i rmbed! sang bdae song to her w cg on the phone. exactly the same for ky's bdae, just that its not in the public. haha.&lt;br /&gt;elaborate abit on our sisterhood.. hmms, for weekdays, i seldom see her at home and when she's at home, i'm usually doing my hws and stuffs. on sun when we have time to communicate. but she's usually watching tv in the room and i'm rushing hws.&lt;br /&gt;we seldom chat about our daily lifes and always quarrelling over trival matters. haha. our characters are quite different. she can interact w everyone well. for me, i dont talk much to people and dont express my thoughts to others. i think that's why my mum keep saying i didnt show my concern to my relatives and seen as "dao". haha. alright, i will try to communicate w them.&lt;br /&gt;God, pls change this "habit" of mine and be able to talk to them and share more of my stuffs w them. (:&lt;br /&gt;yupp. despite all those bickerings, i knew she cared for me. there was once i got depressed and did silly things. she wrote a postcard for me before she went for camp. i cried. very touched by her words. (:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot! &lt;33.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for today, total maddness after svc. went window shopping w cg ppl. eunice was laughing non-stop when she saw smth.. did embarassing stuffs esp sp.. she was playing w the used spoon of mac flurry and it landed on to the table in front of us. the adults gave us hard stares. apologised and left.. laughing on the way out.&lt;br /&gt;took photos in mrt and suwan- ka zhua keep playing a fool. din manage to take a decent photo w eunice. and i was bullied by her. ):&lt;br /&gt;Qiyin, you found your tudi le. haha!&lt;br /&gt;i love the grp of girls!&lt;br /&gt;will upload the pics next time.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-2574988245760493896?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/2574988245760493896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=2574988245760493896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/2574988245760493896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/2574988245760493896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/05/back-in-action-mye-ended-and-results.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-5620278964892931999</id><published>2007-04-16T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T17:25:58.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to my dearest MEIYING! :D&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same goes for sze zhen!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy belated bdae to zhixiang. (:&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-5620278964892931999?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/5620278964892931999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=5620278964892931999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/5620278964892931999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/5620278964892931999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-birthday-to-my-dearest-meiying-d.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-5555530719836146889</id><published>2007-04-14T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T22:14:49.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ytd went cwp to evax. contacts were quite responsive. &lt;br /&gt;(parents dont allow as it is too far.)( i've got smth on sorry.)&lt;br /&gt;all couldnt come. i'm so crushed.&lt;br /&gt;the sermon brings up my mood once again. (:&lt;br /&gt;the tittle was Forsaking Our Fears.&lt;br /&gt;His promise: he didnt promise days without pain, laughter without sorrow or sun without rain. but he PROMISED strength for the day, comfort for thee tears and a light for the way.&lt;br /&gt;forgotten where i've got this phrase. haha.&lt;br /&gt;i'm having fears over exams. i do admit it as i did not have complete control over it. this is interlinked w the peace from God. jog once told me that she is not afraid of any major exams and even o's. she have complete trust in Jesus. she knew that what she is doing is for his kingdom and he will surely bless her.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so different from her. i'm having so little faith! that makes me ponder. i had written that i wanted God to be my first piority. but i seem not to follow that.&lt;br /&gt;i'm worried that i spent too much time and neglect my studies.&lt;br /&gt;i'm hesitant to be a shepherd and couldnt cope w my studies.&lt;br /&gt;i'm afraid that i couldnt score for o's.&lt;br /&gt;parental objection.&lt;br /&gt;my troubles usually revolve ard studies&amp;commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now my conviction is to let Jesus control my life. living a life that he want me to live.&lt;br /&gt;having a purpose in my life and persevere on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently, i poured out my feelings to jog and she asked me to read more of the WOG. today, ps jeff said that the parents usually want the child to mature by not always depending on them, letting them walk on their own. and the parents will be standing aside "peeping" and making sure the child is safe.&lt;br /&gt;this is what happen to me, and now i can say HE IS WITH ME! (:&lt;br /&gt;thats all his plan yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daryl got the npcc maual. he was also once a npcc cadet and we started chatting. i missed the ppl and training yea. =X i will rmb the days and difficulties we'd gone through. for all those conflicts, its time for me to erased them off frm my memoirs. (: suddenly have the urge to go for pop. haha. i guessed it wont happen. anyway, i'm proud to be once a wrs npcc cadet.&lt;br /&gt;and yes, the fancy drill is nice! (: good luck ppl.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be on stage cheering for your? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mug for midyr which is in 2 weeks time!&lt;br /&gt;do enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-5555530719836146889?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/5555530719836146889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=5555530719836146889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/5555530719836146889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/5555530719836146889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/04/ytd-went-cwp-to-evax.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-2227365899671319541</id><published>2007-04-14T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T21:35:18.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>W-H-Y&lt;br /&gt;We rode into town the other day,&lt;br /&gt;just me and my Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;He said I’d finally reached that age,&lt;br /&gt;and I could ride next to him on a horse&lt;br /&gt;that of course was not quite as wide&lt;br /&gt;We heard a crowd of people shouting&lt;br /&gt;and so we stopped to find out why&lt;br /&gt;There was that man that my dad said he loved,&lt;br /&gt;but today there was fear in his eyes&lt;br /&gt;So I said Daddy why are they screaming?&lt;br /&gt;Why are the faces of some of them beaming?&lt;br /&gt;Why is he dressed in that bright purple robe?&lt;br /&gt;I bet that crown hurts him more than he shows&lt;br /&gt;Daddy please can’t you do something?&lt;br /&gt;He looks as if he’s going to cry&lt;br /&gt;You said he is stronger than all of those guys&lt;br /&gt;Daddy please tell me why, why does everyone want him to die?&lt;br /&gt;Later that day the sky grew cloudy&lt;br /&gt;and daddy said I should go inside&lt;br /&gt;Somehow he knew things would get stormy,&lt;br /&gt;boy was he right&lt;br /&gt;But I could not keep from wondering if there was something that he had to hide&lt;br /&gt;So after he left I had to find out,&lt;br /&gt;I was not afraid of getting lost&lt;br /&gt;So I followed the crowds to a hill where I knew men had been killed&lt;br /&gt;And I heard a voice come from a cross&lt;br /&gt;And it said : Father why are they screaming?&lt;br /&gt;Why are the faces of some of them beaming?&lt;br /&gt;Why are they casting their lots for my clothes?&lt;br /&gt;I bet that crown hurts him more than he shows&lt;br /&gt;Father please can’t you do something?&lt;br /&gt;I know that you must hear my cry&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could handle a cross of this size,&lt;br /&gt;Father remind me why,&lt;br /&gt;why does everyone want me to die.&lt;br /&gt;When will I understand why?&lt;br /&gt;My precious Son, I hear th&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oHHSaeYRhXA/RhiXJ9EtsbI/AAAAAAAAAO0/yTfWqJD_XwY/s1600-h/200517053-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;em screaming.&lt;br /&gt;I’m watching the face of the enemy beaming&lt;br /&gt;but soon I will clothe you in robes of my own.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus this hurts me more than you know&lt;br /&gt;But this dark hour I must do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve heard your unbearable cry&lt;br /&gt;the power in your blood destroys all the lies,&lt;br /&gt;soon you’ll see past their unmerciful eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Look there below see the child trembling by her father’s side.&lt;br /&gt;Now I can tell you why,&lt;br /&gt;she is why you must die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my blog song &lt;33!&lt;br /&gt;pls send me this song for those who manage to find it!&lt;br /&gt;thanks! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-2227365899671319541?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/2227365899671319541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=2227365899671319541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/2227365899671319541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/2227365899671319541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/04/w-h-y-we-rode-into-town-other-day-just.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-3040135276835499277</id><published>2007-04-14T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T22:18:40.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know easter had passed.. but really want to mention abt the svc, it was defintely awesome! this was also my very first time ushering. a little late but when i reached, no one was ard. which means i'm early. phew~ first time having the glitters on my eyes. looked more alert and formal w wt's shirt on. thanks wt! carmen guided me throughout patiently. thanks too!&lt;br /&gt;i believed that most of us teared when we heard ps shirls singing. it touched many ppl's heart and the animation was so.. one word- nice!&lt;br /&gt;daddy i love you!&lt;br /&gt;i was really discouraged when i'd got kinda lot contacts but NONE could come. i was so down.. however, He was there all along supporting me. how can i just give up like this? He didnt give up on me, and yet i gave up myself. no logic yea? i'm gonna stand on my feet and continue serving Him.&lt;br /&gt;i'm thankful that God helped and stretch out His hand. initially, my spiritual life got shaken. i was"under-its-control". fortuantely, ps shirls was teaching us abt the day jesus died and changed my pt of view.&lt;br /&gt;next was the connect-book. my daily strength for the past 4 to 5 wks.&lt;br /&gt;"God is never in a hurry, but he is always on time"&lt;br /&gt;who dont have weakness? usually we deny, defend and excuse them.&lt;br /&gt;He will turn the weakness into strength. but first of all, we must reveal the true us. we dont need to put up a strong front in the presence of Him.&lt;br /&gt;why does He made us to encounter difficulties? this is to help us to grow! growing is often painful and scary. but there will be no growth without change, and change is painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing is that Adam khoo came to our sch on tue to motivate us! how rare. he managed to convinced me and is the best assembly prog for the past 3 yrs in wrs. one thing that he impacted me is that he drew a pyramid. the lowest column was the blue collar and followed by the white collar. yupp, then he threw the marker from far.&lt;br /&gt;this is when you will land and have no control over your life, other ppl control you.&lt;br /&gt;true!&lt;br /&gt;he shared his life story and his father teared when his stepmother said adam was useless. that made me relate to our heavenly father. what do you think He will feel when all were looking down on us, and even ourself?&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm a bit off track.&lt;br /&gt;alright, he'll be back this coming july! he rock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-3040135276835499277?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/3040135276835499277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=3040135276835499277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/3040135276835499277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/3040135276835499277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-know-easter-had-passed.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-1014605664386242278</id><published>2007-04-03T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T20:06:45.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>starting w last fri. i actually went back to training! that is so miracle for me. i wore sch u and was looking through the sec 3s "homejoy".&lt;br /&gt;jiayou ba sec 3s!&lt;br /&gt;waited... bored... went back class and realised the deco team used toilet paper to make a figure of the merlion. how interesting! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat as usual. got to get closer to God and fellowshiping!&lt;br /&gt;FAR NORTH- B! :D&lt;br /&gt;our leader was great and the teaching touched me. it was abt easter day and clear my doubts. was thinking how much He actually blessed me this week. (: when i was lost and helpless, he helped me and enlighten me through his words. really very grateful yupp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;really hope my parents can accept God into their lifes. and strike off the mindset that going church= wasting time. God, i need miracles. i know you can and open their heart, flood them w your love! i want to see them in heaven!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;missed the celebration at wenhui's hse but i did drop by to sam's hse. saw lots of ppl when i reached. cua- dio.&lt;br /&gt;went home w 3 bodyguards i think. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;happy birthday to wenhui and sam lao da! ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having chi oral today. screwed up. i was all in a flutter. sang w the girls before its our turn. went to take a look at the passage and browsed through once. only manage to read till the second paragragh and it was my turn! and how lucky, the invigelator wanted us to read the third paragraph. all those whom i asked got into the same situation. so infurturiating.&lt;br /&gt;stammered and paused.&lt;br /&gt;tongue-tied. oh man!&lt;br /&gt;worst still, i said... errr THEN..!&lt;br /&gt;what am i doing?!&lt;br /&gt;was in a blank-state. went one round and back to the same spot.&lt;br /&gt;good luck man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is there a medicine to alleviate the symtom of anxiety?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-1014605664386242278?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-9128598699121567974</id><published>2007-03-24T08:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T17:06:07.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its friday again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*catching some breathe*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hectic week man. had been sleeping at 12 lately just to get the hws done.&lt;br /&gt;totally fagged out.&lt;br /&gt;31 more weeks.&lt;br /&gt;time passed by w/o me realising it.&lt;br /&gt;having the picture of me sitting for GCE O LEVEL is so scary.&lt;br /&gt;=X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got 2 new classmates!&lt;br /&gt;they are siblings and just returned to s'p recently.&lt;br /&gt;and of course they are the brilliant ones, able to cope w last yr's syllabus as well.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;browsing through the web that ivy sis gave.&lt;br /&gt;my desired course cop is 12!&lt;br /&gt;omg&lt;br /&gt;the phycological course seems so interesting!!&lt;br /&gt;the cop is 9.&lt;br /&gt;9 pts= impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of my friends were puzzled, why i went to tri sci class and wanted to go poly instead of jc.&lt;br /&gt;#1. i wanted to take geo. hist. will make me go nuts.&lt;br /&gt;#2. planning to have bio and drop phy.. sort of like "substitude"&lt;br /&gt;#3. i had seen my sis's poly life, enjoying her life and not mugging&amp;mugging.&lt;br /&gt;#4. dun wish to wake up at 6 every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly and the most impt one&lt;br /&gt;#5. i'm not quilified to go JC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder why am i so proud of not getting into jc..&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-9128598699121567974?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-2328984412180945080</id><published>2007-03-15T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T13:05:17.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y-HOPE SHEPHERD APPRECIATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8rbrJySvnak/RfbBp1mrbUI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZjloddFvHW8/s1600-h/Image052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041429757395955010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8rbrJySvnak/RfbBp1mrbUI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZjloddFvHW8/s200/Image052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Name: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Jogina Mak Wan Er&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;NRIC: S 91***54- E&lt;br /&gt;Child of GOD since 7 Feb 2004&lt;br /&gt;Leader of FNWC1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fav action:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rbrJySvnak/RfQJuFmrbPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/FkFQznEpGS8/s1600-h/Image034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040664570317466866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rbrJySvnak/RfQJuFmrbPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/FkFQznEpGS8/s200/Image034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;notice her hand..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fav word:&lt;br /&gt;FASTER, we're late! