<?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-7516825498561233160</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:05:46.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>''~...AngeL...~''</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>223</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-2983050897842992515</id><published>2010-07-09T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T11:50:00.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey people, a few of us are prganising an alumi BBQ. As this will be some sort of reunion, only people who have been in 1N'05 to 5N'09 are invited. We are currently settling some final details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, a fee for the food and stuff will have to be paid. However, I shall update you guys and the final cost as the date approaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Details:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 14 August 2010, Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Time: 6 PM&lt;br /&gt;Venue: East Coast Park&lt;br /&gt;Cost: To be confirmed&lt;br /&gt;Meeting point: To be confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't confirmed if you are going, please do confirm with me by the end of next week.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-2983050897842992515?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/2983050897842992515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=2983050897842992515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/2983050897842992515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/2983050897842992515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2010/07/hey-people-few-of-us-are-prganising.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-1407992220450810521</id><published>2010-05-27T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T20:57:30.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;The clique's cool. My buddies are cool... School is hectic... Totally hectic. I'm trying my best but I'm still scared. Everything is different from how it used to be. Things are no longer as smooth-sailing as it used to be. I did expect it though. However, it is still tough. Nothing changes that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;Completed a few reports and projects. I even got a couple of As. Well, there are pros and cons to everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;Unfortunately, there are situations-many of them - that seriously piss me off. Not just me. A large number of us feel that way. I really want to improve the situation but, knowing my temper, I think I'll worsen it instead - although, at this juncture,&amp;nbsp;I don't know just how much worse can things get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;I hoped that things will get better. After understanding how everyone feels,&amp;nbsp;I think I've lost hope. Nothing will turn the situation around. It is getting worse and worse each day. My tolerance is depleting and I seriously see myself blowing up soon. I've engaged my friends to help me, and I'm trying to control it... Stop pissing me off!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Respect for ourselves guides our morals; respect for others guides our manners.' - Laurence Sterne&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-1407992220450810521?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/1407992220450810521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=1407992220450810521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/1407992220450810521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/1407992220450810521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2010/05/cliques-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-2201367286440415573</id><published>2010-04-26T22:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T22:39:12.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;It's definitely been a while since I last blogged! I'll just admit it. I was lazy. Since I have some time on my hands now, I thought I'll just make a few statements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;School has begun and things are coming on a little too heavy! It is definitely not what I had expected and I trying my best to do what I can to make up for what I lack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;I am seriously missing my classmates and friends. We haven't met up for such a long time! I really miss the times-both good and bad-that we had shared. Knowing that I can never ever experience those times again make me regret not treasuring them as much as I should have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Like I've said once before, now that I'm in a totally new environment, I'm really glad to have friends-both old and new- who are willing to stand by me, giving me the support that I need. I really appreciate it guys! Thank you! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;All the craziness around me is also making me ecstatic and frustrated in so many ways. It is so overwhelming that I sometimes feel like crying and laughing at the same time. Entering a new phase in life makes me realise that I cannot be what I used to be anymore. I have to do what I can to compete with myself and bring out the best in me. I have been faithfully following my dreams for the past 6 years of my life and its about time I take this dedication up a notch. I'm nearer than I've ever been to what I wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Unfortunately, all these madness around me is taking a toll on my body as well. My health is in a mess. I seriously cannot afford to fall ill right now. Gosh! Everything is so new to me. I do hope that I find the balance that I used to have. I'll be the person that I want to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;'All who have accomplished great things have had a great aim, have fixed their gaze on a goal which was high, one which sometimes seemed impossible.' - Orison &lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat;"&gt;Swett&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat;"&gt;Marden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-2201367286440415573?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/2201367286440415573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=2201367286440415573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/2201367286440415573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/2201367286440415573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-definitely-been-while-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-1960504787472170009</id><published>2009-12-02T17:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T22:02:59.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SxYs93YDzKI/AAAAAAAAAjc/EVgrlj-v1zw/s1600-h/Photo0361.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SxYs93YDzKI/AAAAAAAAAjc/EVgrlj-v1zw/s320/Photo0361.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;My dad came here to fish while we went shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SxYtEZ3u54I/AAAAAAAAAjk/CifdenZ4odY/s1600-h/Photo0367.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SxYtEZ3u54I/AAAAAAAAAjk/CifdenZ4odY/s320/Photo0367.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Same river seen from my hotel window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;The tiny dot between the two main trees is actually a crocodile!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SxYtLb7mJ1I/AAAAAAAAAjs/lbLopux99Xc/s1600-h/Photo0384.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SxYtLb7mJ1I/AAAAAAAAAjs/lbLopux99Xc/s320/Photo0384.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;That was one scary ride!! - In a natural waterfowl swamp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SxYtTijZ3nI/AAAAAAAAAj0/cV0ZK0_EmG8/s1600-h/Photo0401.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SxYtTijZ3nI/AAAAAAAAAj0/cV0ZK0_EmG8/s320/Photo0401.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;The entire area is about three times as large as Singapore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SxYto5aY3RI/AAAAAAAAAj8/pzugBWtlrPI/s1600-h/Photo0404.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SxYto5aY3RI/AAAAAAAAAj8/pzugBWtlrPI/s320/Photo0404.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My family of 4 in a 'sampan' with the boatman only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SxYt5b3KpYI/AAAAAAAAAkE/UMLVjgvZo_o/s1600-h/Photo0403.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SxYt5b3KpYI/AAAAAAAAAkE/UMLVjgvZo_o/s320/Photo0403.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;...There was no one in sight as far as our eyes can see - and I'm a 6/6 - scary!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SxYt_8CgIbI/AAAAAAAAAkM/olUo1qwzta0/s1600-h/Photo0396.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SxYt_8CgIbI/AAAAAAAAAkM/olUo1qwzta0/s320/Photo0396.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Magical... As we approach the bushes we saw loads of wild buffalos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SxYuG7NLzUI/AAAAAAAAAkU/ZiSUOksmZTc/s1600-h/Photo0411.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SxYuG7NLzUI/AAAAAAAAAkU/ZiSUOksmZTc/s320/Photo0411.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;It is an everyday life for the villagers to take their buffalos home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SxYuN_6yWRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/D0ckDZiciPQ/s1600-h/Photo0415.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SxYuN_6yWRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/D0ckDZiciPQ/s320/Photo0415.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;Home-made Fishing mechanism near Thale Noi, Thailand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SxYvrVJlRwI/AAAAAAAAAkk/l6gokyMr7f0/s1600-h/Photo0417.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SxYvrVJlRwI/AAAAAAAAAkk/l6gokyMr7f0/s320/Photo0417.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;It looks rather innocent dont you think? A minute after the picture was taken it even tried to attack us - What did we do? Easy. Drive off !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SxYv4oOtHiI/AAAAAAAAAks/W6xPJDr-jzs/s1600-h/Photo0481.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SxYv4oOtHiI/AAAAAAAAAks/W6xPJDr-jzs/s320/Photo0481.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ulu Temau - Home of my dad's new found friend, Raja Adam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SxYwAHntC0I/AAAAAAAAAk0/SdSRCQ1S834/s1600-h/Photo0482.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SxYwAHntC0I/AAAAAAAAAk0/SdSRCQ1S834/s320/Photo0482.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;We fed these deers with &lt;em&gt;buah lansat -&lt;/em&gt; the trees were only &lt;em&gt;2&lt;/em&gt; feet away from the fence - so...just pluck and feed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Like I said before, the long break I took made me see a lot of things. In some way, I think this trip has changed me. I fed a deer (that is not my hand though) for the first time in my life - well I fed a deer after some screaming and loads of giggling, but I still did it - it was ticklish and rather um...wet. I was able to touch cows - real cows, goats, lambs and a lot of other animals including ducks - live ones. These are rthings that I never would have done before. This trip really opened my eyes to a lot of things. I am able to better appreciate what I have and I am no longer so afraid of animals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;I can swim and all but going out to sea in that little wooden boat really took a lot of guts. To make things worse, we got stuck the some water plants and after about 20 minutes of struggling, the boatman took us back to the jetty and the person in charge told us to try again. I wanted to literally jump out of the boat. We made it the second time. We went bird watching, saw a lot of water plants and even a herd of water buffalos. It was a pity we weren't able to go near the buffalos though as they were wild ones making it risky. And as if I wasn't scared enough, while turning back, out boat very nearly capsized. Once we got on land, my legs were shaking so badly I could barely stand and had to hold on to the people who were with me for support. It was truly a memorable experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;I also went into one of the local villages and saw the fishing mechanism. It was huge. The villagers there actually built it themselves. How cool is that! And after bringing in what they had caught for the they head off to a nearby market to sell the catch immediately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Also, I fell ill on the trip and had to stay in the hotel for a while. It was horrid. I had an extremely bad headache, I couldn't eat or drink anything and I just kept throwing out. I felt really terrible. I was also sad as I missed a day of adventures. I promise i'll make it up somehow!!! Thank god I didn't catch the H1N1 though... we were pretty much exposed to the risks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;'Reflect upon your present blessings - of which every man has many - not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some.' - Charles Dickens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-1960504787472170009?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/1960504787472170009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=1960504787472170009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/1960504787472170009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/1960504787472170009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2009/12/that-was-one-scary-ride-magical.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SxYs93YDzKI/AAAAAAAAAjc/EVgrlj-v1zw/s72-c/Photo0361.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-5895120204213361906</id><published>2009-12-02T16:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T11:36:16.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SxYk2NKKL3I/AAAAAAAAAh8/kgzh4jiEINU/s1600-h/Photo0479.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SxYk2NKKL3I/AAAAAAAAAh8/kgzh4jiEINU/s320/Photo0479.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: lime;"&gt;My darlings... I think they're beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SxYk_ibK77I/AAAAAAAAAiE/6Ha3UkkZYlc/s1600-h/Photo0475.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SxYk_ibK77I/AAAAAAAAAiE/6Ha3UkkZYlc/s320/Photo0475.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;I got a little adventurous and we went to look for caves...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SxYlGPrHaaI/AAAAAAAAAiM/X1I0Ez3TvDM/s1600-h/Photo0473.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SxYlGPrHaaI/AAAAAAAAAiM/X1I0Ez3TvDM/s320/Photo0473.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Found a tiny little one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SxYlNOoiTHI/AAAAAAAAAiU/8dIHamHNLFc/s1600-h/Photo0469.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SxYlNOoiTHI/AAAAAAAAAiU/8dIHamHNLFc/s320/Photo0469.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SxYlTpKWZlI/AAAAAAAAAic/aTEnSUf6p88/s1600-h/Photo0468.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SxYlTpKWZlI/AAAAAAAAAic/aTEnSUf6p88/s320/Photo0468.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;The trees growing on the hills were a marvellous sight!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SxYlnLqqS5I/AAAAAAAAAik/ZX4gj6Ec544/s1600-h/Photo0467.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SxYlnLqqS5I/AAAAAAAAAik/ZX4gj6Ec544/s320/Photo0467.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;In the cave...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SxYlwMtQgOI/AAAAAAAAAis/W9EgrTESe4o/s1600-h/Photo0466.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SxYlwMtQgOI/AAAAAAAAAis/W9EgrTESe4o/s320/Photo0466.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;It's not everyday that you get to stand on an actual train track and not get killed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SxYmCArBJdI/AAAAAAAAAi0/dem5eLawRFE/s1600-h/Photo0432.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SxYmCArBJdI/AAAAAAAAAi0/dem5eLawRFE/s320/Photo0432.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;The mist surrounding the mountains were simple majestic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SxYmK-iMn-I/AAAAAAAAAi8/Rg4ZTMv_lYo/s1600-h/Photo0431.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SxYmK-iMn-I/AAAAAAAAAi8/Rg4ZTMv_lYo/s320/Photo0431.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SxYmRgF77DI/AAAAAAAAAjE/vCJ73Y9ffts/s1600-h/Photo0428.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SxYmRgF77DI/AAAAAAAAAjE/vCJ73Y9ffts/s320/Photo0428.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SxYmYsqL38I/AAAAAAAAAjM/rPYzISvdHmA/s1600-h/Photo0425.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SxYmYsqL38I/AAAAAAAAAjM/rPYzISvdHmA/s320/Photo0425.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SxYmfBWIlsI/AAAAAAAAAjU/m7nHtFmMlSM/s1600-h/Photo0410.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SxYmfBWIlsI/AAAAAAAAAjU/m7nHtFmMlSM/s320/Photo0410.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;I had one of the most adventurous holidays of my life! I learnt loads of new stuff and got to things for the fisrt time. It is definitely a trip worth remembering. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;The weather was insane everywhere. I got caught for a while in floods - I got to stand on the train track as train services were disrupted due to the weather!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Unlike my other holidays, I did not really spend much time shopping - pretty much a first for me i guess. Instead, I went sight seeing, climing up hills, looking for caves, walking through nature reserves and things like that. Still, I had so much fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;'Gratitude is not only the greatest of virtues, but the parent of all others.' - Cicero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-5895120204213361906?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/5895120204213361906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=5895120204213361906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/5895120204213361906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/5895120204213361906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-darlings.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SxYk2NKKL3I/AAAAAAAAAh8/kgzh4jiEINU/s72-c/Photo0479.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-9110747527987014272</id><published>2009-11-26T00:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T11:35:12.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; 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Everyone is falling ill - including myself. Really, this is the very last lap to make and effort and make the change. Yes... I want that change. A change for the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;I'm going mad. Ther is so much to accomplish and so little time. I wish I am able to forgo sleep as well as all things mundane. This way, more time can be dedicated to what needs to be done. Unfortunately, I'm human too and somethings just have to be done...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;People, take care of yourselves well. I know a number of you are using this last chance to make the change. All the best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;'They say that time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself.' - Andy Warhol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-7389440540555571776?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/7389440540555571776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=7389440540555571776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/7389440540555571776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/7389440540555571776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-is-definitely-tighter-and-things.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-3125352060433577270</id><published>2009-09-25T18:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T21:52:14.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;We had our graduation ceremony today, which also means I have made my speech. For those who missed it, here it is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Good afternoon Mr. Simen, Mrs. Goh, teachers, parents and fellow Hendersonians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;(I’m Angel from 5N2). I am grateful for the opportunity to be able to stand up here today, on behalf of my class, to express our gratitude to all who have touched our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;First of all, let me thank all our parents and teachers for dedicating your precious time and effort to teach us all these years. We truly appreciate the motivation and inspiration you have given us, enabling us to improve in many different aspects of life, therefore, allowing us to be more successful young men and women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Apart from our parents, our teachers are the ones who have watched us grow and mature. Thus, they have played a part in helping us blossom to what we are today, not simply academically, but socially and psychologically as well. We have indeed become more sensible young adults. For all these, and much more, we sincerely thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Wherever we go, we will not forget the passionate teachings and undying love rendered to us selflessly by our beloved parents and teachers. The 4 Hs of Henderson – Honour, Hard work, Helpfulness and Healthfulness will be values that we will continue to abide by even after we have left. We believe that these values will be important foundations on our road to success in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;To my fellow schoolmates, the times we spent together will be some of the best moments in our lives. We may have had quarrels and fights, and sometimes, we annoy each other really badly, but in the end, it’s all okay. We learn, we grow and we create memories. Being able to be here to meet and learn to love one another is truly a blessing to us. With this, I wish you all the best in your future endeavours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Once again, thank you for everything. We love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;The speech may not be very long, but I suppose it does sort of convey what I want to say.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Waching all the videos and listening to what you people had to so say earlier this afternoon really made me think back on what we have done the past few years.&amp;nbsp;I know that we've had really huge arguments and all, but I have also realised that you were all always there for me when I needed support. This was evident even today, just before&amp;nbsp;I made my speech. A lot of you knew that I would be nervous and you actually came up to me and told me to calm down and stuff. I really do appreciate it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Also, seeing how everyone can identify&amp;nbsp;each other just through descriptions&amp;nbsp;made me realise that we somwhow do understand one another. We know when who will cry or laugh. We&amp;nbsp;do really care about one another.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Like I said earlier today, we love each other no matter what!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;By the way, just as we were getting off stage this afternoon, I tripped and very nearly fell. I managed to grab someone, a guy, just in time and thus, I did not fall. I really can't remember who you are but you've really saved me from a great deal of embarrassment. Thank you. Please do let me know who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;'Many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true friends will leave footprints in your heart.' - Eleanor Roosevelt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-3125352060433577270?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/3125352060433577270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=3125352060433577270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/3125352060433577270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/3125352060433577270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-had-our-graduation-ceremony-today.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-2551043709742920283</id><published>2009-09-12T15:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T15:11:03.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SqtDBEcgiYI/AAAAAAAAAd0/dyUqQxAvpJg/s1600-h/Photo0317.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SqtDBEcgiYI/AAAAAAAAAd0/dyUqQxAvpJg/s320/Photo0317.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;At the head of the Merlion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SqtC2lO28VI/AAAAAAAAAds/9wtFFtA0f_A/s1600-h/Photo0311.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SqtC2lO28VI/AAAAAAAAAds/9wtFFtA0f_A/s320/Photo0311.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;I'd like to call this the glowing room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SqtFUoqKwDI/AAAAAAAAAd8/j8QlT8KjIgE/s1600-h/8126_138554806261_533616261_3038242_6335003_n[1].jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SqtFUoqKwDI/AAAAAAAAAd8/j8QlT8KjIgE/s320/8126_138554806261_533616261_3038242_6335003_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Went to sentosa yesterday with Leon, Louis, Jonah, KanXuan and Krister. It was really fun. We tried quite a number of attractions and had a blast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;I was being teased a lot because they said I looked like a thirteen-year-old. To make matters worse, I was given a flower shaped balloon and I really looked like a kid. But, I gave the balloon to a young girl I saw and That is the last I saw the balloon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;The games were rather fun, but the skyride with KanXuan was terrifying. I am rather afraid of heights, so throughout the ride I was already frightened. To irritate me, he started shaking the chair and I really nearly cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Then we proceeded to ride the Luge and I knew they would try to bump into me, thus I decided to stay at the back. However, I soon overtook then and KanXuan and Krister totally had me cornered. It was embarrassing. I was kind of stuck for a while. The three of us were in a rather funny situation as we were all stuck for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;I shall not elaborate much on the outing as I suppose it would be rather boring. So I'll end of here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;'During periods of relaxation after concentrated intellectual activity, the intuitive mind seems to take over and can produce the sudden clarifying insights which give so much joy and delight.' - Fritjof Capra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-2551043709742920283?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/2551043709742920283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=2551043709742920283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/2551043709742920283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/2551043709742920283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2009/09/at-head-of-merlion-id-like-to-call-this.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SqtDBEcgiYI/AAAAAAAAAd0/dyUqQxAvpJg/s72-c/Photo0317.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-421337570083888147</id><published>2009-09-03T16:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T17:06:46.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Went to study with Pam and Ky this morning. We'll be having our preliminary examinations tomorrow and it'll be best to get some studying done. After going through some work for like half an hour, we then started chatting about loads of different stuff and kind of got carried away a little. We then decided to study and so, took out the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vocabulary&lt;/span&gt; lists given to us during &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lessons&lt;/span&gt; and started with those. I shan't go into details. After a while we started to get distracted again. As a result, our study session was only - sadly - 50% successful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'm also proud to say that I'm no longer afraid. I can now even put a cat to sleep in my arms.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;... I'm really glad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Also, Pam can surprisingly fit into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;KY's&lt;/span&gt; primary one uniform. We all had a great laugh. Other than it being too short, everything else fitted perfectly. We took a few photos as well, and I will upload them when I have the time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'In between goals is a thing called life that has to be lived and enjoyed.' - Sid Caesar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-421337570083888147?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/421337570083888147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=421337570083888147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/421337570083888147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/421337570083888147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2009/09/went-to-study-with-pam-and-ky-this.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-8514329834239730399</id><published>2009-09-02T16:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T17:31:15.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/Sp40rKt2F9I/AAAAAAAAAdk/N4bBq3umbzQ/s1600-h/Photo0293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376792921342613458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/Sp40rKt2F9I/AAAAAAAAAdk/N4bBq3umbzQ/s320/Photo0293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*sorry about the finger. Apparently, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;photographer&lt;/span&gt; was holding too many cameras ;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/Sp40qqovEOI/AAAAAAAAAdc/hg5GDhjmo7w/s1600-h/Photo0294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376792912731246818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/Sp40qqovEOI/AAAAAAAAAdc/hg5GDhjmo7w/s320/Photo0294.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LengChye&lt;/span&gt; and Stanley!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/Sp40qAnMP9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/SBRd4l3W6Qs/s1600-h/Photo0295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376792901450481618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/Sp40qAnMP9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/SBRd4l3W6Qs/s320/Photo0295.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LengChye&lt;/span&gt;, Cynthia and Stanley&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/Sp40ptQ3xTI/AAAAAAAAAdM/G3e4GYvnK08/s1600-h/Photo0295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376792896256591154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/Sp40ptQ3xTI/AAAAAAAAAdM/G3e4GYvnK08/s320/Photo0295.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/Sp40o7wwVPI/AAAAAAAAAdE/zKClEueWfrM/s1600-h/Photo0296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376792882968548594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/Sp40o7wwVPI/AAAAAAAAAdE/zKClEueWfrM/s320/Photo0296.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;RongShun&lt;/span&gt;, Stanley, Leon and me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/Sp4z51z2vbI/AAAAAAAAAc8/AmHAuwnHv7k/s1600-h/DSC00820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376792073917087154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/Sp4z51z2vbI/AAAAAAAAAc8/AmHAuwnHv7k/s320/DSC00820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LengChye&lt;/span&gt; and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We celebrated teacher's day on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;. The performance was generally okay. Personally, what I enjoyed most would be chatting photos as well as chatting with my friends. It's something that we'll not be able to do in the future. There is irony in how I get really frustrated and annoyed with all these people at times and yet when I think about how we'll all be going our own ways, I get really sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;On &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;, before our biology practicals, we had a break of almost an hour. We took pictures and met a couple of ex-classmates and simple sat around to chat. We made fun of one another and had heaps of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This is probably one of the last celebrations we'll have in the school. Our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;next&lt;/span&gt; event would be our graduation day ceremony. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;! I have to represent my class to make a speech... I do hope &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; do fine. People, do remember to send me the pictures by Friday afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Also, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Sodrin&lt;/span&gt; and I are currently planning a chalet of some sort for both our classes. If all goes well it would probably be held in late &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;November&lt;/span&gt; or early &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt;. Anyone with suggestions, please do let me know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Study hard people!!&lt;/span&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;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;'When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving much advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.' - Henri &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Nouwen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-8514329834239730399?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/8514329834239730399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=8514329834239730399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/8514329834239730399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/8514329834239730399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2009/09/sorry-about-finger.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/Sp40rKt2F9I/AAAAAAAAAdk/N4bBq3umbzQ/s72-c/Photo0293.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-8852713134235135723</id><published>2009-08-07T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T21:13:04.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/Snwixx5oJlI/AAAAAAAAAac/VjuOau0NxzA/s1600-h/P07-08-09_15.54.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367203094522766930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/Snwixx5oJlI/AAAAAAAAAac/VjuOau0NxzA/s320/P07-08-09_15.54.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SnwixlGTQ2I/AAAAAAAAAaU/8nivVPAvta0/s1600-h/P070809_14.41[01].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367203091086263138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SnwixlGTQ2I/AAAAAAAAAaU/8nivVPAvta0/s320/P070809_14.41%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SnwixS5XX5I/AAAAAAAAAaM/opzQ6arFlwI/s1600-h/P07-08-09_16.51.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367203086200168338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SnwixS5XX5I/AAAAAAAAAaM/opzQ6arFlwI/s320/P07-08-09_16.51.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SnwixLpx20I/AAAAAAAAAaE/rBkaMemYzsY/s1600-h/P07-08-09_16.50.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367203084255746882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SnwixLpx20I/AAAAAAAAAaE/rBkaMemYzsY/s320/P07-08-09_16.50.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SnwiwxyAgLI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/4P9V6DL7UlM/s1600-h/P07-08-09_15.55.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367203077310939314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SnwiwxyAgLI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/4P9V6DL7UlM/s320/P07-08-09_15.55.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;It was a really eventful day today! We had ND celebrations an school this morning. I think we were all really 'high' and totally insane. This would be something totally memorable. It will be our last National Day spent together as a class in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HSS&lt;/span&gt;. I will miss all these noisy-lovable-irritating-and-cheerful people. In the hall today we cheered at every given chance. We screamed, shouted, sang, danced, and jumped. It was honestly, totally insane. It is really comforting to see everyone united as one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Oh! By the way, congratulations to 5N1 for attaining the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;second&lt;/span&gt; place on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HSS&lt;/span&gt; got talent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;After school, I went home to change and then went out again. I had made plans to go cycling with Pam and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;KaiYun&lt;/span&gt;. Oh! Those two! I think they will be two of the most sought after actresses in the future. They had me totally fooled. When I met Pam, she was holding a bag of something she claimed to be fragile. She also added that she was meeting her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;senior&lt;/span&gt; later on to pass that fragile item to her. Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;KaiYun&lt;/span&gt; came along and Pam told her the same story. When we alighted from the bus, Pam even called her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;senior&lt;/span&gt;. She then informed us that her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;senior&lt;/span&gt; was on the way and that we should go to the nearest bench to wait for her. Once we sat down, Pam started to open the package. Naturally, I ask her what she was doing? She then ignored me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;KaiYun&lt;/span&gt; then took out a lighter and said that it was her smoking lighter. I was shocked as none of us smoke. Both of them then started to laugh. I only realised something was fishy then. The 'present' was actually tarts which they bought and the lighter was used to light the candles. They were celebrating my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt; with me in advance. Gosh! I almost cried! I was totally shocked and touched!!! THANK YOU PAM AND KY!! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.' - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Anais&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Nin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-8852713134235135723?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/8852713134235135723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=8852713134235135723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/8852713134235135723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/8852713134235135723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-was-really-eventful-day-today-we-had.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/Snwixx5oJlI/AAAAAAAAAac/VjuOau0NxzA/s72-c/P07-08-09_15.54.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-7947934493098467905</id><published>2009-07-26T12:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T13:06:22.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Went to catch Harry Potter and the Half-blood prince with Leon, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Krister&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;KanXuan&lt;/span&gt;, Jonah and Louis on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;. Gosh! I felt really awkward initially as I was the only female there.. After a while the awkwardness subsided - thankfully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;We met up at about 4pm and the movie ended at about 7.20pm. We then proceeded to Ion where we planned to have dinner. however, the place was awfully crowded so we wandered aimlessly for quite a while as none of us could decide where to have dinner. Finally, we decided to have it at Billy Bombers at Cathay. The journey to Cathay was hilarious. The guys were all making fun of each other. Dinner was rather eventful as well, especially the part &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;where&lt;/span&gt; the soup of the day was not served. When we finally finished dinner, it was already about 10pm. So, we proceeded to the bus stop to head home. And, yeah, the bus ride was eventful - for me. It was totally embarrassing. I bumped my head really hard on the roof and it hurt a lot. It was so not funny. Also, I was rather afraid as it was my first time taking that bus. Honestly, I was contemplating on whether or not I should just call my dad to come pick me up. However, I did not want to look like someone really pampered. Thus, I decided against it and went along with the flow. Thankfully, I managed to reach home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Oh! By the way, I am really ecstatic as I got shortlisted for two interviews. At the same time, I am really nervous. I really hope that things do go well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Winners take time to relish their work, knowing that scaling the mountain is what makes the view from the top so exhilarating. ' - Denis Waitley&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="author" href="http://www.worldofquotes.com/author/Denis-Waitley/1/index.