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*walking big steps way ahead of us*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-above are a little description abt our shepherd (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8rbrJySvnak/RfbGqVmrbYI/AAAAAAAAABs/OgZ4-A8sX70/s1600-h/DSC00621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041435263544028546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8rbrJySvnak/RfbGqVmrbYI/AAAAAAAAABs/OgZ4-A8sX70/s200/DSC00621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;oyous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;ptimistic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;oes for extra miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;mpervious to Satan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;atty dresser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;ll rounder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rbrJySvnak/RfbHVlmrbZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/U8pwaJEigLc/s1600-h/DSC00622.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*Jogina is a shepherd that gave her best to her sheep. &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rbrJySvnak/RfbHVlmrbZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/U8pwaJEigLc/s1600-h/DSC00622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041436006573370770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rbrJySvnak/RfbHVlmrbZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/U8pwaJEigLc/s200/DSC00622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*She tends to flood us with those chim terms. however, she will explain to us the WOG patiently. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8rbrJySvnak/RfbCdVmrbWI/AAAAAAAAABc/mtoMYmbHCzg/s1600-h/DSC00621.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*Although, we often disappoint her, she never gave up on us and encourages us instead.&lt;br /&gt;*She keeps her faith in God even though the grp isnt growing and that sets a good role model for us.&lt;br /&gt;*She's willing to give up her precious time for us when we need her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rbrJySvnak/RfbHVlmrbZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/U8pwaJEigLc/s1600-h/DSC00622.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*THANKS FOR ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A song Imagine me without you-Jacu Velasquez especially for our shepherd!~&lt;br /&gt;**edited by wan ting &amp; valerie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since the first day you shepherd us&lt;br /&gt;and all the cared and concern given&lt;br /&gt;whether present or the future&lt;br /&gt;you're the best in our heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in our life, through difficulties&lt;br /&gt;you lend us ears and a helping hand&lt;br /&gt;when people around us had left us&lt;br /&gt;you're the one that's there for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we get to know you more&lt;br /&gt;we realised your importance&lt;br /&gt;we need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;br /&gt;imagine us without you&lt;br /&gt;we'd be lost and so confused&lt;br /&gt;we wouldn't stay in church&lt;br /&gt;been lead astray, without you there to see us through&lt;br /&gt;imagine me without you&lt;br /&gt;jog, you know it's just impossible&lt;br /&gt;because of you&lt;br /&gt;our life's been changed&lt;br /&gt;we are now salt and light&lt;br /&gt;we can't imagine us without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;when you caught us we were falling&lt;br /&gt;your care have brought us back to Jesus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it was like you heard us calling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and you rush to help us solve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we found you we were relieved&lt;br /&gt;and we will never leave you&lt;br /&gt;jogina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;when we found you we were blessed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and we will never leave you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we need you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't imagine me without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WE LOVE OUR SHEPHERD! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rbrJySvnak/RfbCdFmrbVI/AAAAAAAAABU/qQ7Swdkvf64/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041430637864250706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rbrJySvnak/RfbCdFmrbVI/AAAAAAAAABU/qQ7Swdkvf64/s200/a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;her sheep:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;wan ting &amp;amp; valerie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-2328984412180945080?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/2328984412180945080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=2328984412180945080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/2328984412180945080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/2328984412180945080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/03/name-jogina-mak-wan-er-nric-s-9154-e.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8rbrJySvnak/RfbBp1mrbUI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZjloddFvHW8/s72-c/Image052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-237323957917489397</id><published>2007-03-11T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T22:06:04.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its sat blogging again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;want to mention abt 2.4km run at sbw. its killing!&lt;br /&gt;having stomach cramps in the morning and its so terrible. tcher allowed me to rest and frens were all very concerned abt my "situation". thanks for that. ran the 2.4 still as i'm lazy to retake. ending up seeing stars and having splitting headache. -.-&lt;br /&gt;and i realised how impt my frens are to me when an inccident happen.&lt;br /&gt;isnt a bad bad day for me uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for cip in the morning. m.y bought apple pie for me! so sweet of her~&lt;br /&gt;i was grouped w ppl i'm closed to! :D paired up w sam- lao da. he did most of the job and all i have to do was pressing the doorbell and some talking. met some of the ex- students blah blah. had small conversations while waiting for the lorry. enjoyed interacting w them! teasing ling and captured some candid pics of sq and mdm chong. so proud of myself. (:&lt;br /&gt;my singing partners sang- qingfeideyi on the way back. so-in-love w our vocals. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;svc!! sang my fav song- mighty to save!! :D after tt had meeting w jog&amp;amp;wt.&lt;br /&gt;its hols and time for evangelism! however, i had nyp trip and date w my cliques on mon, class outing on tue, metamorphosis on wed, thur and fri going for camp (if mum allows). how abt my studies?! my mum will most probably say N-O for wed to fri event. ):&lt;br /&gt;was taking pics of jog for the shepherd appreciation. dun want to let her know initially.. but she sensed smth fishy when wt and i keep taking her pics secretly and insisting on using our phone instead of her cam. shpd jiu shi shpd. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;trained hm w wt and went to look for jas.&lt;br /&gt;jas: take good care girl! i had not been seeing you for weeks.. i know you miss me, so get well soon okay. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-237323957917489397?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/237323957917489397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=237323957917489397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/237323957917489397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/237323957917489397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-sat-blogging-again-want-to-mention.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-6206292427159743405</id><published>2007-03-06T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T20:22:59.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gonna blog for shepherd's appreciation!!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what should i write?&lt;br /&gt;hmms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-6206292427159743405?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/6206292427159743405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=6206292427159743405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/6206292427159743405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/6206292427159743405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/03/gonna-blog-for-shepherds-appreciation-d.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-1397977181793591409</id><published>2007-03-05T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T20:26:35.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sat&lt;br /&gt;heard of nose, eyes and throat infection. but for ear infection? it's kinda rare. and yes, i'm the lucky one.&lt;br /&gt;couldn't hear clearly when having chem prac and went to consult a doc the next day. got a dropper back and it was being infected after using. now have to take the tablets and eardrops. arghs. it hurts even when i talk.&lt;br /&gt;was feeling terrible on sat and wt prayed for me. the condition got better on sun? it only hurts a little when i cackle. praying hard tt i could take my 2.4 on thurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to yunling's bdae celebration as promised. her house is on the hilltop?! have to climb up the big grass patch. totally worn out. played w my cliques and went back. if not we will get lost in the remote area. scary. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sun&lt;br /&gt;had dinner w grandma &amp;amp; uncle glen. he strike lottery and treated us drinks. guess what, half of the money he won was gone. LOL! grandma gave us kinda lot of canned food, like having food rationing. but what i can say is that she has our interest. and what really melts my heart is that she could rmb what i like even if i only mention once. so sweet man. went home and rushed through the hws.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-1397977181793591409?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/1397977181793591409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=1397977181793591409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/1397977181793591409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/1397977181793591409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/03/sat-heard-of-nose-eyes-and-throat.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-117240312656506169</id><published>2007-02-26T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T19:38:01.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a ten minutes entry and will be back to the studying of diplomacy&amp;amp;deterrence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cliques were going to k.h house. thought of following them actually as i din really spend much time w them. but my heart pulled me to the service instead. i made the right decision yea. it touched my heart once again and was convicted to be an obedient child!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the more you know God, the more you cant help but to trust him".&lt;br /&gt;that was so true! He became my addiction man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look outwards, you will be stressed.&lt;br /&gt;Look inwards, you will be depressed.&lt;br /&gt;Look upwards, you will be at rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOS!&lt;br /&gt;now i truly understand.&lt;br /&gt;more of God, more of joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saying shadalabala becomes my habit..?&lt;br /&gt;but most importantly, i wont quit it!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's do the possible and God will do the impossible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it exceeded 10 mins. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-117240312656506169?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/117240312656506169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=117240312656506169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/117240312656506169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/117240312656506169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/02/ten-minutes-entry-and-will-be-back-to.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-117231645213945035</id><published>2007-02-23T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T19:36:20.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>XIN NIAN KUAI LE! (i know its a bit late)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interested to know how i spent cny? :D&lt;br /&gt;isnt really an enjoyable one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eve.&lt;br /&gt;went to grandma's hse. before that, i was actually doing hw!! rahhs. din manage to complete it and left. headed to ms first to buy accessories. went back empty handed as none caught my attention. i was not in festive mood. din utter a word when eating. worst of all, i stayed there till 9 plus, staring at the tv for 3, 4 hrs as i wasnt in good terms w the ppl i can say? and FINALLY, daddy sent us home.&lt;br /&gt;it was the only day which i could throw myself on the big and cosy sofa, be totally living in my own world. but it denfitely turned out as the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chu yi.&lt;br /&gt;went to the paternal side. was feeling better but the ambiance was still guai guai de. took some pics and collect ang baos! fell asleep when watching the tv. LOL! was basically rotting there. left early and went home.&lt;br /&gt;no more fake smiles and marked a full stop for causticity.&lt;br /&gt;woos~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chu er.&lt;br /&gt;maternal relatives came over. the air of felicity seemed overwhelmed the house. watched the wedding vcd just to see my cousins and aunt, not the newly weds. laughs. longing to see my aunt (din see her for dun know how many yrs) , i had my eyes on the tv for abt 1/2 hr. but did get the sight of her at all. -.- the teens all got bored and went to the room. indulging in our own conversations.&lt;br /&gt;when its getting dark, we started our gamblings w the adults. it was also the time where we get to interact w one another. all the ladies won, and the guys/ uncles lost except for my biao ge. lalalas. ladies luck yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chu san&lt;br /&gt;met up w cliques and went bai nian. had steamboat at ling's hse! the soup was nice&lt;3! went to trudie's hse.. met big bully and phyllis. she was longing for my arrival..? :p played cards to kill time. her aunt was real generous man, no kidding. hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;left and back home k-ing the assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-117231645213945035?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/117231645213945035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=117231645213945035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/117231645213945035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/117231645213945035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/02/xin-nian-kuai-le-i-know-its-bit-late.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-117102681684012159</id><published>2007-02-10T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T21:13:36.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back here blogging. (:&lt;br /&gt;the week before was our family day at marina and celebrating grandma's bdae. fun~ we went to the seafood paradise restuarant. it was really a PARADISE. the food served definitely make ppl drool. there was some things that i'd got to know and spoilt my day. arghs.&lt;br /&gt;last week went shopping w my mum and there were 2 cvts! :D&lt;br /&gt;val is on clouds nine and fagged out at the same time. the week was packed and hardly have time to rest well. school ended at 3 plus 4 every mon to thurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes! we got our class tee design done! woos. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-117102681684012159?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/117102681684012159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=117102681684012159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/117102681684012159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/117102681684012159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/02/back-here-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-117102955452681904</id><published>2007-02-10T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T21:59:14.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some of my sedimental thoughts today.&lt;br /&gt;the releasing of o levels result,&lt;br /&gt;an important day that determine where they should go to further their studies.&lt;br /&gt;it kinda have a great impact on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to see all the seniors coming back,&lt;br /&gt;each w different expressions when they got their result slip.&lt;br /&gt;cried&lt;br /&gt;satisfied&lt;br /&gt;overjoyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was in charge of the previous 4-1 batch.&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt stand still and was getting anxious as well.&lt;br /&gt;most of them scored above average and&lt;br /&gt;top scorer got 8 distinctions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hmt ppl got theirs too.&lt;br /&gt;saw my mama trying to control his tears.&lt;br /&gt;saddness overwhelmed me.&lt;br /&gt;way beyond description.&lt;br /&gt;so heartaching to see some scoring As and got an E for eng.&lt;br /&gt;its such a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 mths&lt;br /&gt;35 wks&lt;br /&gt;255 days&lt;br /&gt;the day when i stepped into the examination hall.&lt;br /&gt;not pinning too much hope.&lt;br /&gt;just wishing that i could get into my desired poly and course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not gonna get defeated. jia you ppl!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-117102955452681904?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/117102955452681904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=117102955452681904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/117102955452681904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/117102955452681904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/02/some-of-my-sedimental-thoughts-today.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-116921244195666794</id><published>2007-01-20T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T21:31:11.