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-7947934493098467905?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/7947934493098467905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=7947934493098467905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/7947934493098467905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/7947934493098467905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2009/07/went-to-catch-harry-potter-and-half.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-5469734189969279340</id><published>2009-07-16T18:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T18:15:07.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Today, I think I actually laughed - really laughed - for the first time this week. Everything has been so hectic lately, making me so tired. Even a few friends who are not really close to me have asked me if there was anything thing wrong and told me not to be too stressed out. I appreciate your concern. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Most importantly, I want to apologise to anyone who felt affected by my mood. I did try to cheer up but those moments only last for a minute or so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I have to think really quickly, move really quickly and all things must be fast or I would not have time for other things. I guess I'm currently undergoing training for future challenges. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;And I have a feeling that This pace is not going to slow down at least till the end of this year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'The experience of the race shows that we get our most important education not through books but through our work. We are developed by our daily task, or else demoralized by it, as by nothing else.' - Anna &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Garlin&lt;/span&gt; Spencer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-5469734189969279340?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/5469734189969279340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=5469734189969279340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/5469734189969279340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/5469734189969279340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-i-think-i-actually-laughed-really.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-8672057401301947966</id><published>2009-07-13T17:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T17:34:44.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I came &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;across&lt;/span&gt; a piece of news that really upset me today. I really made me realise that some people are really not as simple as they appear to be. People whom I once thought to be mature and responsible proved to be just the opposite. What happened was no laughing matter. It is nothing to be proud of. Honestly, I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; and...well, i guess it's safe to say disgusted as well. You knew all along what was going to happen. You could have prevented it. So why didn't you? If the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;circumstances&lt;/span&gt; were just twisted a little, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;consequences&lt;/span&gt; would have been disastrous and no one would be able to compensate for the loss and misery that would follow.How can a responsible and rational person let this occur. If I were to be placed in your shoes, I would even let the matter come close to it. I would put a stop to it because I know that that is the right thing to do. I will never hurt anyone because of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;irresponsibility&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;immaturity&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Really, I do not know how to see you anymore. I may not be directly involved in this matter but even being a bystander, I can't tolerate what had happened, I don't understand how the people directly involved in this can stand along the sidelines and do nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;For once, I think I actually allowed myself to be deceived by what I see on the surface. I take my words back. If something like that is allowed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; even when he is around, he is totally not trustworthy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Disciplining&lt;/span&gt; yourself to do what you know is right and important, although difficult, is the high road to pride, self-esteem and personal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;satisfaction&lt;/span&gt;.' - Brian Tracy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-8672057401301947966?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/8672057401301947966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=8672057401301947966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/8672057401301947966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/8672057401301947966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-came-across-piece-of-news-that-really.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-6149720088386313703</id><published>2009-07-09T16:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T17:06:17.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;My nerves have finally calmed down a little. Today was exceptionally stressful. Lots of information were given to us, I was worried about something, we have a test tomorrow, and there was the oral exams a while ago. It's pretty insane really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I am not someone who excels in my MT so, waiting for my turn this afternoon was nerve-wrecking. My friends around me did calm me down a little, but everytime someone moves forward, my heart seemed to beat harder. Thankfully, the passage was not as difficult as I had expected. I don't think I'll do exceptionally well, but I don't think I'll do badly either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I have a cereer workshop to attend tomorrow. I wonder what it will be like. Hope that it is interesting and maybe, I might even get to know more about my ambition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'A well-informed mind is the best security against the contagion of folly and of vice. the vacant mind is ever on the watch for relief, and ready to plunge into errer, to escape from the languor of idleness.' - Ann Radcliffe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-6149720088386313703?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/6149720088386313703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=6149720088386313703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/6149720088386313703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/6149720088386313703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-nerves-have-finally-calmed-down.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-1372394115932671034</id><published>2009-07-03T16:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T16:56:27.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Haven't been blogging for a long time... I've been really busy with school as well as my personal life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;In the past few weeks, I've been thinking a lot. I'm thinking of reverting back to my old self, but honestly, I don't think it is good for me or my peers. I used to be cold and pretty well, rebellious. Once I entered secondary school, I decided to change. Now, I laugh a lot. It is a big change I know, but these are part of who I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Anyway, I miss the choir and carefree schedule I used to enjoy. Everything is really hectic now especially with the exam stress coupled with the H1N1 virus. I do hope that this problem will be solved soon. I really don't want to miss lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Other than these few problems, everything has been fine and pretty much monotonous. I have finished writing twelve songs and now we are working on our music as well as doing some editing. We do hope to meet our end-of-year deadline! Press on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'One realizes the full importance of time only when there is little left of it. Every man's greatest capital asset is his unexpired years of productive life.' - P. W. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Litchfield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-1372394115932671034?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/1372394115932671034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=1372394115932671034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/1372394115932671034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/1372394115932671034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2009/07/havent-been-blogging-for-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-7806190632263076868</id><published>2009-05-29T17:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T17:26:59.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I'm sure most of us are glad that it is over or rather it WILL be over soon. A few of us had been having quite a number of activities in the past month and I really enjoyed them. I've learnt a lot, especially how to view a lot if things from another perspective. It really made things easier for me as I do not have to control emotions that do not surface as much now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;However, things still do irritate me. What I can't tolerate is immaturity. Being sixteen year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt;, I expect some level of maturity from you. I have said it once before and I'm going to say it just once more. Do not mess with me. I may have changed but don't forget what I was. If I was able to do it before, I'm still able to do it now, much more ruthlessly. Throwing tables is really nothing. Not many people have seen that side of me. For the past five years, the worst I did was to throw the damned table. Like I said. I've changed. So don't test my patience. I can be nice but being nasty is still in my dictionary. I've still got my past buried deep in me. If you really ant to dig it out, by all means go ahead. You've really got to have some common sense. As young adults, going around doing what you do is not only childish. It's inexcusable. I don't even know you, for goodness sake! We never say hi to each other in the hall ways, we have never even so much as murmured half a word to each other. Wake up and grow up. Do not be freaking pests. Live your own life and get the hell out of mine. The soil is loose...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" class="quote"&gt;Artificial intelligence will never be a match for natural  stupidity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;' - Joseph Addison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-7806190632263076868?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/7806190632263076868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=7806190632263076868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/7806190632263076868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/7806190632263076868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-sure-most-of-us-are-glad-that-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-328082634063059468</id><published>2009-05-23T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T21:27:32.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I've been a pretty lazy blogger lately. It's only now that I can finally get some time to pen down a little bit of what I've been doing lately. I have to rush through a project so that I can find some time to focus on other stuff. And then there was the exams. Now that the holidays are coming up, I realised that things really aren't as easy anymore. I thought I was have a hard enough time last year. It seems like Angel has made another mistake. I think I'm assuming way too much. I do have high expectations of myself. That is because I want the best for myself. I want to succeed. I feel like I'm going to sound like an old lady. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;However, I have been thinking through a lot of things lately and I really regret a lot of things. I have wasted a lot of time doing things that are not beneficial. I have been rather strict with myself over the past couple of years and I'm not going to change that. I am really unwilling to revert back to the old me. I know I have to put in a tremendous amount of effort to realise my dreams. And I will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;In the past month, an occurrence made doubt a lot of things. Thing that I had never though would ever happen to me happened. Initially, I gave trust. Then My friends and I stared to have doubts. Till now, we still do not know what to trust. We gave up. I know that I can be nice and I know that sometimes it is wrong, but I'm not stupid. Don't take me for a fool. Don't take anyone for a fool, because no matter how ignorant we are, it hurts and disappoints.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I really shouldn't have written such a negative post today. Anyway, I just hope that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;all will put in your best effort and do well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;'You are what you are and you are where you are because of what has gone into your mind. You change what you are and you change where you are by changing what goes into your mind.' - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Zig&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ziglar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/7516825498561233160-328082634063059468?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/328082634063059468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=328082634063059468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/328082634063059468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/328082634063059468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2009/05/ive-been-pretty-lazy-blogger-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-7003000143776267378</id><published>2009-04-25T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T00:25:03.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SfM4-lQOQII/AAAAAAAAAZM/ct-QfkhDBME/s1600-h/Teardrop.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328665431912628354" style="DISPLAY: block; 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something hand-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;made&lt;/span&gt; in the gifts I give out. For example, last year, I gave out hand-made cards and this year, it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;handphone&lt;/span&gt; straps. I feel that it's more original and it allows me to create a gift with that particular person in mind. Also, the gift would be unique as no second person in the world can have something identical.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I got a sudden &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;surge&lt;/span&gt; of inspiration and it led to three pairs of earrings being created.&lt;br /&gt;When I showed them to my mum, she suggested that I open a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;blog shop&lt;/span&gt; or something of the sort as she feels that there would be people who like the designs and would love to purchase them. I'm currently giving that some thought. I feel that I won't be able to create a gift with the particular person in mind then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-62097661740683185?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/62097661740683185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=62097661740683185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/62097661740683185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/62097661740683185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2009/04/most-of-my-friends-know-that-i-often.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-6673669943131285438</id><published>2009-04-20T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T23:32:56.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I had a rather difficult day today. Not because of anyone, but rather because of my emotions. I don't know why but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I realise that I won't be able to hear how proud you are, I come to terms with reality. Things are never gong to be the same and I am well aware of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I have written a new song today. It's not completed yet, but I think it is one of my most emotional songs. I wrote this song with the same inspiration and feeling I had when I first started penning my very first song. When I'm done with it, I've got to discuss the music with Amanda and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Shermeen&lt;/span&gt;. This will probably be one of the best songs I will ever pen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;'It is only when we truly know and understand that we have a limited time on earth and that we have no way of knowing when our time is up that we will begin to live each day to the fullest, as if it were the only one we had.' - Elizabeth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kubler&lt;/span&gt;-Ross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-6673669943131285438?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/6673669943131285438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=6673669943131285438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/6673669943131285438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/6673669943131285438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-had-rather-difficult-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-1122522914891277408</id><published>2009-04-17T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:43:15.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SYF&lt;/span&gt; is finally here. I woke up at 4am this morning to prepare - make up, hair, gown -and when I was fully dressed, I headed off to Amanda's place to help her as well as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;meen&lt;/span&gt; with their preparations. It was a really frenzy morning. Thinking about it now makes me laugh. Then We headed off to school and was halfway through breakfast when we were required to start our final rehearsal. We put breakfast aside and did as we were told.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;We had our break at 7.45 where we finished up out breakfast and did some touching up. Finally, it was time to head off to the competition venue. I have to admit. I was kind of nervous. I was the first one to enter through the door, and waiting behind those doors, I was taking deep breaths to calm myself and I'm not sure why, but the image of a bride, with a bouquet of flowers in hand, waiting outside to enter the church sort of came into my mind and it made me chuckle. It was funny and it helped calm me down. We did make some minor mistakes and thankfully, no major ones. After we got off stage, I heaved a sigh of relief. However, I knew that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; be anxious till the results are out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;We had to report back t school and once there, we headed off to the Choir room where we, as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;seniors&lt;/span&gt; officially step down. It was a really emotional moment. I almost teared listening to the speech, but I had to remind myself that I had make-up on. We took loads of pictures and exchanged hugs as well as well wishes. I will really miss my choir and all the wonderful experiences I know I will never forget. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;After dismissal, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Meen&lt;/span&gt;, Amanda, Leon and I went to Han's for lunch. It was really awkward as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Meen&lt;/span&gt; and I were still on our gowns and we attracted loads of attention! All eyes were on us! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Okay... I think I have prolonged suspense for long enough. We attained a silver. I can't say that I'm completely happy with it. I think I'm just satisfied. At least we did not have a replay of the incident two years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;'If you're not making mistakes, you're not taking risks and that means you're not going anywhere. The key is to make mistakes faster than the competition so that you have more changes to learn and win.' ~ John W Holt Jr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://en.thinkexist.com/quotation/if_you-re_not_making_mistakes-you-re_not_taking/211771.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-1122522914891277408?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/1122522914891277408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=1122522914891277408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/1122522914891277408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/1122522914891277408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2009/04/syf-is-finally-here.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-7009405320305708563</id><published>2009-04-09T16:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T18:15:04.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Today is not a good day for me. I am disappointed and upset. They say, life is about choices, and I am questioning my choice. Did I make the right one? What if I had said no? I doubt that things would turn out the same way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I am Angel. I am chairperson of a class. I am not a babysitter. I am not a nanny. I can guide 26 other people along the way, but I can't cater to all your needs and meet all your expectations. I'm not superwoman, I'm not perfect. I'm just me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;People have told me, 'You're the chairperson.', 'You've been given the book. Book them for defiance or something.' However, what these people don't know is, when I received the book, I went home and swore to myself that I will NEVER pen down &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;anybody's&lt;/span&gt; name. This is because I respect everyone like mature 17 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt;, like mature young adults. I trust that everyone can behave according to the situation they are in. I hate to use the book as a threat. I don't want to gain respect &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; fear. I just wish that I could be given the basic respect that one gives to another person. I thought we made a pact. A pact that allowed us to respect one another and bring our class to greater heights. What happened to it? Empty promises?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I'm childish? FINE! Let's leave it at that. I am blamed for the mistakes we all make. Leon and myself shoulder everything and I'm childish. WHATEVER! I don't freaking care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I was so close to returning the badge today. But I thought about the questionings I would then have to undergo and I was worried not about what to say, but what I'll say. I do not like implications. And, thankfully I have friends, MATURE friends who advised me against doing so. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;When the motto was selected, was it something everyone knew that they can abide by or was it simply a random thought? I don't know. I'm beginning to doubt everything that had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;When you voted me your chairperson, was it because I was someone you can respect or was it a sabotage. If it is a sabotage, then take the title and duties back. Since I am so CHILDISH, I probably can't even handle a class of 27. Why not get someone much more MATURE to do the job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;What if it wasn't a drill? What if it was real? I was trying to keep everyone safe. In a way, I took the drill as a training. What would I do in a real emergency? I was trying to keep everyone safe, But how many actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cooperated&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Every little thing that goes wrong becomes my fault. The room is not opened? Why didn't Angel go get the stupid key? Was I even supposed to? NO! I wasn't. If &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;selecting&lt;/span&gt; a chairperson is equivalent to selecting someone who can shoulder ALL of the wrong doings then I'm not the one you're looking for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Angel this and Angel that. Angel is not God. She cannot solve every problem. She tries to minimise some of them but she has limitations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I'm giving up. I really am. I'm just going to do what I'm supposed to and no more, unless things change. I'm tired. I get blamed because of a locked door. Am I supposed to do everything? Don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;anybody else&lt;/span&gt; have initiative? Half the time, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; even know why I'm being blamed. I knew from past experiences that it's not easy being the chairperson, but I took it up because of trust. And I think I'm wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;What &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; supposed to do is represent the class and try to lead you in the right &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;direction&lt;/span&gt;. I sense that most people do not like being led. So I'm giving up the leading part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;So, to all who sincerely voted me your chairperson out of respect, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt; and I apologise for letting you down. To the rest, if you're not happy with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt; Leon and I carry out duties, feel free to elect someone MATURE and whom you can respect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'The pleasure of expecting enjoyment is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;often&lt;/span&gt; greater than that of obtaining it, and the completion of almost every wish is found a disappointment.' - Samuel Johnson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-7009405320305708563?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/7009405320305708563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=7009405320305708563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/7009405320305708563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/7009405320305708563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-is-not-good-day-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-3751877168010185734</id><published>2009-04-07T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T23:09:19.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Choir today was tiring. However I did improve. Today, I was taught to see thing in a more positive way and it turns out that when I do so, I actually feel happier. Instead of feeling glum about all that had happened, I tried to view it from another angle and I discovered that things were not so bad after all. Maybe I should try to see &lt;em&gt;that incident&lt;/em&gt; more positively. It's going to be really tough, but I'll give it a go. I honestly do not know if it will be a success but I'll never know unless I try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Anyway, I did not succeed in recovering fully. I still have a little of that nasty flu virus in me. But, I am a whole lot better compared to last week. My next practice will be next Tuesday and I'm sure I'll be well by then. I dare say so because I have been good. I took my medicine regularly, drank lots of water a&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; did as I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;instructed&lt;/span&gt;. Therefore, I'm positive that I'll be well again within the week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;'Learn to enjoy every minute of your life. Be happy now. Don’t wait for something outside of yourself to make you happy in the future. Think how really precious is the time you have to spend, whether it’s at work or with your family.' - Earl Nightingale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-3751877168010185734?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/3751877168010185734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=3751877168010185734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/3751877168010185734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/3751877168010185734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2009/04/choir-today-was-tiring.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-2466805985239080945</id><published>2009-04-03T20:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T01:26:41.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;This had been a pretty busy week for me. With the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SYF&lt;/span&gt; and mid-years nearing, everything has been intensified. Choir training is tougher and our workload is definitely getting heavier. To make me feel even more anxious than I already am, I heard that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; workload will be much heavier as we approach the national exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Anyway, the flu bug has been going around and unfortunately, I caught it. Therefore, I'm currently trying to recover from the flu and a sore throat. This is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; bad time to suffer from these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;illnesses&lt;/span&gt; as the competition is just a couple of weeks away. If I don't recover by then, I can't perform on stage, I can't compete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I'm actually pretty disappointed with myself as my singing today was really horrible. I had tried so hard not to get sick and I even abstained from having meals that will harm my voice. Yet, I still fell ill and due to that fact, I sang badly today. I'm just so angry with myself. How on earth can I fall ill at this crucial &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;juncture&lt;/span&gt;? It's just so wrong and so unfair. Why me? It's now that I really need my voice and it's letting me down. No matter what, I'm going to do whatever it takes to regain my health by the next choir practice which is on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;After &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;CCA&lt;/span&gt; today, we went back to class for a brief period of time to attend our form teacher's period and after that Leon and I prepared to head for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;AVT&lt;/span&gt; for our class committee meeting. On the way there, we spoke to Ms &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Quah&lt;/span&gt; and we may meet her to work on ways to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;improve&lt;/span&gt; on our English. Both of us are weak in writing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;After the meeting, Leon, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Krister&lt;/span&gt; as well as myself went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Astons&lt;/span&gt; at the Grand Cathay for lunch. We then wandered aimlessly around Orchard and talked about some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; serious stuff. The conversation lasted for a really really long time and I was so emotional that I almost cried. We conversed for almost 2 hours. I kind of got things off my chest. I really don't know if that's the right way to put it, because although I did feel that some of the burden had been eased, I still feel the weight of it upon me. I guess things will never be the same again. Leon also said something that really got me thinking. He told us that everything happens for a reason. If that is indeed true, then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt; did it happen. I'm a little confused, but I'll keep&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;looking for an answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'No steam or gas drives anything until it is confined. No life ever grows great until it is focused, dedicated, disciplined.' - Harry Emerson &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Fosdick&lt;/span&gt; D. D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-2466805985239080945?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/2466805985239080945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=2466805985239080945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/2466805985239080945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/2466805985239080945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-had-been-pretty-busy-week-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-7036171039873980622</id><published>2009-03-27T23:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T23:40:26.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; got home from Ruth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ling's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; concert guest starring Martin Tang, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hanjin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Vocaluptous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and my friend, Carmen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Initially. we went as we wanted to support Carmen. However, I really enjoyed myself. Truly, it was a great concert. The songs were great, the singers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;marvellous&lt;/span&gt; and basically everything else was great. This would be an experience I would never forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Once again, I emerge from another round of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SYF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (choir) auditions safely. I was trembling and even after I sang, the entire room was silent. I was confident about my singing, but the silence made me doubt myself. After what seemed like a few minutes (really, it was just a couple of seconds), my instructor smiled at me and I sighed with relief - I knew i I had passed. Singing is one of my 3 passions and I had always tried my best in the school choir. However, this year, as standards are higher and so training is tougher, but I feel that I really have to do this. I have to compete for my school and win. It's my last year here and this my be the last time I compete with the marvellous team I have now. It j&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sort&lt;/span&gt; of dawned on me and I knew I want to do it. I can, I must, and hopefully I will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;'It's the constant and determined effort that breaks down all resistance and sweeps away all obstacles.' - Claude M. Bristol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-7036171039873980622?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/7036171039873980622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=7036171039873980622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/7036171039873980622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/7036171039873980622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-just-got-home-from-ruth-lings-concert.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-82325500566505432</id><published>2009-03-26T18:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T20:25:28.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I just started writing a new song about the importance of friendship. I don't quite know what gave me the inspiration. As I slept a couple of nights ago, I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;jolted&lt;/span&gt; awake and then I had the sudden urge to start writing a new song. It could have been a dream, the only problem, I can't recall what is it about. Anyway, it's almost completed. And when they are ready, we'll work on the music.&lt;br /&gt;I had an average day today. Nothing exciting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt;. I did get a little fed-up about a little issue. But as I said, it was nothing serious. Oh... There was a really funny incident today. During our design and technology class, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt; showed us some really funny video and suddenly, we were all having hysterics. Sad to say, that was the only interesting thing that I encountered today. I had the rest of my day pretty much planned out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;There will be choir practice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;. We are still preparing for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;upcoming&lt;/span&gt; Singapore Youth Festival. I do hope that we are able to attain good results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;All the best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'There is no failure except in no longer trying. There is no defeat except from within, no insurmountable barrier except our own inherent weakness of purpose.' - Elbert Hubbard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-82325500566505432?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/82325500566505432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=82325500566505432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/82325500566505432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/82325500566505432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-just-started-writing-new-song-about.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-1665832998655006931</id><published>2009-03-23T18:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T18:34:26.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;It has been said that if you are too happy at a certain part of the day, something bad is bound to occur later. I have never believed this. However, today, I think it's true. I feel really disappointed about what has happened. The moment I heard those words, my heart shattered. It was not something I have ever encountered and it was definitely not something I had expected. The tears simply couldn't stop. Why does this have to happen to me? Just when I was beginning to feel glad about how today has turned out, something like that happens. I absolutely abhor it. I can't understand it. Thinking about it really makes my heartache. I am not perfect. But that doesn't give anyone the right to accuse me. Does anyone, anyone at all know how I really feel inside? Have anyone realised that a lot of the smiles that touches my lips have sorrow hidden beneath them? Have anyone ever thought that maybe all my laughter actually contain disappointment and hatred? I can't put on a brave front all the time. I'm trying. Of course, I do give genuine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;laughters&lt;/span&gt; and smiles but not always. I just wish things could change. I wish I would never have to hurt again. For all the pain I have ever felt, I pray something good is gained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'Why, all delights are vain, but that most vain Which, with pain purchased, doth inherit pain: As, painfully to pore upon a book, To seek the light of truth, which truth the while Doth falsely blind the eyesight of his look.' - William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-1665832998655006931?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/1665832998655006931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=1665832998655006931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/1665832998655006931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/1665832998655006931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-has-been-said-that-if-you-are-too.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-4263031270143423834</id><published>2009-03-13T21:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T22:15:30.