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had so much to say, but i think its better to keep it short&amp;sweet. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;high&lt;/span&gt;lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd changed my shpd to jog. kinda sad as i normally stick w wt and she knows me the best. had our first shpding in the classroom. a guy came in and she said we were having some affairs as we din on the lights. xD 5 cvts this wk! gogogo!!&lt;br /&gt;and our beloved sotong is 16 le! :D our class sang bdae song her for the last few periods. den she was so shy. LOL. we got a new member as well. he will accompany us through thick and thin. &lt;3 had photo taking w kok for the rules i think. we keep changing and seemed like criminals taking the pics. (front view, side and then the back) we are the role models okay. laughs. all the tests coming up starting frm next wk.. sigh. having o's in less than 280 days according to 4/3's countdown. arghs. had a lil agruement w my mum. flared up and end up confiscating all my stuffs and am grounded. i wasnt annoyed nor give any attitude. (so-not-like-me).. i'm a bad girl. this is because i know he will be there for me. pouring his love and showing his concern when i'm down. den we came to a conclusion, saying tt i can only go for either cg or svc. woos. its better than nothing. i wont give up on him! so pls blessed ur beloved child to score this time and prove to her tt i can handle my things! no more movies, shoppings and hanging out for the next few weeks. i'll be able to make it w his presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a gd news to share. sch will start at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8.15 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; every tue frm 28 jan! wooos!! :D&lt;br /&gt;went back npcc for a while. was the photographer for the master parade. quite satisfied w the pics taken. (: and our photos were shown to the cadets. *digging a hole and hide myself*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;]..*getting to love you more each day//.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-116921244195666794?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/116921244195666794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=116921244195666794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/116921244195666794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/116921244195666794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/01/had-so-much-to-say-but-i-think-its.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-116800152561204562</id><published>2007-01-06T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T12:35:36.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>third day of sch. still haven get used to waking up early.&lt;br /&gt;mr burce became our form teacher and emaths was changed to mdm chong. liked mr bruce's way of interacting w us. gonna enjoy the sweet&amp;sour times of the days in wrs. (: and this is the first time my hair din get caught. lalalas. no splitting of classes for chi and mrs ngoh was taking our class. glad that its her as she is the only one who can make us finish our assignments. :p&lt;br /&gt;mama is sitting beside me even during eng lessons! wees. liked my current sitting arragement.. knew all the ppl ard me kinda well. hahas. cg at cwp. lunched at yoshinoya and this is the first time seeing the big bully in sch uniform. disturbed her a while and left.&lt;br /&gt;snap shots' time w shepherd! &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6373/1729/1600/325716/DSC00164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6373/1729/200/251471/DSC00164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6373/1729/1600/895582/DSC00180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6373/1729/200/108154/DSC00180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6373/1729/1600/562762/Image047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6373/1729/200/903772/Image047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6373/1729/1600/562762/Image047.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6373/1729/1600/562762/Image047.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-116800152561204562?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/116800152561204562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=116800152561204562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/116800152561204562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/116800152561204562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/01/third-day-of-sch.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-116799884959681903</id><published>2007-01-06T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T21:52:50.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back here blogging! (:&lt;br /&gt;my com had been having mood swing these few days.. maybe it wants me to concentrate on my studies uh.. *craps*&lt;br /&gt;went countdown w my cliques at marina. met at adm trying to complete my hw.. hmms, and we ended up chatting. reached, the place was flooded.&lt;br /&gt;1 hr of waiting;&lt;br /&gt;10 mins of fireworks;&lt;br /&gt;worth it. :D &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6373/1729/1600/249462/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6373/1729/200/907547/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6373/1729/1600/471817/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6373/1729/200/134178/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6373/1729/1600/194702/Image045.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6373/1729/1600/194702/Image045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6373/1729/200/67626/Image045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6373/1729/1600/64544/Image041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6373/1729/200/54331/Image041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6373/1729/1600/263724/Image034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6373/1729/200/606455/Image034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photographer: sim mao quan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked to bugis and managed to board the last train. phew~ we saw a jap look-alike guy on the train. first impressoin: SHUAI! jeanie's face turned red immediately. a typical "hua chi".. laughs. we thought of how she could get close to him, get his no. and stuffs. hilarious man. but after having a second &amp; clearer look at him, he isn't that handsome. just that he knew how to style his hair that suits him. din manage to get his pic, if not jean will definitely go crazy. he alighted at adm..! so coincidence. (:&lt;br /&gt;all went to stayover at jeanie's hse. our stomach were protesting and we went to the nearby coffeeshop except sq&amp;amp;zq. lazybums, the two stayed inside jean's room. *thoughts running wild* nth happened lar. xD&lt;br /&gt;watched a litre of tears- episode 1 and parts of 2. alright lar, not that touching..? eyelids seemed tonns and tata.. asleep. woke up at 7, had breakfast at vista point and back home. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;resolutions for 2007:&lt;br /&gt;-have Him as my first piority!&lt;br /&gt;-mugging &amp;amp; get into my desired poly&lt;br /&gt;-spend more time w my closed ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the old had gone and the new has come.&lt;br /&gt;it will be a great yr ahead! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-116799884959681903?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/116799884959681903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=116799884959681903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/116799884959681903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/116799884959681903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/01/back-here-blogging-my-com-had-been.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-116628857533492572</id><published>2006-12-16T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T16:01:45.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thursday was basically for me to do some revisions. but my eyes were fixed to tv and com the whole day. had been leaving my books alone for dun noe how many days. arghs. conclusion: did nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fri was out w np peeps. our dresscode was white but we told xy all were wearing black. we had gd intention actually, wanted her to stand out among the rest. lol. bused to habour front and shard bridge diagram to ah mao. met jas and sentosa, here we come! all were dragged into the water. the funny part was jas keep losing when playing scissors-paper-stone. hahas. it was drizzling and we went bathing. lunched and took cable car! fufilled xy's wish yar? (;&lt;br /&gt;next destination: jas hse! well furnished and like very cosy type. (: watched a magic of love. it was the usual magic show and tt kinda bored me in the begining. but the ending part touched me. teared? hahas.&lt;br /&gt;happy belated birthday xiaoying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our chairperson. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6373/1729/200/591230/PICT2963.jpg" border="0" /&gt; teddy bear lookalike. xD &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6373/1729/200/956847/PICT2943.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i'm taller! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6373/1729/200/157657/15-12-06_1531.jpg" border="0" /&gt; the eight. (:&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6373/1729/200/179822/PICT2946.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat was having x'mas sevice part 1! went dere w ling, jean, m.y and ky. some were the first time attending and thought that the service would be ppl sitting on the wooden bench listening to the preaching. it turned out quite interesting for them. (: none cross the line of faith but i'm sure tt i'm able to get at least one. not forcing but really have them feel the love of Him. went fareast for minyi's present. shopped w jean most of the time. keke. bought a tee and thinking back, i dun know why i bought it. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-116628857533492572?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/116628857533492572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=116628857533492572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/116628857533492572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/116628857533492572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2006/12/thursday-was-basically-for-me-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-116610897661733675</id><published>2006-12-14T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T15:32:22.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is the 3rd time i'm posting. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mon- wed&lt;br /&gt;BREAKTHROUGH CAMP!&lt;br /&gt;it was at sports sch. firstly, we had yhope olympics and i was in melt down w ruth. cheerleading had done a great job! ((: mis-match on day 2! had picnic in the hall and it was fun actually. preaching by ps david chen touched my heart and brought me nearer to Him. i was really impressed as to what ps had done. praise Him! ps also shared his stories to us and spent ard 1 hr on a pt! tt was interesting and managed to keep me awake. hahas. was refreshed after the concert. lots of things can across my mind as i was sitting at the netball court. din get tired though i only slept for 3 hrs the previous day. took a nap at ard 7. had phototakings and some shared testimony.&lt;br /&gt;really enjoyed these 3 days and i met my objectives! nice meeting priscilla and johnson. thanks to my cg members for praying for me. (: and the very impt thing- i think i dreamt and had conversations w Him! jumpjumps!! but i couldn't rmb vividly. arghs. pls come again, i'm desperate for you.                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6373/1729/200/631269/PICT2904.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6373/1729/200/636083/PICT2910.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6373/1729/200/66103/PICT2927.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6373/1729/200/358960/PICT2912.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6373/1729/200/868982/PICT2908.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                                         my cg ppl. &lt;3&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6373/1729/200/288782/PICT2926.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6373/1729/200/886670/FNWC1%2520the%2520rainbow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more pics coming up!! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-116610897661733675?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/116610897661733675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=116610897661733675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/116610897661733675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/116610897661733675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-is-3rd-time-im-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-116567135236547286</id><published>2006-12-10T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T15:28:46.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thurs&lt;br /&gt;met up w bs at sbw.. surprisingly, i wasn't late! :D lunched w the rest and headed to pasir ris. we had the chips buffet! the tibits were like our meals. hahas. acc van to arcade (wasting money basically).. though i played some of them games. :p saw a guy wearing npcc tee.. looked carefully and saw i-n-s-t-r-u-c-t-o-r at da back. *shakeheads*&lt;br /&gt;back to the room and its munching time again! hahas. played a game and bs, sis nd i were sort of like cheating. BUT when i took the smallest no, they din tell me and my forfeit is to perform slow dance. arghs. embarassed dao~&lt;br /&gt;uncle bought curry for our supper. fattening uh. -.- watched the badmintion match and photo taking time! wees~ took some funny pics in the begining.. w a click by yx, all were gone. he was very guilty and helped us to re-take all again. hahas. he even thought of some crazy shots and all went nuts. :D the batt was flat and we stopped the snap shots. ):&lt;br /&gt;had a nice chat w them. sharing lots of memories tgt.&lt;br /&gt;yx shared w us abt girls hair. we must try to keep it neat, the best is to have silky one. den try to use shampoo that is suitable whereby it can produce sweet scent. this could attract guys attention and rmb her. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;sis fell asleep. changed our topics.. we discussed abt what type of girls they liked.. what i can say is their thinkings were mature. lol. lastly, we talked abt parents! i think its better to keep it among ourselves. xD had a stroll at the beach in the morning. nice view but din get to see sunrise. humph. slept at 7 and went wild wild wet. saw miao wen and frens. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6373/1729/200/163277/PICT2848.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6373/1729/200/319801/PICT2846.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6373/1729/200/839757/PICT2844.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6373/1729/200/644686/PICT2850.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6373/1729/200/555119/PICT2872.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-116567135236547286?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/116567135236547286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=116567135236547286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/116567135236547286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/116567135236547286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2006/12/thurs-met-up-w-bs-at-sbw.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-116545239695663539</id><published>2006-12-08T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T08:56:00.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a short entry.&lt;br /&gt;had cg ytd. i saw the cutie- cindy! so excited when i saw her. kept staring till she looked at me. laughs. den cindy and jia yu both converted! wooo~ yihui and i paired up looking for "targets".. walked, watched the x'mas show. :p went to shop w wt and est and back hm. (:&lt;br /&gt;BIG BIG BULLY- qiiyinn, you din come and left me alone. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to van's chalet!~ hohohos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-116545239695663539?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/116545239695663539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=116545239695663539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/116545239695663539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/116545239695663539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2006/12/short-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-116451616947116512</id><published>2006-11-30T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T13:51:26.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:D&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt; *tri- happiness*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;JIATIAN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SILI &lt;/span&gt;going to CIBTC next fri! (gonna miss em)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;VIEN&lt;/span&gt; is back! happy sweet fifteen! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MANDY&lt;/span&gt; will be back on 14 dec!&lt;br /&gt;(for more enquires, pls ask miss chewy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;):&lt;/span&gt; dua- sadness &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;val fall sick.&lt;br /&gt;lots of hws/ revision undone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;result- 3:2&lt;br /&gt;sadness defeated. YAY. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-116451616947116512?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/116451616947116512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=116451616947116512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/116451616947116512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/116451616947116512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2006/11/ddd-tri-happiness-jiatian-sili-going.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-116436381312481796</id><published>2006-11-25T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T19:58:56.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;some pics frm the class bloggie! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6373/1729/1600/549706/x1pPHu2K6HCG6oE3PWcYBiDgaMYi1JS5y6Cru0M5-BF1cM0pOxiq7HvmEGu5XPO11ZVV7mWodSeIrtBcz8tYaa3LADXFTX1dvx-6h_i-k-5ANb3_gpEYNa_8A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6373/1729/200/581992/x1pPHu2K6HCG6oE3PWcYBiDgaMYi1JS5y6Cru0M5-BF1cM0pOxiq7HvmEGu5XPO11ZVV7mWodSeIrtBcz8tYaa3LADXFTX1dvx-6h_i-k-5ANb3_gpEYNa_8A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6373/1729/200/442558/x1pPHu2K6HCG6oE3PWcYBiDgeN69juLuhAv0F-FThW5O9C_JR6KOHWo6XhIsNyROreSMshiKMH3_4Hb9eDCy_nk4avRDuUL2kETxQ_b2a7f7SOHedrXnTpYPw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6373/1729/1600/475730/x1pPHu2K6HCG6oE3PWcYBiDgSfD0QF4Gi2LW3Ok0sXULAXPTuxwLMJvJCuqALMF-C1qiNOwF4PcYerefC8ik6HUmLet2blgbNl_uVmYkdq9G02prZBu2Wz0ww.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6373/1729/200/341928/x1pPHu2K6HCG6oE3PWcYBiDgSfD0QF4Gi2LW3Ok0sXULAXPTuxwLMJvJCuqALMF-C1qiNOwF4PcYerefC8ik6HUmLet2blgbNl_uVmYkdq9G02prZBu2Wz0ww.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;designed by: the chairperson- fy. ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ytd was jia tian's bdae. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;being her tumei, of cus din forget and had sent her the greetings! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so good uh? lalalas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;once again, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BDAE!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you lao le yi sui le.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;:DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-116436381312481796?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/116436381312481796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=116436381312481796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/116436381312481796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/116436381312481796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2006/11/some-pics-frm-class-bloggie-designed.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-116385279144047209</id><published>2006-11-19T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T22:40:26.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ytd&lt;br /&gt;went back sch for chem practical. tried titration and testing of the gases. den lunched w my girls. waited for shifu and frens. stoning at mac. -.-&lt;br /&gt;changed and went sam's hse! :D this was the very first time going and they said his dad was cool. indeed! he asked sq to wear a wig to scare us. shi lame de lor.&lt;br /&gt;left and went for pm. there isn't a "resturant" that was within our budget. so we went 7-11 for our sumptuous cup noodles. played w the bushes along the way. xD the theatre was WOW. so grand. the atmosphere was great! here came the hilarious part. we were jumping and realised that we were far away frm our original seats. we kept jumping to the left. lmao. i love all the songs!&lt;br /&gt;i want to go there again! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;having shepherding in the morning but due to time constrain.. postponed to next wk. :p learnt a lot this wk and hope i can grow and be transformed! (: met ger for dinner and found that the money was still in my wallet. i forgotten to give the form! panicking and called wt straight. she din ans the call! in a dun-noe-what-to-do state. luckily she texted and said can submit next wk. PHEW~ smiled. ((:&lt;br /&gt;camp is coming as well! screammsss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deadbeat. BUT its worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-116385279144047209?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/116385279144047209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=116385279144047209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/116385279144047209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/116385279144047209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2006/11/ytd-went-back-sch-for-chem-practical.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-116359106480921793</id><published>2006-11-16T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T19:44:24.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NAME 13 OF YOUR CLASSMATES/FRIENDSTHAT YOU CAN THINK OF RIGHT NOW.BEST IN BOYS AND GIRLS.&lt;br /&gt;*1) Meiying&lt;br /&gt;*2) Ziqin&lt;br /&gt;*3) Vien&lt;br /&gt;*4) Germain&lt;br /&gt;*5) Leeanne&lt;br /&gt;*6) Daddy&lt;br /&gt;*7) Kok siang&lt;br /&gt;*8) Zhenkang&lt;br /&gt;*9) Rongqian&lt;br /&gt;*10) Qiuhua&lt;br /&gt;*11) Minkai&lt;br /&gt;*12) The chens' sisters&lt;br /&gt;*13) Kylie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet 10?&lt;br /&gt;same sch previously and same CCA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you do if you never met 1?&lt;br /&gt;hmms, things won't go as smoothly ba. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen 4 cried?&lt;br /&gt;yupps. but that had been quite a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think 10 is cute?&lt;br /&gt;YEPPS. i'm jealous. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you get to know 8?&lt;br /&gt;through npcc, sch mates for 3 yrs.&lt;br /&gt;my bro as well. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever go on a a date with 12?&lt;br /&gt;yea. its my honnour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's 7 favourite colour?&lt;br /&gt;hmms, maybe the auspiscious colour?&lt;br /&gt;not really sure but i knew he likes chicken little lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you do if 6 express his/her love for you?&lt;br /&gt;hmms, I LOVE HIM TOO. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is 4 going out with?&lt;br /&gt;ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is 5 to you?&lt;br /&gt;my shepherd! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;crazy and nv fails to make the ppl ard her smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever live with 13?&lt;br /&gt;ya, if not i would be alone for the past 15 yrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 2 single?&lt;br /&gt;NO. she's attached to me. lalalas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about 3?&lt;br /&gt;pretty girl w fair skin and attractive eyes. cheerful and BLUR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the best about 8?&lt;br /&gt;act cute. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think you like about 11?&lt;br /&gt;TALL. sociable and nice to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fav memory with 6?&lt;br /&gt;uncountable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW TAG 6 PEOPLE TO DO THIS...&lt;br /&gt;*1) Vien&lt;br /&gt;*2) Germain&lt;br /&gt;*3) Leeanne&lt;br /&gt;*4) Kok siang&lt;br /&gt;*5) Chens' sisters&lt;br /&gt;*6) MQ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-116359106480921793?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/116359106480921793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=116359106480921793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/116359106480921793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/116359106480921793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2006/11/name-13-of-your-classmatesfriendsthat.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-116330718694740989</id><published>2006-11-13T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T18:52:53.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>class BBQ on fri! ain't that high but overall its still alright. went to qy's hse to get the food and to the pit. there's a competition btw the two gender. the winner should be obvious. lol. bbq-ed marshmallows were nice! :D ate and took pics. only mr roy and whelan came. chong, lim and the rest din keep their words. ): wanli was being nagged. hahas. love mr roy's baby! cutteee.&lt;br /&gt;*skip skip*&lt;br /&gt;cleared the area and went to shifu's hse. sang bdae songs for sept, oct, nov and dec babies. -.- bathed and sat down in the living room. had our supper and fy was fast asleep by then. exercised our eyes during the game which last for 2 hrs i think. i blinked and wilson and he did so to me. then found out that both of us were murderers. LOL. our forfeit was true or dare. sam suggested a dare punishment which no one dares to do. laughs.&lt;br /&gt;ate again. fattening uh. crapped till 5 plus. managed to get 30 mins nap and went down. strolling ard the area. saw zq and vin. the rest came down as well and breakfast tgt. it was shifu's treat again. so nice of his family. (:&lt;br /&gt;went for service after that. beliver's meeting was still alright but for the sermon, i was real sleepy. ): sang and loved the worshiping! reached hm and slept. woke up at 11, ate and went to bed. sound so like a piggy's life. LOL. &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr roy's baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6373/1729/200/PICT2448.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;retards. xD&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6373/1729/200/PICT2471.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;zq and me.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6373/1729/200/607661/menqin1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-116330718694740989?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/116330718694740989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=116330718694740989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/116330718694740989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/116330718694740989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2006/11/class-bbq-on-fri-aint-that-high-but.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-116297106430870492</id><published>2006-11-10T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T21:42:30.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7 RANDOM FACTS ABOUT ME:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-dreamer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-unpredictable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-blur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-do crazy stuffs w someone i'm close with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-can get along w frens well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-smile a lot? lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-choc lurver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7 THINGS THAT SCARES ME:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-cats!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-cockcroaches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-insects that crawl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-insects that fly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-backstabbers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-hypocrites&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-dispirited&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-conflicts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-failing subs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 FAVOURITE MUSIC AT THE MOMENT:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-tui hou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-bai se feng che&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-i still believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-zai jian &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-goodbye my love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 PEOPLE I FANCY:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-current buddies i'm hanging out w&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-pri sch mates-darlings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-my "family members"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-WANG RENFU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 THINGS I SAE MOST:&lt;br /&gt;-huh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-derh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-hahas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-aiyo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-diaos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-lame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 PEOPLE NEXT TO DO THIS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-anyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-who &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-frens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-list &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to mq: i'm so obedient! :D&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-116297106430870492?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/116297106430870492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=116297106430870492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/116297106430870492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/116297106430870492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2006/11/7-random-facts-about-me-dreamer.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-116280586230738630</id><published>2006-11-07T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T10:27:58.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back frm atc! missed spore's water so much.&lt;br /&gt;1st day&lt;br /&gt;chat w the sec 2s on the journey and took a nap. totally drained when we reached the campsite. fy and i were in the same grp. jumpjumps! glad to see evg peeps dere too. :D den we proceed on to pitch our tent. had some games in the night. first was wacko and there was one game which we had "alliance" w other grp. ke ai.&lt;br /&gt;had campfire discussion while some went to the tunnel game. dun noe what was that called. the instructor whispered to us abt the alien invasion blah blah. cindy was the first and led us. "cindy wo ai ni!" lol. we were nuts.&lt;br /&gt;lights off den. but some things occured so din manage to get some sleep. prayed, talked, entertained ourselves. hahas. the threesome had stars glazing tgt. beautiful sight. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day&lt;br /&gt;pt was shiok! ran to the sec 2 campsite and back again. perspire lots and felt refreshed. our grp guys were so gentlemen. helped us take the rations and cleared the area every meal. totally different frm last yr. we had atf first followed by rafting then bss. the high element kinda scary. jing you walked damn fast man! zx was below teasing me. -.- the instructors were on his side. so bad. =X rafting was not as fun. and bss was by zhi peng sir. nice yea. :D&lt;br /&gt;our performance for campfire- the origin of gako the frog (grp 1) combined w the ad on gummy pizza (grp 2). a nice combination. but zp sir left before the campfire. ):&lt;br /&gt;here comes the CAMPFIRE! screamss* satisfied although wasn't as high compared to previous yr. we had our area 1 cheer. got addicted to it. iresistable man! esp the "xi shuashua xi shuashua xi shuashua" love it lots. xD thanks to jasper. crapped w sir gary. keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd day&lt;br /&gt;had area cleaning in the morning and my grp got to pick up litters in the campfire area and the field. lucky dao~ t.h sir gave us some tips. he was really a nice CI. we din dislike you ya. took pics before leaving. (:&lt;br /&gt;sang some songs led by zx when going back to the jetty. fun fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;this will be probably my last time going to the campsite. gonna miss the ppl and this is the best camp ever! got to know new frens and CIs. :p&lt;br /&gt;lastly, grp 2 ROX! &lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-116280586230738630?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/116280586230738630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=116280586230738630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/116280586230738630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/116280586230738630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2006/11/back-frm-atc-missed-spores-water-so.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-116238631716715126</id><published>2006-11-02T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T21:08:17.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went for class ytd and got to know tingting! cute girl. (: after that went to hope office w wt and ziying. felt kinda uneasy as i dun really knew her. but she is nice to us. having conversations and got to know that her sis knew my sis and i knew her. such a small world. did ard 300 copies and went home. a fruitful day spent! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;sleepy day. ngoh gonna teach us for the intensive lessons and finished the tb in 5 days! eyelids were heavy and it closed for a while. lucky me, din get caught. hahas. mr roy was like bullet train, i can't catch up. -.- have to read up myself yar. having hws on the first day. :(&lt;br /&gt;after lessons went to meet wt for outreaching. kinda fun and made new frens! it was my first time and kinda reluctant to take my first step. and i did it! successful one. tiring and saw teens doing some "charity". halfed of the money gets into their pocket, so was that really charity..? but have to admit that it wasn't an easy task and get used to rejections and faced the nasty ppl. conclusion- money is hard to earn!&lt;br /&gt;this mark the end of my day. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-116238631716715126?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/116238631716715126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=116238631716715126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/116238631716715126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/116238631716715126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2006/11/went-for-class-ytd-and-got-to-know.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-116221487438367245</id><published>2006-10-31T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T21:31:15.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gemini woman&lt;br /&gt;A good looking woman with brains, a very interesting person. She has a fast movement and she could not sit still or stand still long. She is able to do many things at the same time and do it fast. If you date her, you will feel like dating many women at the same time. You can not tie her down with the word "Love" because she cares about love but is it not a major factor of her life. You have to be able to adjust yourself to get along with her many different characters.&lt;br /&gt;She is a dreamer and has many dreams. She eager to learn something new all the time. Even she is the 2 in 1 mixed character type, she is quite lucky in love. You have to put all your efforts to win her affection. Even when she likes you and wonder about your wit, she will also see and inspect your bad side at the same time, because it is in her nature.&lt;br /&gt;She able to keep all kinds of mixed emotions without annoying you or letting you know at all. She can cheer you up by acting like a free little bird. Her conversation will not bored you. She able to talk to you in any subjects. She can make you feel like you are the luckiest man alive. She can make you feel like she needs all your care, but once she needs to stand alone, she can stand alone firmly an comfortably. She can be your best buddy and talk to you about anything. She can join all your activities with the same energy that you have.&lt;br /&gt;She is a quick wit person and learn new things very fast. She can see your projects and she can give you good advice. If she thinks you are not sure that you want her for yourself, she will act like your best friend only, a cool woman. She can easily make a guy fall in love with her. Her multiple changes and many moods is a "Charm" for many men.&lt;br /&gt;She can be laughing for 2 minutes and later suddenly quiet. She wants to find only 1 true love and she wants to meet her dream guy. She expects a lot and nearly too much. She is constantly waiting for her knight shinning armor even she is with a steady boy friend. She can fall in love or fond of someone else while she is with you. If you break up with her, she will forget you quite fast, because change is in her nature. The Gemini woman breaks more heart than woman in other Zodiac. Because she is a dreamer and always waiting for her knight shinning armor, so her love life can be complex or a mess.&lt;br /&gt;She hates to write a long letter, so if you write her a letter and expect a prompt reply, forget it. Because she has a multiple personality and multiple ideas, so she hates to put them down in written proof. Because she knows what she belief today can be different tomorrow. She could communication with more than 1 languages , a real gifted linguistic.&lt;br /&gt;If she wants to tell you any bad comments, she won't say it straight away, but she will talk to you about many other things and accidentally come to that subject without offending you. Normally she will not lie.&lt;br /&gt;She will work hard and once a while take a long rest. She can get bored and tired with her own surrounding more than at work. She never feel content with her present work, money, or reputations, she will drive to have more. Don't ask her what is her ultimate contentment for she will not have an answer.&lt;br /&gt;Once you get to know her, she will be a supportive person and always be beside you. She has a beautiful dream and she loves to have someone walk side by side with her, together and equally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS MINKY! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-116221487438367245?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/116221487438367245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=116221487438367245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/116221487438367245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/116221487438367245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2006/10/gemini-woman-good-looking-woman-with.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-116221417920874572</id><published>2006-10-31T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T21:16:19.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a trip to science centre for the course. i was early today. lalalas. we were early and chong gave us some free time to walk ard. nth fun to play w. =X crapped w him and invited him to the bbq. we are good students. xD lunched for 2 hrs! ELATED. (: chong treated us drinks and went to jurong pt to kill time. it was drizzling den and it got heavier. ran all the way back and by the time we reached there, the rain got smaller. -.- today is not my day. felt sleepy after the meal and was half asleep for the lesson. lol. only qy got the DNA after so much time spent. derhh.&lt;br /&gt;overall its kinda fun. did experiments that will nv do in sch and knew some extra info. and the best thing is we get to wear the white coat and gloves. looked so like dentist. laughs. took some pics and off we go. met up w ger and jogged. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-116221417920874572?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/116221417920874572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=116221417920874572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/116221417920874572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/116221417920874572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2006/10/trip-to-science-centre-for-course.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-116200504221648402</id><published>2006-10-29T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T22:02:57.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ytd&lt;br /&gt;this was the first time going out w so many peeps (excluding class gathering). 10 girls and 15 guys. almost everywhere could get to see them. lol. met up at cwp and surprisingly, none was really late. hahas. on the way was kinda sleepy. reached and its quite a distance frm the rental shop to the beginner's ring. i took 15 mins or more to reached there. so pro. xD took my first step to go out to the pathway blading w my "xiao jie's" assistance. (:&lt;br /&gt;fell down twice after wanli said those who fell is ben dan. lol. lunched at mac and went vivo city. getting a cab frm there was difficult. we are the third to leave. hahas. saw wt dere..! (: watched the prestige- thanks to mr chang. nice show yar. the cinema was freezing cold. -.-&lt;br /&gt;came back to woodlands and had our dinner. wanli is definitely &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; a gentleman. unlike henry who sent zq home. keke. exhausted and went into my sweet dreams. fun day. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;went for believer's meeting den the service. zp and ting xi were dere too! :D i can't recognise ting xi. the preaching by pastor ben was way too chim. -.- jogina explained the whole sermon to us again. hahas. went p.s a while and back home!&lt;br /&gt;thanks wt for the teachings and being so patient w me and lotsa stuffs that you did! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-116200504221648402?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/116200504221648402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=116200504221648402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/116200504221648402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/116200504221648402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2006/10/ytd-this-was-first-time-going-out-w-so.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-116186334177306222</id><published>2006-10-27T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T19:49:01.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>watched kung fu in class and slept. den we proceed to the hall to watch deeparaya's performance. lame dao..~ had a short speech for ms cheah as she was leaving and she cried! omg.&lt;br /&gt;had extended recess and had amaths lesson. goshh. i bet none of us were listening. all were very restless. looked for ivy sis after that and sry that i fly aeroplane. paiseh. =X&lt;br /&gt;after sch, craving for pizzas and went w fy and kok. met samuel and this rich guy treated us ice cream! (: walked aimlessly in cwp and went home. shifu called just now and felt so lost. i don't know what can i do. sigh. am i too emotional..? hais.&lt;br /&gt;last day of sch. ): and (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-116186334177306222?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/116186334177306222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=116186334177306222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/116186334177306222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/116186334177306222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2006/10/watched-kung-fu-in-class-and-slept.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-116175993104736420</id><published>2006-10-26T07:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T19:07:12.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's puppet show is nice. (: at least it managed to keep me laugh. during a maths, did some qns i learnt previously and realised i had totally forgotten. and the formulas i memorised are ALL gone. arghs. phy was kinda bored and i still dun understand some parts. sigh. should i drop this sub next yr?&lt;br /&gt;will have h-i-p till 15 nov. but we dun have to reach sch at 7.15. YAY! my polive knowledge clashed w my lessons. mdm wants me to go and i wished i could go for the lessons. if not i'll have a hard time catching up. sian diaos. -,-&lt;br /&gt;walked home w fy and shared secrets w her. :p and i got to know one shocking news! regain my freedom and would not feel so awkward. will be having bbq w the class peeps soon! so excited and hoped i can stay over at zp's hse. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;kim jung-hoon (lu jun)-&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHUAI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-116175993104736420?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/116175993104736420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=116175993104736420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/116175993104736420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/116175993104736420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2006/10/todays-puppet-show-is-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-116152661176054213</id><published>2006-10-23T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T22:16:51.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright.. starting off w friday event. it was thinking day and i was one of the helpers of explo-dex. a maths game basically. i got quite excited when telling 1/5 guys (first grp) the rules. they were quite enthu so nth much happen. soon, i got bored explaining for 5 to 6 times. den the "reward" for the winner among the four is to give out the cards. hahas. this showed how fortunate the first grp is, i gave out and packed the cards okay! lol. sili and eunice came to look for us during the break. played a game w them. not to let the sec 4s lose face, i gave in a bit la. lol. fun afterall. (:&lt;br /&gt;met the sec 2s at 1. talked to them and let them noe how we felt abt the np stuffs. no drills! :D had a lecture on neighbourhood watch. it was a lullaby to me. x) crapped w fy to keep myself awake. took the test and that's all. -end of training-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat was a meaningful day. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;went to ivy sis hse ard evening. she teached me some chem- vomit blood. :x chat kinda lot and went home sweet home. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sun met up w wt and daddy. saw darling, wanli and samuel. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lazy to write the details. xDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-116152661176054213?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/116152661176054213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=116152661176054213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/116152661176054213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/116152661176054213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2006/10/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-116119394473441757</id><published>2006-10-18T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T01:58:08.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's lessons were boring. eyes were staring on my books, telling my brains to start working. but seemed like no use uh. yawning 10 over times in 3 periods of maths. 50% went in only. arghs.&lt;br /&gt;after recess was toy car making. sch is so nice to us, and thought of such a BRILLIANT post exam actvities for us. faints. me and fy ended up drawing, playing balloons and disturbing wenhui. =X i liked the piggy one!&lt;br /&gt;went suki. an army guy frm the next table keep staring at us. esp the red specs fellow. -.- fy was like a small kiddy! pengs. i dun rmb mq went w us. :p&lt;br /&gt;i missed the cream puffs lots. lamey game played and forgotten what incident made us went crazy. mq kept snapping w/o letting us know. there is still room for improvement cos you are caught! tata. :))&lt;br /&gt;decided not to post fy photos as that will tarnish her reputation. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6373/1729/1600/Image(089).3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6373/1729/200/Image%28089%29.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its also graduation day for the sec 4s and 5s today. sad to see them leave. some really made an impact in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly is sili. got to know her through ivy sis before i entered npcc. first impression is she seemed very sociable and caring. she was there when i was really down. giving me a helping hand and helped me to get out of agony. taught me kinda lot of personal stuffs and shared her experiences w me. really grateful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;my forever idol.&lt;/span&gt; lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, is germimah, sry if i spell it wrongly. got to know her recently. very patient and helped me academically. nice girl to be with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;no regrets knowing her.&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thirdly, ivy sis. the first sec 2 senior when i first entered wrs. lots of crapps and normally i gave in to her as her suanings were invincible?! lol. dotes on me a lot and nv fails to bring me some laughters.&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i love her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having the best to the last, and that will be TIAN SHIFU! got to know her through npcc. communicate with her more in the begining of my sec 3 life. she's willing to play chldish games w me! the one whom i can really rely on and gets to know my everything basically. chatting w her brightens up my day and gave me advices when i'm in need. her "talks" on positive thinkings enlightened me. taught me losta stuffs as well. i appreciated that a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A BIG HUGGIE TO YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like what shifu said, you all will remain in my heart and will rub it when i misses you all. lol.&lt;br /&gt;take good care and jia you for o's! ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-116119394473441757?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/116119394473441757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=116119394473441757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/116119394473441757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/116119394473441757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2006/10/todays-lessons-were-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-116099760123876913</id><published>2006-10-17T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T19:24:43.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>killed by chemistry and physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHOT &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DEAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-116099760123876913?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/116099760123876913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=116099760123876913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/116099760123876913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/116099760123876913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2006/10/killed-by-chemistry-and-physics.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-116092079445425655</id><published>2006-10-16T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T15:17:34.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ytd went c.service w van. NICE! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den rot at aunt's hse till my cousins came. kinda bored and played w the mahjiong quest.. 4 of us squeezed tgt trying to see the screen of the laptop. got hooked to it den. LOL. yx was more handsome then before.. as for bs, din change cos our last meet up is like only 1 mth before. hahas. bs scored 4 points for prelims. freaking smart arse. x) used all my acids to suan him. lalalas.&lt;br /&gt;we played one very lame game just to get the 4D numbers for the adults. *salute to them*&lt;br /&gt;alright, after that we went back to the room and i went to look through van's books out of boredom. so much of memories.. like how i studied for ss during PSLE, den learning the abacus which i totally forgotten now. chat w bs abt the times where i stayed in his hse.. lots of things. and the very one thing that he rmb clearly is i was reluctant to wake up every morning and had very unique sleeping posture. lmao. xD&lt;br /&gt;previously, when we had any gatherings, we hoped that our parents could chat longer and we could play w childish games and do anything we could think of. there was once they chat till 5 in the morning! having so much fun tgt. as for now, still as close but there seemed to be a wider gap and so much things to worry abt. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I DUN WANT TO GROW UP!&lt;/span&gt; i dun want to stay at this age either. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, woke up at 11.. had been waking up at 8.30 every sun for tuition.. and finally, i can sleep as long as i want! pig* cleared all my books and table is so much neater. so proud of myself. hahas. slack at home and dinner w daddy! schooling tml, hope it won't be a bad one. *prays*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY WANLI! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-116092079445425655?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/116092079445425655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=116092079445425655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/116092079445425655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/116092079445425655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2006/10/ytd-went-c.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-116079800082390141</id><published>2006-10-14T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T11:53:20.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EXAMS OVER! i'm over the moon. :D&lt;br /&gt;the science papers are killers. my humanities were illegible.