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; again and the holidays have started. I'll have to go back to school on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; though. This week had been rather rough for me. My back is killing me - I strained it. It was the last week of the term and so there were lots of stuff to settle. Choir practice is getting tougher as Speech day was yesterday and we had to perform and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SYF&lt;/span&gt; is nearing. Yesterday, we had our weekly math test after lessons and we went home to freshen up after that. We then went back to school at around 5.30pm to prepare for our school's 35&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; speech and prize-giving day. We trained till about 7.45pm and finally went on stage at about 8pm. I took some painkillers before going to school. However it did not seem to help. Throughout the performance my back was aching and I had to smile even wider to compensate for the pain. I've got to visit a doctor tomorrow. I reached home at about 9.15pm and went to bed at 11pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Today, I had training in the morning and went back to class for form teacher's period where we played games as there were only four of us today - the rest went on a course. After school,  I met Pam, Ky and FL in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;vivo&lt;/span&gt; where we shopped for a while. Soon after, Ky and I proceeded to china town to source for materials. The conversations we had often landed us in hysterics. It was really fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;On &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; next week, I'll be going out for a while and I have training from 8-11am on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;. On &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;, I have my design and technology (D&amp;amp;T) lessons &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt; 1.30-4.30pm and on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;, I have chemistry lessons from 9-11am and D&amp;amp;T from 1.30-4.30pm and choir from 3-9pm with an hour in between for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; When I showed KY my schedule this morning, she commented that I'll probably faint due to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;fatigue&lt;/span&gt; on Thursday. It was rather hilarious when she said it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us.' - Helen Keller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-4263031270143423834?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/4263031270143423834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=4263031270143423834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/4263031270143423834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/4263031270143423834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-friday-again-and-holidays-have.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-6749342588931505000</id><published>2009-03-06T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T22:38:21.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SbEw4bTvPmI/AAAAAAAAAYc/k31KFC2KdpY/s1600-h/P060309_17.58.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310079181607878242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SbEw4bTvPmI/AAAAAAAAAYc/k31KFC2KdpY/s320/P060309_17.58.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SbEwiJPRgjI/AAAAAAAAAYU/1qDdP0B3z1A/s1600-h/P060309_17.51.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310078798800192050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SbEwiJPRgjI/AAAAAAAAAYU/1qDdP0B3z1A/s320/P060309_17.51.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SbEwhooXDQI/AAAAAAAAAYM/wS0-Qeacc58/s1600-h/P060309_17.49.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310078790047042818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SbEwhooXDQI/AAAAAAAAAYM/wS0-Qeacc58/s320/P060309_17.49.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SbEwhW5TSnI/AAAAAAAAAYE/rrj3DRLCfAA/s1600-h/P06-03-09_17.57%5B03%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310078785286261362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SbEwhW5TSnI/AAAAAAAAAYE/rrj3DRLCfAA/s320/P06-03-09_17.57%5B03%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SbEwhDsH98I/AAAAAAAAAX8/jTgZzAnDDrg/s1600-h/P06-03-09_17.57.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310078780130719682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SbEwhDsH98I/AAAAAAAAAX8/jTgZzAnDDrg/s320/P06-03-09_17.57.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SbEwg15ia2I/AAAAAAAAAX0/EVfw4gW5DzU/s1600-h/LGIM0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310078776428882786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SbEwg15ia2I/AAAAAAAAAX0/EVfw4gW5DzU/s320/LGIM0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I had a rather eventful day today. In the morning, I.., well, the choir had a total of 3 rounds nerve-wrecking auditions today.I had my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; round in school and the other two in Victoria Concert Hall where we had a scheduled practice session in the late morning. Training today was totally intense. So much so that I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;trembling&lt;/span&gt; and on the verge of tears during my auditions. Thankfully I made it through. I really want to make it all the way to the end, but I'm afraid. Really afraid. I keep asking myself  'What if I screw up?', 'Would I be satisfied to just know that I've tried my best?'. I know for sure that I won't be satisfied if I don't achieve anything after all the effort. I'm going to try to do my best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;After school today, I went to the East Coast with Pam and KY. We cycled, played with cats, laughed and basically had a marvellous time. It was a really good way to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;-stress after a long hectic week. We also took some really silly photos with I did not post. It was too silly. And we saw someone who rode her bicycle right into the bush too. breaking not her bones, but the twigs on the bushes instead. I was shocked and  quite amused at the same time. I the end, we couldn't help but laugh about it. Then, on the long bus journey home, we played around with the photos we took, warping then and creating all sorts of different effects. It was hilarious. Seeing our faces all squished up and elongated and all, we laughed till our stomachs ached. I had an awesome time. My only worry is having legs that I'm positive are going to ache really badly tomorrow. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'In between goals is a thing called life that has to be lived and enjoyed.' - Sid Caesar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-6749342588931505000?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/6749342588931505000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=6749342588931505000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/6749342588931505000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/6749342588931505000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-had-rather-eventful-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SbEw4bTvPmI/AAAAAAAAAYc/k31KFC2KdpY/s72-c/P060309_17.58.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-895874722396471411</id><published>2009-03-04T17:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T17:21:39.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Haven't blogged in a week. Usual reasons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I really do not know what had gotten into me lately, but I feel different. I have a hunch though. I think I'm changing. For better or for worse, I can't exactly tell. Take this morning as an example. I was never a person who could express myself quite clearly in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;presence&lt;/span&gt; of others. I used to try to summarise whatever I needed to say so that I can get it done and over with. This morning, when I was told to converse with the class, my mind was completely blank. I did not know what the hell to say or do. However, I felt a sudden &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;impulse&lt;/span&gt; and I knew exactly what I had to talk about. So I did. After saying what I needed to, I felt something. I don't know how to describe it though. It's foreign to me. I was puzzled and this kept me thinking about stuff. Then as I recalled recent incidents, I had an epiphany. Either the stress is driving me nuts, or that I'm changing - growing up probably. I decided that I'm definitely not nuts. That leaves me with nothing else but the guess that I'm becoming different. I do honestly hope that I'm maturing though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'We grow neither better nor worse as we get old, but more like ourselves.' - May &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lamberton&lt;/span&gt; Becker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-895874722396471411?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/895874722396471411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=895874722396471411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/895874722396471411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/895874722396471411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2009/03/havent-blogged-in-week.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-4567992794610539543</id><published>2009-02-25T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T22:30:50.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SaVVmISPghI/AAAAAAAAAXc/H4KhEH3J3J4/s1600-h/Picture_902%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306741849473384978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SaVVmISPghI/AAAAAAAAAXc/H4KhEH3J3J4/s320/Picture_902%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MS QUAH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-4567992794610539543?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/4567992794610539543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=4567992794610539543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/4567992794610539543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/4567992794610539543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-ms-quah_25.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SaVVmISPghI/AAAAAAAAAXc/H4KhEH3J3J4/s72-c/Picture_902%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-4524236920221983401</id><published>2009-02-25T21:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T22:47:21.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SaVY9vUalbI/AAAAAAAAAXs/UZfg78C2wBo/s1600-h/Photo0067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306745553623356850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SaVY9vUalbI/AAAAAAAAAXs/UZfg78C2wBo/s320/Photo0067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;How Lucky! I saw this right outside my room window this evening at 1908 hrs.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SaVY9m4R0eI/AAAAAAAAAXk/e6Ldf_CTuFU/s1600-h/Photo0063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306745551357858274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SaVY9m4R0eI/AAAAAAAAAXk/e6Ldf_CTuFU/s320/Photo0063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; I saw this while I was walking home. It's the same rainbow though. Never expected to be able to see it from my room as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ooo&lt;/span&gt;... Had my 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SYF&lt;/span&gt; auditions yesterday... and I passed. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;, our instructor tested us on power and pitch. I did quite badly on the first note as I had just arrived for practice. Leon said that I was almost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt; octaves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;higher&lt;/span&gt; than the actual note. Well, I was panting really hard and I haven't settled down yet, but that is a really lousy excuse. I was really angry with myself afterward. Thankfully, I did better on my second try and cleared the level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Before choir, Pam, Amanda, Leon and I went for oral consultation. Apparently, We're all almost on the same level. Especially Pam and myself. Our strengths and weakness lie in similar areas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;we do hope to improve the next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Yesterday, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Siti&lt;/span&gt; reminded us that it is Ms &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Quah's&lt;/span&gt; birthday today and so the entire class started planning. everyone had slightly different ideas but every one of them was interesting. We were halfway through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;planning&lt;/span&gt; when the bell rang. It was Ms Q&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;uah's&lt;/span&gt; lesson. We all had to keep mum about the entire thing. It was really funny to discuss the matter in a rather indirect way. We were like: 'Who's going for consultation tomorrow?' and everyone would burst out laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;We agreed to come to school earlier today to refine our plans. We initially decided on suicide where 'someone' would pretend to attempt suicide. Then, we changed it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt; suicide to having a fight. Finally we decided that no one would be able to convey the message with a straight face and it would then give us away. In the end, we used decoys - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Sinead&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Endrita&lt;/span&gt;. They signed up for consultation and while they were consulting, we got the cake and prepared everything. It was a rather successful plan and we all had a great time. I'll have to admit, during the preparation we did squabble. It was a good experience though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'Success usually comes to those who are too busy looking for it.' - Henry David Thoreau (1817 - 1862) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-4524236920221983401?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/4524236920221983401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=4524236920221983401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/4524236920221983401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/4524236920221983401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2009/02/ooo.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SaVY9vUalbI/AAAAAAAAAXs/UZfg78C2wBo/s72-c/Photo0067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-2754695144867940402</id><published>2009-02-21T17:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T19:49:00.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I have a meeting with our principal next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;. He wants to know what the students like and/or dislike about the school. Leon and I will have to be the ones meeting with him as we are the vice-chairperson and chairperson respectively. We did a survey with the class and we have yet to collate the results as they are not all in yet. The latest news given to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CMC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; members is that we are going to have frequent meetings with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; and discuss the progress of our class. How wonderful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I have just finished writing a new song though. We've been so busy lately that the song writing thing nearly halted. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Meen&lt;/span&gt; and Amanda has come up with a couple of great tunes and I'm currently working on then. We're totally looking forward to the results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Nothing much happened within the week though. We had loads of homework and tests as usual. It's starting to feel like routine. Everyone is getting really irritable though. I'm guessing that this is due to the heavier workload we are all currently facing. And I'm no exception. I learning to control it though. I hate to lose my cool frequently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I was really fed up on Friday and I'm guessing many Fridays to come. I absolutely abhor her. Firstly, the world doesn't revolve &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt; you and secondly, stop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;deceiving&lt;/span&gt; yourself. Who are you trying to kid? Do not make a bigger fool of yourself than you already are. And stop getting others into trouble. Mean what you say and do it. Do not merely say something in front of us and not do it. And by the way, nobody likes you. You may thick we all do, but it's not the case. It's just because we have no other choice. If we had things our way, I wonder where you'll be right now-wherever that is, it'll be NOWHERE near us!!! The main problem is you! You want respect, earn it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'Respect for ourselves guides our morals; respect for others guides our manners.' - Laurence Sterne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-2754695144867940402?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/2754695144867940402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=2754695144867940402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/2754695144867940402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/2754695144867940402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-have-meeting-with-our-principal-next.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-1445796673685846660</id><published>2009-02-17T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T21:55:33.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Oooh&lt;/span&gt;... Had the second round of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SYF&lt;/span&gt; auditions today. The sopranos auditioned first and looking at the outcome, I kind of started to panic. All the 'what ifs' started playing in my mind. I almost cried. When my turn finally came, I trembled a little and sang out. Our conductor said I only missed one note as I did not go low enough so, he told to to try that line once more and I made it! I cleared!! Even after I cleared, I was still trembling a little. My nerves have not calmed totally. Anyway, thanks Leon, Amanda, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shermeen&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;WenYenn&lt;/span&gt; for the encouragement and the help rendered to help calm my nerves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Most people in my class were kind of pissed as well today. Some by noise and others by well, insults or disturbances. Whatever it is, I do hope everyone is feeling better now. I am, not much though, but definitely better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'Courage, it would seem, is nothing less than the power to overcome danger, misfortune, fear, injustice, while continuing to affirm inwardly that life with all its sorrows is good; that everything is meaningful even if in a sense beyond our understanding; and that there is always tomorrow.' - Dorothy Thompson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-1445796673685846660?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/1445796673685846660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=1445796673685846660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/1445796673685846660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/1445796673685846660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2009/02/oooh.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-712922486767340050</id><published>2009-02-14T18:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T22:01:02.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I haven't been blogging for a week and for me, that's a record. I used to blog almost every single day. And there's only one explanation for that. I'm busy. I know it seems like some really lame excuse, but it's a fact. I love blogging. Besides, there's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;really nothing&lt;/span&gt; interesting going on currently and I do hate to bore all of you with my boring day. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;On &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mondays&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wednesdays&lt;/span&gt;, I have lessons till 4.30pm. On &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tuesdays&lt;/span&gt;, I have choir till 6pm. On &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Thursdays&lt;/span&gt;, I sometimes have tests after lessons. So by the time I reach home, have dinner and all, it'll be about 7/8pm. And my day do not end there. I'll have loads of homework to be completed and I'll end up going to bed around 11pm/12am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Yesterday, we had a long day as well. We had loads of fun though. During choir in the morning, was slightly pissed off as usual because of... However, Leon and I later saw something that really tickled us. And it's hard to stop laughing. I also chatted with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Wenyenn&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;company&lt;/span&gt; about the songs we are singing as well as a lot of stuff. It was fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;After choir we went back to class for our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;weekly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;form&lt;/span&gt; teacher's period and we had a lot of fun guessing riddles and all. We revealed the mortals and angels - a game we played - and the angels who did not do their job well had to do the 'Hippo dance' it was utterly hilarious. We had so much fun and were making so much noise that the next class actually came over to check things out. Thankfully I'm an angel who did my job.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Or else I'll have to do the dance as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I took loads of pictures and videos and although I did mention that I was going to put it up here, on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;, on the class blog, on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;etcetera&lt;/span&gt;, I think I'll protect their privacy. Also, If do so, I may minced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;We had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;field trip&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Sungei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Buloh&lt;/span&gt; Wetland Reserve (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;SBWR&lt;/span&gt;) at 1.30pm that afternoon, and lesson ended at 12.30pm. We stayed in class for that hour and talked about stuff ranging from songs to...um...I don't quite remember what. It was a wide scope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;On the trip we saw birds, insects, fishes, even lizards and snakes. Those really had me trembling and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;screaming&lt;/span&gt; a little. Honestly, I'm terrified of any amphibian. Someone once said that 'Angel is afraid of everything.' That is so not true. During briefing, our teacher said that if you see anything that frightened you, don't &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;scream&lt;/span&gt;, go get one of the guys. apparently, Pam and I were walking with a couple of them, but I screamed anyway. It wasn't loud though. Just a little scream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;On the way back, the bus stalled for a moment and most of us went: 'Oh shit!' I just went: 'Crap!' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;... It was only for about 5 to 10 minutes though. I was reading my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;book&lt;/span&gt; on the bus as it was a pretty long journey. However, after Pam told me about a classmate of ours and the bottle, I couldn't stop laughing. It was so funny. Pam couldn't stop either and that brought about a whole string of hilarious encounters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I reached home at 7pm and I was exhausted and to top that off, me head was aching - I had spent the afternoon under the sun at the reserve. I took my dinner, had my bath, read a little and after that, sleep overcame me. I went to bed at 9pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Nothing much happened today either, I told mummy about my week and we laughed a lot about it. And now, I'm blogging. That's all. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Valentine's Day everyone!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;And if you do no celebrate valentine's day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Friendship Day!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'Love and kindness are never wasted. They always make a difference. They bless the one who receives them, and they bless you, the giver.' - Ann &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Landers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-712922486767340050?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/712922486767340050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=712922486767340050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/712922486767340050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/712922486767340050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-havent-been-blogging-for-week-and-for.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-2016908626844620954</id><published>2009-02-06T22:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T14:10:52.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;It&lt;/span&gt; is rare that I do not enjoy choir practice. Today was an exception though. Most of us were so frustrated at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; of practice. Just to clarify one thing - for choristers, we run to train our stamina, and not waste our energy. Most of us got through the first half of choir practice in a foul mood. However, by the end of practice, we were all laughing and feeling better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;After choir, we had form teacher's period and because most of our classmates went on an excursion and so there was only about 8 of us left in class. So instead of having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lessons&lt;/span&gt;, we had a little fun with some lame jokes and also a little discussion on some class matters. And then it was dismissal time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;After school, Amanda and I went hunting for books again. We did not find anything that aroused our interest though. However, we did order a book from our teacher and can't wait to read it. We intend to go looking for books again soon. I think I pretty much sound like a geek or something similar. I'm not though. I just really love reading. I think bookworm would be more suitable compared to a geek. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... I'm just joking around. No offense to anyone. If offense is taken, I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I just finished clearing out some stuff on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and chanced upon a class video made by our teachers for us on our graduation ceremony. Watching the video brought back loads of memories as well as tears to my eyes. All the laughter, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;arguments&lt;/span&gt; and simply being mad at each other will always be some of my fondest memories. I know that I may have been a little harsh in trying to maintain class discipline, but that's because I do not want anyone of you to get into trouble. I'm sorry for all the times where I had to raise my voice. I really miss you all as well as the times we had. Initially, I thought that I'll get over this as soon as the term started and I absorb myself in my studies. I was wrong. It's really hard to forget the times we shared... And I better stop this or tears will come rolling down again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Hope to see you all soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'Under the magnetism of friendship the modest man becomes bold; the shy, confident; the lazy, active; and the impetuous, prudent and peaceful.' - William Thackeray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-2016908626844620954?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/2016908626844620954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=2016908626844620954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/2016908626844620954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/2016908626844620954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-is-rare-that-i-do-not-enjoy-choir.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-8294208113343093775</id><published>2009-02-04T21:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T17:51:22.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;It was a really frustrating day for me today. I was in pain - literally - the whole day and I had to try and control my actions so as not to worry anyone. I felt as if I was coming apart. It hurt so much that, at moments, I thought I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wasn'&lt;/span&gt;t going to make it and I would probably faint or something. I was breaking out in cold sweat. And then during lesson another incident really annoyed me. I mean it's not like I never tried. I did. Really hard and all that trying was ignored. So I stopped and told myself 'forget it'! And later in the day another form of annoyance attacked. It was really the test of my tolerance today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;The worst part was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;presentation&lt;/span&gt; I had to do. I was hurting so badly I had to force my feet to move and I was supposed to make a presentation. I nearly died, but I pulled through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;It was not all bad though. I know that I'm really blessed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;find&lt;/span&gt; great friends in this lifetime. However, I felt a sudden surge of bliss thanks to Amanda and Leon today. The really understand me. Thanks guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I have yet to tell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pam&lt;/span&gt; about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;matter&lt;/span&gt; that first annoyed me today, but I know it'll interest them as it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;related&lt;/span&gt; to one of our recent discussion topics. I think I can roughly guess their views on the matter though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'We cannot learn real patience and tolerance from a guru or a friend. They can be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;practiced&lt;/span&gt; only when we come in contact with someone who creates unpleasant experiences.' - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Dalai&lt;/span&gt; Lama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'With every friend I love who has been taken into the brown bosom of the earth a part of me has been buried there; but their contribution to my being of happiness, strength and understanding remains to sustain me in an altered world.' - Helen Keller &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-8294208113343093775?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/8294208113343093775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=8294208113343093775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/8294208113343093775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/8294208113343093775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-was-really-frustrating-day-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-5712843763378214842</id><published>2009-01-30T23:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T00:17:59.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I just returned from a mini &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;GNO&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Amanda&lt;/span&gt;... actually it's more of a girls evening out. We went for a movie and looked for novels, had dinner and shopped. Typical. I guess that's how some might put it. Not for us though, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fascinating&lt;/span&gt; stuff seem to occur to us at all our outings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;We went to watch &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Bride Wars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and while we were queueing up to get our drinks, we chatted. So when it was our turn, naturally we were in the midst of our conversation. Normally, people say 'Hi! How can I help you?' or something similar. But the guy behind the counter simply said 'Hi!' so I looked at him for a brief moment and said 'Hi!' before turning back to Amanda to finish up my sentence. However, she started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;laughing&lt;/span&gt; and so did another guy behind the counter. The guy that said 'hi' looked confused and so was I. So the both of us stared at each other and looked confused - thankfully the queue ended with us. I then proceeded to order our drinks while the two of them continued laughing. It was only a while later that I caught the punchline - I said hi - -funny(at that moment) - -and started the hysterics too. Apparently, the guy who was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;previously&lt;/span&gt; confused caught it too and we all started laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I guess to people around who do not have a clue on what was going on, they probably thought that we were friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;This is just one of the countless incidents we have encountered so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Anyway, it was indeed a great night. The chatting would probably continue later on if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Amanda&lt;/span&gt; calls me. The two of us can talk for hours and even if we hang up, we would still have loads to talk about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'I do not wish to treat friendships daintily, but with the roughest courage. When they are real, they are not glass threads or frost-work, but the solidest thing we know.' - Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-5712843763378214842?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/5712843763378214842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=5712843763378214842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/5712843763378214842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/5712843763378214842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-just-returned-from-mini-gno-with.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-3381344123733252455</id><published>2009-01-29T17:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T17:50:02.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Went to the Hospital today with Pam, Amanda, Ky and some teachers, to visit a classmate of ours. We got the news yesterday and was really shocked. He wasn't totally conscious yet, but he seems fine. Hope that they can be discharged and return to class soon. It's a crucial year for all of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;It's kind of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; actually, I was discussing with Pam about haw we aren't close to the two of them involved, yet somehow when we heard the news shock and sadness washed over us. I do have a theory though. I think it's because we have spent a couple of years an the same class and unknowingly we just sort of...bond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Anyway, hope you guys get well soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Best wishes!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'Okay, so today you're feeling low, but soon you will be better you know. Listen to the doctors you meet, and before you know it you'll be back on your feet.' - C. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pulsifer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-3381344123733252455?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/3381344123733252455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=3381344123733252455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/3381344123733252455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/3381344123733252455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2009/01/went-to-hospital-today-with-pam-amanda.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-5173885414195353853</id><published>2009-01-26T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T22:37:34.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Yo!! Happy lunar new year every one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;All the visiting and all is kind of tiring actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I haven't blogged in a while. There just really isn't much to blog about. The time I spent in school is quite repetitive - lessons, recess and more lessons. Sure, funny thing do happen daily - almost - but it's kind of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;inconvenient&lt;/span&gt; to mention some, and as for others, it actually originated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sometime&lt;/span&gt; ago and to tell the entire story, it would just take too much time. And time is something really important especially this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Anyway, I'm blogging just to wish all of you a Happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lunar&lt;/span&gt; New Year. May you all enjoy the bliss and laughter showered onto you by your friends and family. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Success&lt;/span&gt; is also part of life, so may you achieve success in all that you attempt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Good Luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending.' - Maria Robinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-5173885414195353853?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/5173885414195353853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=5173885414195353853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/5173885414195353853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/5173885414195353853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2009/01/yo-happy-lunar-new-year-every-one.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-7049449868102464790</id><published>2009-01-21T16:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T17:14:14.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Hooray!! I've gt my idea for my D&amp;amp;T &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;artefact&lt;/span&gt; and may start on my model. Most of my research is done. I'm so happy. It is relatively easy, i think. And hopefully, I am able to finish this earlier this year. Everything is tougher, thankfully, I'm still coping pretty well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I was actually not in a really good mood this morning. I felt pretty frustrated and just really uncomfortable. I don't know why. Then I realised something and apparently, Pam and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;KaiYun&lt;/span&gt; felt the same way. We were actually pretty annoyed. Really...sometimes it's hard to grasp the entire situation. After school ended, I felt better and now, I'm just doing my homework and blogging while taking a break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I had a chat with a great friend in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Taiwan&lt;/span&gt; and my spirits lifted. I haven't seen her for a while and everyone in my family misses her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I have lots of things coming up as well, firstly, there is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SYF&lt;/span&gt; 2009, then we have our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;CAs&lt;/span&gt;, then I have to complete my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;artefact&lt;/span&gt;, etc. It sure is going to be a busy year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Let's all work together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;5'n2 '09: We love one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;another!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'Stand up to your obstacles and do something about them. You will find that they haven't half the strength you think they have.' - Norman Vincent Peale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-7049449868102464790?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/7049449868102464790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=7049449868102464790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/7049449868102464790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/7049449868102464790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2009/01/hooray-ive-gt-my-idea-for-my-d-artefact.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-5682458640810196960</id><published>2009-01-16T17:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T16:02:56.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Not a day have passed where we did not have any homework. I've never had so much homework in my life. There's homework for almost every subject and it's all really tough and tiring. Especially on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tuesdays&lt;/span&gt; when I have choir practice and by the time I reach home it will be about 7pm. Then I'll have to have my bath and dinner, so by the time I actually start on my work it's about eight. And by the time I complete them it will be around midnight. It's exhausting. I really want to do well for this exams. I really scared. When I decided to take this route, I knew that I had to work doubly hard, and I have been doing so. But now I think I'll have to double that effort. If I was afraid of the exams last year, I'm going to be twice as terrified this year. Thankfully, I'm still able to cope with classwork and lessons are still understandable. I am still able to manage my lessons. If things go on this pace, I may be able to meet my targets. However, I highly doubt that possibility...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'While there is perhaps a province in which the photograph can tell us nothing more than what we see with our own eyes, there is another in which it proves to us how little our eyes permit us to see. ' - Dorothea &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-5682458640810196960?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/5682458640810196960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=5682458640810196960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/5682458640810196960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/5682458640810196960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2009/01/not-day-have-passed-where-we-did-not.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-378787314233109664</id><published>2009-01-13T22:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T18:15:01.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;My homework is totally piling up. I had choir till six and by the time I had my dinner and a short rest, it was 8.30pm. And... My homework is only almost done. I've had several ideas for my D&amp;amp;T &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;artefact&lt;/span&gt;, I'm not sure if they'll work though. I'm going to discuss them with my teacher tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What is the hell is wrong with you people??? If I didn't know better, I'd think that you're six. Can you at least try to be mature or at least act your age??? It's damn childish! I really don't have a clue to what is freaking wrong with your minds. It's like there is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; wrong with you intellectually. Things like that can be funny the first and second time it happens. But as time goes on, it gets bloody sickening. I'M TOTALLY SICK OF ALL OF YOU!!! I can be quite tolerant and I am still tolerating. You really won't like me getting in your face so back the hell off okay!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;There&lt;/span&gt; is a limit to everything including my patience. So far, I've not even spoken directly to you! Don't make me raise my voice!!! You've already used up all the tolerance I have. Don't try me. This is so not a threat. I really don't want to lose my temper. I've been controlling my temper and it's going pretty well. I really don't want to snap. Just back off okay!!! My dislike haven't turned to hate yet!!! Just get the freaking hell out of my face and things will be okay... This I promise you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I really hate using my blog to type negative stuff like that but I don't want to talk to you directly lest I lose my control. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe.' - Albert Einstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'Wise men talk because they have something to say; fools, because they have to say something.' - Plato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-378787314233109664?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/378787314233109664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=378787314233109664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/378787314233109664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/378787314233109664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-homework-is-totally-piling-up.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-3020868315233305671</id><published>2009-01-12T18:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T18:19:20.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;It's is a pretty exciting day today... loads of stuff happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Just this morning, there was an attire check and my skirt was found to be too short. In all my life in school, I have never had attire problems, this is a first. Most people were shocked. My skirt is already touching my knee caps. Anyway, We got back to class and attempted a specimen paper. It was a little more difficult than the usual ones, but I think we'll manage. We also had a lot of fun during &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PE&lt;/span&gt;. We played this game - it's hard to explain - but it sort of shows the bond between people and having known each other for so long, I felt that we bonded pretty well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;After school, The D&amp;amp;T students - including myself - went to collect our O-level question paper. I'm still thinking really hard. I haven't really had any idea(s) yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;And then, there was the release of the O-level results. I went to congratulate and comfort(sort of) my friends. I am really happy for them. Now, I'm worried about myself. The atmosphere in the hall earlier today was really tense and if I was the one taking my results, I'm sure it's going to be a whole lot worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Oh... by the way, just a reminder to students from 4N2 '08 please bring along $10 to school latest by this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; and pass it to Amanda, Pamela, Leon or myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Should you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;require&lt;/span&gt; more information, feel free to call anyone of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Thank You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Great things are not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;done by impulse, but by a series of small things brought together.' - Vincent Van &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Gogh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-3020868315233305671?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/3020868315233305671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=3020868315233305671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/3020868315233305671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/3020868315233305671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-is-pretty-exciting-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-3527948367534703500</id><published>2009-01-09T15:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T15:29:36.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I just completed editing my class blog. I think I'm quite satisfied with it. Now, my neck is aching. I don't mind the ache. I just hope that the class blog will be put to good use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Choir practices lately have been productive. I've learnt a lot. After stepping down early last year, I've become a little rusty but I'm back in shape now. We had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CCA&lt;/span&gt; for almost the entire curriculum time today. We were supposed to have a form teacher's period, but as the rest of our class had gone on a poly visit - the few of us were needed by our respective &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CCAs&lt;/span&gt; - we went to get the English compilation for some of our classmates and went to the hall for a brief period of time before heading home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;And I'm going out to purchase my biology materials.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Best wishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'Nothing can stop the man with the right mental attitude from achieving his goal; nothing on earth can help the man with the wrong mental attitude.' - Thomas Jefferson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-3527948367534703500?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/3527948367534703500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=3527948367534703500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/3527948367534703500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/3527948367534703500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-just-completed-editing-my-class-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-627409316217050411</id><published>2009-01-08T17:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T23:04:23.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;School was pretty vexing today. Most of us were practically rushing through our work. During biology today, Ms C&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;handran&lt;/span&gt; talked to us about the future path we may take and what it takes for us to achieve our goal. As I listened, a lot really went through my mind. I felt really scared, nervous and just confused. Amanda described this feeling as being pulled back down to reality. However, it seems more like hell to me. I don't know. It's kind of hard to describe that feeling. It's kind of painful actually.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Choypheng&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Junhao&lt;/span&gt; and Timothy came back to see us today. They spotted me first called for me. Our study corner was pretty dark today and I did not recognise them at first. So I went like &lt;em&gt;Who are you? &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kaiyun&lt;/span&gt; told me it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cp&lt;/span&gt;. We had a good laugh about it afterwards. It's really nice of them. It felt great to see them again. We went for lunch...Amanda and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jianxiong&lt;/span&gt; joined us too. I think seeing them today sort of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;compensated&lt;/span&gt; for some of the pain. Not all. Obviously. I highly doubt anything is able to relieve that pain right now. But as they say 'No pain, no gain.' And I really hope to gain something in the end - excellent results. I must see results. I am very sure that this year's schedule is going to be much much more hectic and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;strenuous&lt;/span&gt; as compared to last year's. But I've made my choice and I will endure and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;persevere&lt;/span&gt;. I hope that you all do to.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'We must all suffer one of two things: the pain of discipline or the pain of regret or disappointment. ' - Jim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Rohn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-627409316217050411?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/627409316217050411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=627409316217050411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/627409316217050411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/627409316217050411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2009/01/school-was-pretty-vexing-today.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-7208302303146242294</id><published>2009-01-05T17:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:20:01.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; day of school. Voted chairperson again. Leon's the vice-chairperson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;We decorated the the notice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;board&lt;/span&gt; too. It's really colourful. Lessons will start officially on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;. This means more admin stuff to settle tomorrow. And more decorations to put up. We may be watching a movie as a class tomorrow too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I do not know what's wrong with me... I'm writing in really short sentences. But that's the rough idea of what we did today. We are going to have a class blog up soon. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Weiqi&lt;/span&gt; is in charge of that and I'm really eager to see the end product. We did discuss about having one last year, but in the end, the plan was aborted, so I hope this year's blog will be a success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Tomorrow, it will be a little more relaxed as we only have to add detail to the class decorations and settle some admin stuff. Then we may watch a movie. I'm sure it's going to be great - to have some time for the class to bond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;This morning, I met up with a few of my friends cum ex-classmates to catch up. It's nice to see them all again. We chatted - well, mostly, I listened - and laughed a lot. Basically, I had a lot of fun. The emotions I had when I saw them were kind of mixed actually. I was ecstatic because I finally get to see them again, I was sad because I know that after this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;meeting&lt;/span&gt; it will probably be a while before we see each other again and I felt blessed because, well, I've got friends like them. I was teary, but as all of them are guys, and I really did not feel like crying in front of them, so, I controlled myself, and it was with tremendous effort. ( I must sound like a crybaby!) I really hope to see them again soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Hey buddies!! Best of luck in your future endeavours. May you enjoy bliss and reap the fruits of your labour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;All the best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.' - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Anaïs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Nin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-7208302303146242294?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/7208302303146242294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=7208302303146242294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/7208302303146242294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/7208302303146242294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2009/01/2-nd-day-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-7268279018496679537</id><published>2009-01-02T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T21:12:58.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;It is our first day back at school today. As usual, my register number is 1 and Pam is 2. There are only 25 students in my class and comparing this with the class I had last year, it feels kind of empty. Although I'm ecstatic to be back at school, it sort of saddens me to feel the emptiness of the classroom. I really miss my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;We also had a change of principal. He is kind of funny and somehow, most people enjoy his speeches. During his address this morning, I received a call and by some coincidence, they were talking about us, students, not being allowed to use our mobiles during curriculum time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Obviously&lt;/span&gt;, I ignored the ringing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;After dismissal, I checked my phone and realised it was Kelvin. I returned the call and managed to chat with him as well as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ChoyPheng&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;JunHao&lt;/span&gt;. It felt awesome. I really miss them a lot. I almost cried just talking to them, but I managed to control myself. I really wish to see them again. We talked about the schools they were attending and their courses and just stuff. I also started to play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt; with the idea of a reunion party nearing the end of this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I also met Angie and Eileen again. Somehow, it feels great to just to see my friends again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I really miss you all. Hope to see you all again sometime soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Good luck in your future endeavours and may you be blessed with bliss and good fortune wherever you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;See you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'Every parting is a foretaste of death, and every reunion a foretaste of resurrection. ' - Schopenhauer, Arthur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-7268279018496679537?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/7268279018496679537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=7268279018496679537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/7268279018496679537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/7268279018496679537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-is-our-first-day-back-at-school.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-2520646909284556986</id><published>2009-01-01T16:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T16:46:09.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;A very Happy New Year 2009 to one and all! It's a new year, a new beginning. Cherish all of your loved ones and keep them in your heart. Life is extremely unpredictable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Good Luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-2520646909284556986?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/2520646909284556986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=2520646909284556986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/2520646909284556986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/2520646909284556986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2009/01/very-happy-new-year-2009-to-one-and-all.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-1345363300634670940</id><published>2008-12-31T20:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T20:49:12.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I went out with Pam today, our main intention was to get some stuff for school as well as some accessories, instead, we got a whole lot of other stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I met up with her at about 12 and we proceeded to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bugis&lt;/span&gt; where I got myself a wallet. Then we went walking around looking for other stuff to buy - we wanted to make a best friend charm - but nothing caught our eye, so instead, we went to Seoul Garden for lunch. After lunch, we headed off to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Vivo&lt;/span&gt; for more shopping. We first went into a CD shop and I bought two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CDs&lt;/span&gt; then, at Mu-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ee&lt;/span&gt;, we found our charm (I post the pictures another day). So, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;naturally&lt;/span&gt;, we made one each. After that was done, we really did not one to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;spend&lt;/span&gt; anymore and so headed home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I also made a discovery today. It is absolutely not something hilarious. I can't really find a word to describe it, but a close enough word would be scary. It's not surprising exactly because I sort of predicted it before...