&lt;br /&gt;rahhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;not gonna make myself sad over that currently.&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd, had our last paper and went k-box w "xiao nu zi". i can't really rmb the details.. we spent ard 5 hrs in there screaming our lungs out. *jumps* tuned the volume loud enough to blast our ears. ppl that walked past outside was covering their ears. even the male waiter that came in abruptly tried not to burst into laughter. x) not giving us face. i really really dun think we sound that bad. lol. did crazy stuffs, jumping on the seats, making our own sign language etc. sang a total of 66 songs. incredible!&lt;br /&gt;its a good place to de-stress. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today went to ngee ann poly for the chemical and biomolecular engineering workshop. what a long name. -.- arrived late in sch but was lucky to get away as mrs whelan was later than me! aug wasn't as fortunate and got a lecture frm her. hahas. made nylon and slime gel w zq and yujing. i want to make ice cream de! humph. unexpectedly, it turned out to be a fun one! the refreshments were nice too. (: on the way back, was teasing shifu and zq. they are having some ai-mei things yar. laughs. planning to have a chalet and whole class pon sch on fri. the vice head perfect is to be blamed if the whole class went missing as he suggested it. LOL. reached sch, took a grp pic w "whelan sign".. xD&lt;br /&gt;before that, we got to know that there were &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;failures for chem. i'm definitely one of them. even god can't save me now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-116079800082390141?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/116079800082390141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=116079800082390141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/116079800082390141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/116079800082390141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2006/10/exams-over-im-over-moon.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-115891370365984540</id><published>2006-09-23T07:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T16:30:50.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>these few days had been quite busy. for now, gotta be more serious in work, paying extra attention during lessons, revising the past few mths stuffs.. tiring yea. got the slightest improvement for my bio. kinda glad about that and out of top 6, but closed to be in top 10. a maths paper was killing. have to be prepared for the worst. as for the bet w samuel, we got a tie. =.=&lt;br /&gt;after today's lesson, we went to mac for "escape".. lol. then clarify my doubts in phy and chem. shifu was patient enough and din faint! just a bit heart attack and pek chek. :p thanks for always coaching me! think i am the most difficult to handle disciple. lol.&lt;br /&gt;on wed, mr daniel lim taught us some thermal thingy and talk crap.. i talked to him in mandrin and he replied me in eng. his mandrin was bad?! LOL. and i realised his teaching skills improved. using our language to teach and i'm not that confused. (:&lt;br /&gt;then we organised a combined peer-tutoring(phy- chem-bio) grp by ourselves! zp was the organiser. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;counting down:&lt;br /&gt;6 more days- english language&lt;br /&gt;13 more days- geo and so on&lt;br /&gt;20 more days- a maths (the last one!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the battle is about to begin..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-115891370365984540?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/115891370365984540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=115891370365984540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/115891370365984540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/115891370365984540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2006/09/these-few-days-had-been-quite-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-115841012814770310</id><published>2006-09-17T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T20:38:38.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>meet up w wt and yi shi at adm. i'm late! so paiseh. =X lunched at cck and met up w the rest. was not in close terms w em, kinda uneasy lars. but can't denied that they are really nice ppl! :) got to know jing ting- another "ting".. lol. the performance was cool! funny short video clips.. the songs brought up the atmosphere and we sang kinda lot of em. the translater was like anxious?! hilarious. had finale and ended. ate at the foodcourt w the girls. some of them were only pri 6! stunned. alvin wore a nice black formal tee and of course, it was ex. lol.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to wt's dad sending me home. wt too! accompanied me throughout the day. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 more days to eoy..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-115841012814770310?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/115841012814770310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=115841012814770310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/115841012814770310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/115841012814770310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2006/09/meet-up-w-wt-and-yi-shi-at-adm.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-115833262412235473</id><published>2006-09-16T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T20:43:13.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>took a short nap during silent reading.&lt;br /&gt;PE is FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;greenies V.S the blues.&lt;br /&gt;green was more united. all tied the "green rope" on our wrist. LOL. :) our guys tied on their forehead! ke ai. our team was like running and screaming w the ball. den got one in blue team (dun want mention name) went to the wrong goal. pengs. =P phy den. alright ba. understood what mr lim was explaining. FINALLY. lol. shifu did help along the way. (:&lt;br /&gt;approached ms wong abt geo stuffs and went mac. saw wt again! lol.&lt;br /&gt;got some secrets frm lee wah. keke. jia you my girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-115833262412235473?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/115833262412235473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=115833262412235473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/115833262412235473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/115833262412235473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2006/09/took-short-nap-during-silent-reading.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-115789729618017427</id><published>2006-09-12T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T19:36:41.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sunday&lt;br /&gt;tuition in the morning and went jean's hse. i'm the first to reach! send my wishes and played dun-noe-what-game. lol. her dad is so cute.. did some chem hw in 4 hrs or so. chatting most of the time.. :p cheeky guys used jean's msn to chat w shinyee.. and she even knew its sze zhen who typed all those crap. PRO~ den guys played mahjong and cards. likes to gamble so much. -.- LOL. zm came as well, he bought a bag for jean. a very ex one.. we wanna buy that initially too. whew.. if not she gonna have two identical bags, even the colour! lol.&lt;br /&gt;meet up w daddy for dinner. long time nv see him ler! :D met xh and samuel outside kfc, den fang came as well. darlings and samuel were chatting w their language and me gong diaos. my antenna quite short, dun really know what happened. lol.&lt;br /&gt;my shoes were still wet. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HAPPY BDAE TO MY DARLING- JEANIE ONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;saw daddy uh..? he seemed to be in a rush. cme lesson was alright. and for the rest of the lessons, i'm in my lalaland. sleepy day for me. we just get to know that our first paper is on 28th sept, which is in two wks time. rahhh. gonna study eat sleep for the next one month. no life. but thinking on the brighter side, i can relax in the mid of oct! lol.&lt;br /&gt;have fun studying! (comforting myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;=] ..happy bdae germain.. [=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-115789729618017427?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/115789729618017427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=115789729618017427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/115789729618017427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/115789729618017427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2006/09/sunday-tuition-in-morning-and-went.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-115781475111883818</id><published>2006-09-10T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T19:03:34.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woke up at 6.30 in the morning! earlier than the time i had to force myself waking up during schooling. xp us w 2 other classes went to sungei loyang for CIP. was self high on the way dere. lol. cleared the unwanted stuffs w gloves on. but the gloves are not waterproof, chong bluffed us. =/ it was dirty yar, having difficulty getting my shoes out of the muddy patches.&lt;br /&gt;ling was so hardworking! i was like "eating snake" after clearing a portion of it. i did continue clearing after a rest. lol. there was one area nearer to the shore where dere were lots of water bottles, shoes.. and even a wok! maybe some "immigrants" stayed dere before. =X and finally, it's done! :D we had to get across to the other side.. it was higher tide den. my girls and i cross the "stream" tgt. it reaches slightly higher than my knee. gosh, i'm short. -.- washed up and went back sch! famished, gobbled the cake and sandwich on bus. thanks peixian for being our leader of the day. *claps for you* x)&lt;br /&gt;had a talk w mama before that, he sounded so sad and having gastric pain too.. awww. he even offered to treat me drinks after the clean up. how nice! :D lunched at mac and headed to shifu's hse.. he brought the wrong set of keys out. diaos. his sis is real MAN. LOL. sam, together w shifu really clicks. will nv fail to hear our laughters w them ard.&lt;br /&gt;one incident is that shifu's sis was playing w her yang qin.. den jx said it was zao yin(noise pollution). sam asked if that was his sis name. lmao. xD&lt;br /&gt;his mum bought us pastries and grass jelly for our tea-break. and tibits after the break! lol. played monopoly w them a while and that sort of bored us. i went to lie on the bed again. ;p they played cards and crap.. bought choc milk tea and went home. (:&lt;br /&gt;happy bdae to ivin and zhen yang! :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-115781475111883818?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/115781475111883818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=115781475111883818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/115781475111883818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/115781475111883818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2006/09/woke-up-at-6.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-115760698945148057</id><published>2006-09-07T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T14:14:37.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had our 2nd class drill test.. weets. its over! :D and all of us passed. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;it rained half way when we were taking our test, god is on our side. lol. if not we gonna die of exhaustion. not that exaggerating lars. xp just that it wasn't slack. den should be kok commanding the squad, it ended up me taking over. suay dao.. still kena hit on my butt. =X hmms, kinda like his style of teaching (excluding the pervert stuffs), strict but still got some laughters. down 50 and half squad 60 i think. hiong sia.&lt;br /&gt;rushed to tuition den the lesson haven start. only 5 ppl were there. pathetic lars. lol. it's the girls world. usually is the guys toking non stop. today is the opposite! having lotsa fun. :D zx came at 6.30 and lesson ending at 7. COOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;--happy bdae fangyi//. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-115760698945148057?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/115760698945148057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=115760698945148057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/115760698945148057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/115760698945148057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2006/09/had-our-2nd-class-drill-test.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-115736261954955864</id><published>2006-09-05T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T01:01:49.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you still own a space deep;&lt;br /&gt;deep in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;the one i knew few mths back&lt;br /&gt;vanished from my sight.&lt;br /&gt;there is no way to deny;&lt;br /&gt;you never come back again.&lt;br /&gt;it is too late to regret now&lt;br /&gt;and i know it is an illusion;&lt;br /&gt;that never be real.&lt;br /&gt;no longer like before.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-115736261954955864?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/115736261954955864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=115736261954955864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/115736261954955864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/115736261954955864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-still-own-space-deep-deep-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-115738822287796051</id><published>2006-09-03T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T00:53:07.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went kuishin-bo to celebrate mr chang's bdae. thumbs up! esp the choc dip.. drools* they bought him a cake and we sang bdae song for him.. shared and bought a bear for him too. :) went to watch the devil wears prada. it was his treat again. bu hao yi si lehs. we stood outside the arcade for 1 hr, deciding where we want to go. -.- den jean, ly and zm went kbox, yl and i went to ivy sis bbq. on the train back, i had no idea why he came to my mind and my mood went straight down. went home directly and apologise to jie.. she seemed disappointed lars, but fortunately it din affect her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BDAE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to mr chang and ivy sis!&lt;br /&gt;not forgetting wilson and vincent~!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-115738822287796051?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/115738822287796051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=115738822287796051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/115738822287796051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/115738822287796051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2006/09/went-kuishin-bo-to-celebrate-mr-changs.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-115703529479617854</id><published>2006-09-01T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T22:13:36.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy teachers' Day!&lt;br /&gt;lessons before recess were as usual. my chi techer is leaving, kinda miss her.. though i dislike her teaching methods and was like attitude when i first get to know her. lol. BIO- was being mentioned for more than 5 times?! keep using me as eg blah blah. smth is fishy. mr roy's lesson! he showed us his baby's pics. very adorable. ^.^ the way he played w his son is hilarious! meet qiuyan a while. disappointing, tot got a major change in her hairstyle. lol. celebration wasn't as good. boring at times lars. wasn't in high spirits. -.- went irvin's hse to meet vien and frens. its akward in da begining, some things occured during my pri sch days ya. glad that all the hatred is gone! :D they made cookies for the teachers. "the cookies can be eaten right?" part of it entered my mouth and both of them couldn't stop me in time. lmao.&lt;br /&gt;here we go, reaching the sch gate and not allowing to go in. someone smokes in gwp's toilet.. wth. ms ou came.. she din change for ages and still wearing socks w sandals. -.-" *no offence* she haven found her mr right. alright, we are supposed to visit mr chua and mrs lim.. mrs lim gained some weight i suppose.. good life uh. the great thing is mr chua rmb me! wen zi! lalalas. he owed vien's a treat at pizza hut cos he din have time to entertain us. forgotten her name as well. hohoho!&lt;br /&gt;ye jie's treat at mac and went to jireh's pen-house. *delighted* rich guys ya. was spacious and in love w his room! the scenery is great! he played piano and guitar.. impressive! canon-in-D is his best piece i think. :D guys played w xbox and girls went to his room and took pics! keke. "sheep eat grass" was our photographer. hope can stayover at his hse w 6A peeps after eoy someday. or having BBQ or other stuffs. hope to meet them during the hols.&lt;br /&gt;gerald is obessed w vien. so sweet w his shy shy look. :p i took pic w my and vien is w gerald. SINGLE EYELID guys are really more attractive..?! lol. have fun w you guys today.&lt;br /&gt;6A'03 rocks! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6373/1729/1600/group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6373/1729/200/group.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*misses*&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6373/1729/1600/PICT1950.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6373/1729/200/PICT1950.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guitarist of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6373/1729/1600/PICT1954.7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6373/1729/200/PICT1954.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see the difference? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6373/1729/1600/PICT1998.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6373/1729/200/PICT1998.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sswwweeeettt couple. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6373/1729/1600/PICT2003.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6373/1729/200/PICT2003.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our last shot. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-115703529479617854?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/115703529479617854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=115703529479617854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/115703529479617854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/115703529479617854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-teachers-day-lessons-before.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-115684046758532341</id><published>2006-08-30T07:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T14:35:56.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;start off w my chi lessons. i can't finish the paper! really have no confidence this time. that affects me ya. having bio test after recess, den had some last min revision before it. i think the paper wasn't that tough.. hope can get out of the top 10.&lt;br /&gt;here comes the freaking thing. we went to look for our geo teacher to ask if we could join the lessons for the obs peeps. she agreed but we have to go for the visit and wished we could be excused for it. the visit is really like useless, and totally NOT interested in it.&lt;br /&gt;the teachers had their conversations and ms wong couldn't help.. SHE INSISTED THAT WE &lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MUST&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; GO FOR THE VISIT. we dun want to argue w her and left. next, was called out to meet her when we assembled in the hall. sensing that she was not happy, we din utter a word to irritate her. but that doesn't mean that she anything she wished to insult us. and of course, i'm unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;i have to put my studies at my first piority! if not why i come to sch for? i know i'm not as commited as kok, but i can say that i'm those who came quite frequently. if i really heckcare, i dun even bother to inform you that i'm not going. its just the points that she wanted, i know we are at faults at somethings, but does she really have to say those words.. i'm not that desparate to leave this unit, i dun live for it as well! i can still lead my life well w/o it. there is no point getting an award if we are being forced to do things. she made me felt that my previous 2 yrs i'd spent ain't being appreciated and so why should i continue to stay?&lt;br /&gt;another thing that really pissed me off is that people thinks that 3/1 are perfect. oh pls, they are humans too. they need to eat, sleep and play! just that they puts in more effort and some are really smart. they are still ordinary people who are the same as the rest. taking pure sci.. so what?!? that only means they need to work extra hard to understand that sub in a short period of time. 3E1 PEOPLE ARE NOT BOOKWORMS AND STUDYING EVERY SINGLE MIN. wtf! pls get this clear. hate people who have the mindset of 3E1 peeps are VERY responsible, disciplined and KNOW EVERYTHING. change it, that is absolutely untrue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-115684046758532341?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/115684046758532341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=115684046758532341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/115684046758532341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/115684046758532341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2006/08/pissed-off.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-115666074901861954</id><published>2006-08-28T05:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T15:48:01.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sat&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 9 plus, din eng hw and rushed out. jean went to party world and informed me at the very last min.. for that, i can roughly knew it.. so ya. den zp told me she going to hope.c and we even planned to meet and go tgt the day before. keep calling her and tx picked up the phone. she fly me aeroplanes! a little angry at that time. alright, i went to meet my girlfriends and msged my sis. i think that pissed her off. i really did sms wt and she din reply me, that's why i dun feel like going anymore. i know ppl dere are friendly but i dun really know them that well. forget it. i was very guilty and dun know for what reason, i had no mood to shop and even talk. qy was trying to convince me that nothing will happen and i'm not one of the members yet.&lt;br /&gt;went to a jap place, den ate some yummy deserts! :D dumplings and sesame paste w ice cream.. indulging in the sweet delights.. mmmm. we started our shopping at ard 2 plus. saw a bracelet- full of hearts. m.y and i have the the thought of buying it to pamper ourselves rather than buying for the sept babies. LOL. the price was beyond my budget. alright.&lt;br /&gt;i've bought smth for ivy, m.y bought presents for her pri fren. nth for jean.. =/ she wanted a bag or a shoe for her bdae. frankly speaking, we have limited funds and having difficutly finding a nice and cheap one. hmms.&lt;br /&gt;went to my aunt's hse for gathering. i had a haircut and most of my relative said they can't recognise me. dots. was chatting w my cousins and had losta fun! bs was entertaining us and i really love chatting w him. :D he is the top in the level and scored all straight As for his moy. stunned. he is the type where he will start mugging at the eleventh hr but still produce damn good grade. i'm jealous. hahas. good luck for his prelims and o's this yr. (:&lt;br /&gt;watch vcd in van's room. it was those action films and i was falling asleep. pro~ adults were at the living room chatting about us- their kids. what's so interesting about comparing us. -.- lol. nvm, they had their own conversations and we had ours! went hm ard 12, bathed and slept at 1. worn out.&lt;br /&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;was at home the whole day i guess. doing my hws and study for bio. dun feel like doing chi project.. everytime had those projects and said was included in the exams. crapps la. had a nice conversation w leewah.. she is really a nice girl to be with. guys-you know who you are, dun make her sad anymore..! crapping w wl too. hahas. nice afterall? lol.&lt;br /&gt;TATA~ ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-115666074901861954?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/115666074901861954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=115666074901861954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/115666074901861954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/115666074901861954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2006/08/sat-woke-up-at-9-plus-din-eng-hw-and.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-115650513457469746</id><published>2006-08-25T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T19:28:34.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OBS PEEPS BACK! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*misses* (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-115650513457469746?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/115650513457469746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=115650513457469746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/115650513457469746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/115650513457469746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2006/08/obs-peeps-back-d-misses.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-115633451774704149</id><published>2006-08-24T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T19:23:11.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no mood to study today. bored la. hate it. i'm mad over obs peeps.. my darling girl has been away for 3 days. raahhh! took back chem and phy paper. was quite confident for phy but not chem.. the results turned out the opposite instead! i just passed my phy and got B for my chem. so surprised that i actually passed my chem, i have not so much hope for it. phy results really disappoint me. dun care liaos, must at least get a B for it for EOY.&lt;br /&gt;after sch went lib did maths.. getting sleepy and browse through some books. den fall asleep and fy din wake me up..! bleahs. stuck w the maths and went to look for mdm chong.. called mrs tan, she asked other teachers who could teach us maths. mdm ng came out! funny lars.&lt;br /&gt;had our dinner at mac and i told fy about that someone. LOL. i dun know why i did that. hmms. we talked about kinda lots of things. and not forgetting our studies, guai kias. :p gonna stay back after sch to complete my hws frm now on. hahas. can this girl keep to the plans? btw, i got the mr fighting vcds frm jj today! hahas.&lt;br /&gt;i met wt also! i think i need more time before i really made up my mind and convert yar. not to worry, i will go on this sat i promise. :D&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-115633451774704149?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/115633451774704149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=115633451774704149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/115633451774704149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/115633451774704149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2006/08/no-mood-to-study-today.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-115624373830239451</id><published>2006-08-23T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T19:22:26.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>monday is boring. my chi teacher just can't stop taking about HER hometown- china. that was real bored. sometimes can take a nap la, lao nogh's lesson cannot. that's the only one privilege. miss baobao sitting beside me. our class frm a population of 42 dropped to 30. really really missed the crappy ppl eg sam and josh. they nv fails to bring laughters to us. hais. still got 5 days before getting to see them. fortunately we still have shifu and ken to make the class alive. baobao very blur la. wrote the word wrongly den i have to redo. =.= rushing my maths.. was like forgotten all those things. goshh.&lt;br /&gt;YEA! sq liked the present. i was bragging our efforts and time spent just to buy the pinky shirt. lol. we were just walking past s&amp;amp;k den saw that shirt and each of us paid less than $2. i know that is pathetic. hahas. he gonna start his sour words if he sees this. x)&lt;br /&gt;schooling as usual. eyelids were damn heavy. no crappy stuffs, no jokes, everyone was so dull. zp went obs, miss my dearly girl.. =( we always make shifu gan bai xia feng. pro~ fy sat beside me.. at least there is someone to tok to. i still miss the peeps la. arghs. no mood to study, i want see them!!!&lt;br /&gt;lots of sept babies and their presents sure cost a bomb. there gonna be a big hole in my pocket. ivy sis and chang bdae celebration, hope.c service all happen to be on the same day. diaos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-115624373830239451?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/115624373830239451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=115624373830239451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/115624373830239451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/115624373830239451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2006/08/monday-is-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-115605067132059382</id><published>2006-08-21T04:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T19:21:39.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tuition in the morning. quite fun la. but not in the "right mood". sis called. i was sensing that its a bad news. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd zp told me some things which really makes me heart broken. dun wish to mention it here. smsed that particular SOMEONE 5 lengthy sms trying to tell my thoughts and clarify things. though din reply, i oso din noe what you can reply.. so forget it. owed you an apology cos i hurt you right from the begining. really really wished we can be like da past, crapping and bickerings at times. hmms. can i salvage our friendships?&lt;br /&gt;back to my assignments ler.&lt;br /&gt;].. happy bdae senior jerrold!..[ :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-115605067132059382?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/115605067132059382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=115605067132059382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/115605067132059382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/115605067132059382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2006/08/tuition-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-115600396662555286</id><published>2006-08-19T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T19:21:08.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whole wk of tests ended! :D&lt;br /&gt;results errs. dun noe what to say. just telling myself: work harder next time. screwed up my chem paper. suan le ba, a motivation/ signal to inform me to be awake and start cracking.&lt;br /&gt;thursday was mugging for chem, doing my uniform and fell asleep. den only slept abt 5 hrs? totally not enough for me man. so many topics to study but only tested on a few. sian diaos la. den 3e2 were told lesser topics tested and clues given! we got nth. =/&lt;br /&gt;PE is FUN. me and sq vs fy and sam. den i lazy run to the front to get the shuttle. sq was like &amp;amp;*!@#*^. =P here comes the cute part. fy was trying to smack and the shuttlecock landed on sam's back. den sam's action was so funny. cnt imagine that. after sch was having fun w shifu(jx) and sam.. laugh dao pengs. fy oso went nuts.&lt;br /&gt;training: TIRED AR! during training very confused.. aiya, oso dun noe which leg should land when frm marching on the spot to marching. after tt pt, siao liaos. star jumps were killing! muscle aching.. maybe that's because long time no exercise ler. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;went hope.c w sis.. we wanna go cityhall for the hp exhibtion der. we thought we were late and decide to go after the service. reached centrepoint at 1130 which was like 1/2 hr earlier. met up w jean den. reached ler felt very wierd, no songs de. den less than 15 mins all of them left. blur diaos. my sis went to consult a girl and she said that was for those leaders and for ours is starting at 12.30. goshh. we could went to buy the hp first! arghs.&lt;br /&gt;ppl dere were friendly and jogina guided us. thanks to wt who explained some things to me. :) ended at 2 plus, sis went to meet her frens. lunched and jo shared her experience w us. hmms, getting more interested. xp the 3 girls acc me to cityhall to see the phone. den i dun understand the terms and conditions of the $1 phone. very confusing. den jean said is just signing up a 2 yrs plan jiu can ler. LOL. the person says until so luan. hahas. zp de slippers spoiled, den drag frm cityhall to suntec, suntec back to cityhall, bugis den marsling. sry girl. =P&lt;br /&gt;wanted to go bugis, but suddenly dun feel like shopping ler. ltr see the guys still have to pay money. den suan liaos. met m.y and headed j8 to eat toriQ and bought a shirt for sq! it's pink, so nice. :D hmms, jean recieved msg frm mr chang asking want go have dinner w them at cwp jacks' place. that was so appealing! but paiseh lor. =/ 3 of us ordered the same main dish. xin you ling xi. hahas. jean and yl played a very hilarious game. lame dao..~&lt;br /&gt;HOMEWORKS! haven been touching them since tue. have to complete eng compo, 4 exs of maths, chi wb, "compo", jian bao, aus project, redo the chem. lastly, bio abc. waaaa. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-115600396662555286?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/115600396662555286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=115600396662555286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/115600396662555286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/115600396662555286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2006/08/whole-wk-of-tests-ended-d-results-errs.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-115536569651965534</id><published>2006-08-13T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T19:20:30.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>din complete ss paper, not enough time la, everyone was complaining abt it. sian half liaos.&lt;br /&gt;after sch went home did some stuffs for chi project and fell asleep. hahas. den watched yu le bai fen bai followed by mr fighting yea. wei yin qi hao shuai wor! :D online den carry on w the project..&lt;br /&gt;ZERO-add-land came dao luan. den started playing. FUN FUN. pluto destroyer- the evil came to destoy the mickey world. do you think she will succeed? of cos not! cutie bears will come in rescue the mickey world yea. den still got bugs bunny joined in. very cute lor. xD powerpuffs came too, but professor as well as mo jojojo are w her, so what you think will happen in the end?!? TO BE CONTINUED..&lt;br /&gt;getting late ler, jiu focus back to the project. finally done~ still left w the what tour in australia de. very lame sia, only do for the sake of my common test result. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 10 today! hahas. nth to do so watched the superband again. soul very cool lehz. lol. eat and slack fot the whole afternoon. just started to touch my nicely placecd books on the table. dun wish to disturb it but i have no other choice..? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kuai le shi yi tian, nan guo ye dei guo yi tian. dao bu ru xuan ze kai kai xin xin de guo, na bu shi hen hao mah? SMILE. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-115536569651965534?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/115536569651965534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=115536569651965534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/115536569651965534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/115536569651965534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2006/08/din-complete-ss-paper-not-enough-time.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-115504332831062681</id><published>2006-08-09T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T19:20:12.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>english paper- passage was easy, qns were hard. overall- dun noe. =/&lt;br /&gt;parade today. *faints* very anxious sia, dun noe why i have that feeling. din perform my best ba. den dun-noe-who echoed the command. diaos. everything turned out quite fine ba, no major mistakes. *claps for us..!* lol.&lt;br /&gt;went class played w dominoes. heard girls screaming when the dominoes fell are natural. the hilarious part is hearing the "guys" screaming when they fell. laughs. mama and sq were fed up liao, keep causing them to fall and re-do it for abt 6 times? hahas. girls have more patience. :p time's up, and we did last min chiong-ing to finish up everything.. encouraging one another not to give up and was kinda united la. we got second! YAY.&lt;br /&gt;the concert very short, only abt 3 songs. not that high and our class shouted "WE WANT ____". it become our class slogan. lol.&lt;br /&gt;our plan was going to lib first den catch a movie. i realised all the a maths formula that i've studied had all return to teacher ler! den have to go look back at all those egs blah blah. no movies, no moodie. hahas. ended up at gelare eating. ice cream was nice! craving for more..~ ^.^&lt;br /&gt;fri ss test, mrs lim not bad, gave us one chapter to study.. but that was one broad chapter, total there are 3 main topics to focus on. 2 days to rest as well as study. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*happy bdae beng beng! (:*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-115504332831062681?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/115504332831062681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=115504332831062681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/115504332831062681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/115504332831062681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2006/08/english-paper-passage-was-easy-qns.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-115485194907545932</id><published>2006-08-07T07:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T19:19:55.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tml's having english paper. i'm totally not prepared mentally.&lt;br /&gt;ARGHS.&lt;br /&gt;good luck to everyone for their tests den.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wo bu zai wei ni er nan guo.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-115485194907545932?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/115485194907545932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=115485194907545932&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/115485194907545932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/115485194907545932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2006/08/tmls-having-english-paper.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-115443541021835540</id><published>2006-08-02T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T19:19:37.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here to blog!&lt;br /&gt;congrats to sarina! head prefect cum vice chairman in npcc. :D&lt;br /&gt;when having maths lesson, mrs lim was so irritated by our two crappy kings. LOL. she shouted..? she returned our test paper and wasn't that bad la. ELATED. at least din fail and got an A. hahas. but for e maths should score A1 de rite? i'm greedy ya. ;p&lt;br /&gt;had photo taking for npcc! sec 4s came back and sjj too! doubble happiness. hahas. had uni inspection by the sec 4s and was like back to the past when we were still "small".. i love that feeling! =) just the simple greeting by them makes me felt the warmth. but din manage to tok to thawit. =(&lt;br /&gt;was kinda self high after that. den dun noe who started scolding the sec 1s. xia dao la. =/ sec 2s are a great bunch of cadets.&lt;br /&gt;I'M LOVING IT. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-115443541021835540?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/115443541021835540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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style="font-size:85%;"&gt;errr, nothing really gone wrong today. was having a maths and we spent 1/2 hr doing one pathetic qn. most of the time was having crazy conversations. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for class deco a while and back for training. very malu sia. did kinda many wrong things commanding was... =/ ndp rehearsal and rushed home. only missed some of the t.f.k.c. phew~ toking to "mama", joker. lol. keep praising himslf how great he is. bhb. xD&lt;br /&gt;and once again, disapponting. maybe i should really learn to put things down. awww, forget it. it only hurts when those thoughts still lingers. i ain't brilliant and if that continues, it kills more of my braincells and becoming a retard. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time is needed for healings.&lt;br /&gt;(bidding goodbye to the past)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-115410009841631896?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-115391615161542955</id><published>2006-07-27T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T20:47:28.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i failed my phy. and once again, i got F9.. sigh. bio was not as bad, it ain't good either. at least a C for it. one of the "top 10" for it and was arranged to sit infront to be more focus. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;efforts ain't paid off and like wasting my time. study fail, din study oso fail.. no point studying le ba. those din study have better results than me. saddening. they have better brains than me. =/&lt;br /&gt;i keep having situations whereby those things i memorised and did for revision were all being forgotten once i got the paper. dun think i am having those exams/ tests fright. i had been studying for the past 8 yrs and such thing only happened this yr. i dun really know myself now. my mind can't be controlled, drifting to other world.. no idea what i'm doing sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;those concepts can't be "digested" and my brain seemed to reject them frm entering. esp phy and some chem calculations. haven really get to "know" them and keeping them at a distance. sound very much like PHOBIA. =( alright, enough of my grumblings. say so much oso won't help. actions needed! but i just... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i will be the usual val who brings a smile on her face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-115391615161542955?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/115391615161542955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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style="font-size:85%;"&gt;some thoughts came to my mind, that's why i'm here. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i went to lib, did some reading on chem. concept still cnt get into my head. sian diaos. din acc frens to buy present, lazy to travel.. jes told me some things.. i felt that since he refused to accept the offer, den no point treating him good. she even thought of buying books to encourage him.. not neccessary since he dun treasure it. hao ren mei hao bao. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ken was noisy la. hahas. went to cwp den.. we went popular, was browsing some books and we started gossiping abt ppl, teachers and some other stuffs. liked those inspirational books which can really motivate one self.. read some of it and reflect. jes shared w me her lifestyle. hmms, changed my impression about her. talk about jesus and i think that really changed her life. we stood there for 2 hrs. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;one quote which really get my attention: "no one decides your attitude". it strikes me and i began thinking about the recent things i encounter. that might change my thinkings in life. =) another nice one. "faith is believing in the unbelievable. hope is believe that there is hope when its hopeless." this is not the complete one. i forgot the first phrase. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i used to think that "shang tian" decides our fate and we shoud obey it.. thinking that they will give us the best of all. i have different mindset now. i shall not let fate decides where i should go. its me that should make this decision cause its my life..! no one will be able to change it except me myself (some influence are because of shifu). =) people will usually think of the negative side when having problems.. its natural. why not try to be extraordinary? think of the better side and because of that, it will change situation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wanted to buy a book called "new life" if not wrong but i din bring enough money. ='( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hmms, heard things frm zk and was quite pissed off. since he want to continue lying to us and not wanting to go on the right track even though he knew that was wrong, let him be! its not that we dun want to help, its him who dun want it and minus-ing the trust we have for him every single day. we gave him countless times of offer, trying to help him, telling ourself that he will change for the better, it doesn't work! it seems like we are cheating ourseleves. i will have my hands off him and dun care anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-115357015486590958?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/115357015486590958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=115357015486590958&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/115357015486590958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/115357015486590958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2006/07/some-thoughts-came-to-my-mind-thats.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-115347251228260643</id><published>2006-07-21T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T14:41:10.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i had kinda lots of things to blog initially. but i just couldn't recall at this moment... so maybe post another day ba. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;abt today's event. Racial harmony day! mdm zarina din let the girls off, all had to wear costumes. the guys are lucky ya. she even brought her extra clothing for us.. her COLOURFUL clothes made us laughed and BRIGHTEN our day. lol. thoughtful i can say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ain't listening during maths and was chatting w zp and jx keep hitting me! arrrr. did nth during pe and it was phy lesson. did nth and slack. hahas. the music for the lower sec was played in our classroom and mr d. lim was like dancing?!? LOL. laugh like mad. and finally, the food was nice this yr. hahas. took photos w half of the class..? vin, aug and sq were disturbing la. =P jumping ard the camera. chem was as usual, boring. i'm totally lost. got to do my own reading. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we took lots of pics! jean was as zi lian. qy and yc were damn enthu, not like the usual them who will siam here and dere. i really love this class. lively yet serious, crappy yet hardworking. one thing that we loved to do and is doing everyday is disturbing the teachers. baddie us. xD we shared the common goal and will reach there TOGETHER. =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm still living in my own world..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-115347251228260643?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/115347251228260643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=115347251228260643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/115347251228260643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/115347251228260643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-had-kinda-lots-of-things-to-blog_21.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-115288947098327036</id><published>2006-07-16T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T13:23:30.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;another lethargic day. this wk was kinda busy ba. had bio and phy test, both are gone case. next wk having maths, ss and eng. the worst are yet to come. =( we played badminton during pe. last touched of the rackets and stuffs was abt 2 yrs ago. i was in badminton and some magical tricks brought me in npcc. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was wondering if i had made the right choice. kinda lot of factors made me lost my directions. BUT i appeared dere again. sensed smth, dun noe what reason. =/ the training was alright ba. no major mistakes made and mdm wasn't angry. :p i was quiet that day but i'm perfectly fine now. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SS test tml. rahh..!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-115288947098327036?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/115288947098327036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=115288947098327036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/115288947098327036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/115288947098327036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2006/07/another-lethargic-day.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-115242845520647851</id><published>2006-07-10T05:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T15:13:05.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i had lots of fun ytd! our first destination: east coast. we meet up quite early, and did nothing and just crapping on our way. took lame pics in the underpass and jean was so embarrassed w our acts. lol. we wanna try out skating but our funds.. hmms, so we changed our "schedule". our main target was to get zk wet. he brought his stuffs along and there's no need to worry. all of us were on standby, carried him ad threw him into the water! YEA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;can't rmb why jean (first victim) got into the water as well. me was their third target and landed the same state. stupid zx who helped them out. =X jj was fast.. keep siam away when we surounded him. at last, all were drenched. we were back to our childhoods, played w sand.. held hands and were trying to go against the waves. lastly, we burried zk and torturing him! hahas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jean and i went ashore to let those water being "evaporated" while the guys were still in water, dun noe what &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;they are up to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we got bored stoning there. kok and i began to use phones and cam taking pics..~ zk joined us as well. damn zi lian la. got one uncle keep looking at us, wondering what are the kids doing under the sorching sun. lol. ard 1 hr plus, i'm dry and was back to the shore. kok was lame and wanted to get himself tanned. jean and zk were in their takwondo spirits.. *dun noe them* hahas. jj and i sat on the shore.. wondering what will happen after... and ya, was admiring the sort of calm sea. i still wasn't sure abt my decisions. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bathed and ate mac. bought a cake for zk, just a slice. there aren't any cake shops nearby. no candles too. and we just had the fries to replaced the candles. =/ my zi lian mood arises again! took pics on da bus w zk's phone. hahas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;second destination: kallang stadium. met xy and zx at kallang.. the place was packed but it was easy to spot zx as he is tall! hahas. took abt 45 mins to the studium. *sweats* half sian diao liaos. the place was stuffy and HOT. the parade- SUI~ its just so nice. took lots of pics..! the other performance were alright. there was one motivator who was self high when the other motivators weren't so enthu. he's cute. ^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;here is the thing which brought up the atmoshere- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FIREWORKS&lt;/span&gt;! we got HIGH and did crazy stutffs. *SCREAMMM* shouted enchor when everything ended, din care abt how the others look at us and in our very own world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;. hahas. zx was enthu and led us sang some cheers. zk and i sang old songs..?! lol. passerbys were =.= we dun care anyway. xDD fell asleep on train and was in sleepy mood. hahas. the reds w one white went to meet s.k.y at adm to have our dinner and went home!~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;currently having my eyes fixed on &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;GREEN FOREST&lt;/span&gt;, in love w li jiu zhe de songs! niceeee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-115242845520647851?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/115242845520647851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=115242845520647851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/115242845520647851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/115242845520647851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-had-lots-of-fun-ytd-our-first.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836204.post-115200988883462234</id><published>2006-07-05T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T18:21:31.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm back to sch! (sound as if i'm off for mths, just 3 days to be more exact). LOL. i'm attentive during lessons. wahahas. i din feel sleepy or stuffs. was having geo test in the morning, ms wong gave us 10 mins for revision. i studied the wrong pages. GONG arz. dun think will score this time. zp helped me a lot. =P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we got a new chi teacher so sucky, attitudes. crapping abt her china hometown and world war II.. i was sitting and lying back on my chair.. head was on the table eventually. that bored us. just felt lao nogh was better. zhiping was sitting beside me again.. having our "girls talk" and heckcare cher. maybe that was why i'm so awake. ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;reluctant to meet teacher after sch. went mac den.. we are guai kias okayys! we did our hw there. one was singing, one on the phone (chatting with gf), one practising oral (pretty annoying), three were struggling with hw. lol. finished my a maths under their torturings~ met darling vien! she's with will.. betrayed me. =X she thought i'm flirting w the guys. Wahahas. i know she dun mean it.. ya. they are my sistas anyway. xDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;back to np stuffs again. TATA~ den dun noe what happened. headed back my sweet home after that. ^-^&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;~simple day~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17836204-115200988883462234?l=memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/115200988883462234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17836204&amp;postID=115200988883462234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/115200988883462234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17836204/posts/default/115200988883462234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirs-of-time.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-back-to-sch-sound-as-if-im-off-for.html' title=''/><author><name>simply val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