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Yeah, so a close enough description would definitely be scary. To protect her privacy, I'm not saying what discovery I made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;All in all, I had a lot of fun today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'Without friends, no one would choose to live, though he had all other goods.' - Aristotle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-1345363300634670940?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/1345363300634670940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=1345363300634670940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/1345363300634670940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/1345363300634670940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-went-out-with-pam-today-our-main.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-6443690672731766978</id><published>2008-12-30T17:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T20:37:05.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SVnsrnET5RI/AAAAAAAAAXM/aHZxSqrfkK8/s1600-h/Photo0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285515871661581586" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SVnrP912AYI/AAAAAAAAAV8/maZr7Qn-4Kc/s320/Photo0022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SVnrPniN-MI/AAAAAAAAAV0/OE3xcN1WX2A/s1600-h/Photo0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285514291239057602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SVnrPniN-MI/AAAAAAAAAV0/OE3xcN1WX2A/s320/Photo0018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; My sis on a bike... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I recently returned from an eight-day holiday. We - my family - took a different holiday this time. Instead of the usual flights overseas, my dad drove all the way to Thailand. It was really cool. I learnt loads of stuff. And of course, as usual, lots of shopping was done. That sounds just like me - shopping...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I won't say much in this post though, I feel that it will be kind of boring... all the shopping and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-6443690672731766978?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/6443690672731766978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=6443690672731766978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/6443690672731766978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/6443690672731766978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-sis-on-bike.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SVnsrnET5RI/AAAAAAAAAXM/aHZxSqrfkK8/s72-c/Photo0047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-1895169055875159405</id><published>2008-12-19T16:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T18:30:35.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;The bad feelings have evaporated! My results are better than I expected. Congratulations to everyone on completing 4 years of secondary education.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;It makes me realise me really sad to know that some of my friends won't be with me anymore next year. I am happy that I'm able to move on up to the next level and yet I really want us all to move up together. I know that we will still keep in contact no matter what, however, the time that we will be spending with each other is greatly reduced. It;s kind of disheartening actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Okay! Enough about the negative stuff already. Congratulations to Pam, Jen and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Naz&lt;/span&gt; on obtaining the top 4 positions. It's nice to know that some of my friends and I are able to have our positions so close together. I guess it's like what they say - birds of a feather flock together. The four of us have been through a lot and I'm sure with the drive and determination we all have, we will be able to achieve our dreams. I am really looking forward to see you in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Also, to all my pals, you have tried your best and done well. Congratulations!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Lastly, to all those who are disappointed with your results, don't lose hope...it's still not considered too late. If you can put in the extra effort I'm sure success will come your way. Have faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Looking forward to seeing all of you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Best wishes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'Without friends no one would choose to live, though he had all other goods.' - Aristotle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'Friendship make prosperity more shining and lessens adversity by dividing and sharing it.' - Cicero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-1895169055875159405?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/1895169055875159405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=1895169055875159405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/1895169055875159405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/1895169055875159405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2008/12/bad-feelings-have-evaporated-my-results.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-2045642976473351788</id><published>2008-12-17T16:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T16:57:27.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Oh Gosh!!! I'm terribly nervous right now. Actually, mere words aren't enough to describe how I feel. I'll be collecting my results tomorrow and I get closer to that every second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I woke up in the middle of last night and realised that I was crying. Crying in my sleep may not be a first for me - especially after recent incidents -  but it's not something that happens everyday either. I must have had a bad dream. The problem is, I simple can't remember what I dreamt about. And I don't know if I should take this as a bad omen... I hope not. I honestly hope that it's just the stress that I've been facing recently. I wish that I could get it over and done with, yet I'm also really worried about it. *Sigh* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;It's really getting on my nerves. Honestly, the agony is worse than PMS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Whatever it is, I do hope that this ordeal will be over soon. It's not that I really hate this feeling. It's just that it's makes me feel really uncomfortable and at a loss. And I like to know what I'm doing. I dislike feeling lost. It's like making wrong turns &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Good luck every one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'Courage is being scared to death - but saddling up anyway.' - John Wayne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-2045642976473351788?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/2045642976473351788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=2045642976473351788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/2045642976473351788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/2045642976473351788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-gosh-im-terribly-nervous-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-2642724722635521603</id><published>2008-12-12T16:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:34:14.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm really frustrated lately. I still write songs but inspiration is limited. I just can't seem to find much inspiration. I used to be able to write about 3 verses in one sitting. Now, I can only write about one and a half. I think that the stress is messing with my head. Currently, my studies tops my list of priorities and as I mentioned, I'm really worried about my results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I never used to feel this way, but I the holidays are a tad too long. I have no homework and although I do some self studying, they are not enough to occupy all my time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Sure, I do meet up with my friends to do what normal teenagers do - catch movies, shopping, singing, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;However, I can't do all these every day, So, I do some reading and try to write more songs. I was browsing through some of my previous songs yesterday and I did some editing. I must say, Amanda and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shermeen&lt;/span&gt; did an amazing job on the music. If we continue, we might just be able to reach our target by the end of next year. Amazing, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;The only thing left to worry about right now is my results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;*sigh* Results, results, results...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'Life is a succession of moments. To live each one is to succeed.' - Coretta Scott King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-2642724722635521603?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/2642724722635521603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=2642724722635521603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/2642724722635521603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/2642724722635521603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-really-frustrated-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-4138135321680193956</id><published>2008-12-10T16:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:45:20.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm now starting to get nervous. My results will be released on the 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of this month and I really don't know how I'll score - I don't even have a clue. I felt that the papers okay. There were questions which were difficult as well as questions which were slightly less challenging. I do hope that my results will be up to expectations. I have set rather reasonable targets for myself and I do hope that the targets are met. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Of course, I do have subjects which I have more confidence in as well as subjects where I lack a little confidence. I may be able to cope with my work but I was never the best student. I never really aimed to be the best student either. I just do what I have to do to maintain my grades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'The significant problems we face cannot be solved at the same level of thinking we were at when we created them.' - Albert Einstein&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-4138135321680193956?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/4138135321680193956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=4138135321680193956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/4138135321680193956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/4138135321680193956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-now-starting-to-get-nervous.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-6555676692510975254</id><published>2008-12-02T15:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T15:56:58.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I have been pretty busy lately with camps and stuff. And today, I'm blogging in a totally different mood and atmosphere...&lt;br /&gt;I recently thought about how fragile life is and how we could lose someone so easily. It's all so unexpected they can be right next to you within the next second things change. I really don't understand this but this is life and there's no changing it.&lt;br /&gt;We really should treasure the people around us. We must ensure that there is never going to be any regrets no matter what happens...&lt;br /&gt;Good luck...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man.' - Antoine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; Saint &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Éxupéry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-6555676692510975254?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/6555676692510975254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=6555676692510975254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/6555676692510975254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/6555676692510975254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-have-been-pretty-busy-lately-with.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-6097721190400406947</id><published>2008-11-20T17:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T17:34:19.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Other than the post I did about my prom, I guess it is safe to say that I haven't been blogging for some time. I had been working and settling some stuff. However, now, I'm pretty idle and will be able to resume blogging. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I still do have choir practice every Tuesday and Thursday till the end of this month - so take note my fellow choristers. That should keep me occupied for a couple of days each week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;On other days, I would either write songs, read some books, do some revision to prepare for school next year or get a few friends to go shopping. It is pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fulfilling&lt;/span&gt;. At least, all these keeps me from rotting during the holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Tomorrow, a number of us are going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sentosa&lt;/span&gt; for a day of fun, joy and laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Thinking back, I actually kind of miss going to school where we learn new stuff everyday... It's weird how when we were going through our regular timetable, we would really anticipate the holidays and while we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;having&lt;/span&gt; our holidays, I actually anticipate going back to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Whatever it is, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wish&lt;/span&gt; that all of you enjoy what is left of the holidays. After all, a pretty hectic 2009 awaits us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Good Luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'To get all there is out of living, we must employ our time wisely, never being in too much of a hurry to stop and sip life, but never losing our sense of the enormous value of a minute.' - Robert &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Updegraff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-6097721190400406947?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/6097721190400406947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=6097721190400406947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/6097721190400406947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/6097721190400406947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2008/11/other-than-post-i-did-about-my-prom-i.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-6932832958797200433</id><published>2008-11-15T17:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T18:49:15.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SR6uAuvtMTI/AAAAAAAAASg/dLSe-qJqUHc/s1600-h/prom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268839941641417010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SR6uAuvtMTI/AAAAAAAAASg/dLSe-qJqUHc/s320/prom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; Amanda, me, Angie and Jasmine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SR6ssG7CxMI/AAAAAAAAASY/yFhkWi0ALyw/s1600-h/Photo0352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268838487842538690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SR6ssG7CxMI/AAAAAAAAASY/yFhkWi0ALyw/s320/Photo0352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Eileen and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SR6ssBPSkkI/AAAAAAAAASQ/LHklZpbZb9E/s1600-h/Photo0351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268838486316847682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SR6ssBPSkkI/AAAAAAAAASQ/LHklZpbZb9E/s320/Photo0351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Jasmine and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SR6slKEwC4I/AAAAAAAAASI/aDUgF8auwYE/s1600-h/Photo0350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268838368429476738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SR6slKEwC4I/AAAAAAAAASI/aDUgF8auwYE/s320/Photo0350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; Me and Angie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SR6skx7zsLI/AAAAAAAAASA/S8CMkQK2Yo4/s1600-h/Photo0349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268838361949515954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SR6skx7zsLI/AAAAAAAAASA/S8CMkQK2Yo4/s320/Photo0349.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Zewen, me, and Guangwei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SR6sk9p6CFI/AAAAAAAAAR4/uV_I3fHmC-c/s1600-h/Photo0348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268838365095659602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SR6sk9p6CFI/AAAAAAAAAR4/uV_I3fHmC-c/s320/Photo0348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; YueHan and Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SR6skbdLV0I/AAAAAAAAARw/7ssZ4O1XjFk/s1600-h/Photo0347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268838355915462466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SR6skbdLV0I/AAAAAAAAARw/7ssZ4O1XjFk/s320/Photo0347.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me and Kelvin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SR6skYsLlOI/AAAAAAAAARo/XHNBL0pk4Js/s1600-h/Photo0346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268838355173086434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SR6skYsLlOI/AAAAAAAAARo/XHNBL0pk4Js/s320/Photo0346.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Leon and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SR6XERXMJbI/AAAAAAAAARg/sEz75v9OcQY/s1600-h/n1352846746_140177_4375[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268814713705997746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SR6XERXMJbI/AAAAAAAAARg/sEz75v9OcQY/s320/n1352846746_140177_4375%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Kelvin, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yue&lt;/span&gt; Han and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Leng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SR6XD3ykRdI/AAAAAAAAARY/0EQpUv074D8/s1600-h/n685663025_1044935_8095[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268814706841503186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SR6XD3ykRdI/AAAAAAAAARY/0EQpUv074D8/s320/n685663025_1044935_8095%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt; Photo taken while we were not aware.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;JianXiong&lt;/span&gt;, Leon, Kelvin, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;YueHan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LengChye&lt;/span&gt;, Amanda and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(credit goes to Jasmine) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SR6XDlsbZLI/AAAAAAAAARI/NvsmpSlscYg/s1600-h/n533616261_1511481_4626[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268814701983917234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SR6XDlsbZLI/AAAAAAAAARI/NvsmpSlscYg/s320/n533616261_1511481_4626%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; My lucky draw prize... Thanks to Leon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SR6WXKVnugI/AAAAAAAAARA/HYEoXQwq2Yk/s1600-h/n533616261_1511476_3555[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268813938726255106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SR6WXKVnugI/AAAAAAAAARA/HYEoXQwq2Yk/s320/n533616261_1511476_3555%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; Dancing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SR6WXFWIFqI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/VFADkcW3RDc/s1600-h/n533616261_1511474_3140[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268813937386198690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SR6WXFWIFqI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/VFADkcW3RDc/s320/n533616261_1511474_3140%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; Half eaten meal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SR6WW_kCAOI/AAAAAAAAAQw/-xXBcfXgaKg/s1600-h/n533616261_1511473_2938[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268813935833907426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SR6WW_kCAOI/AAAAAAAAAQw/-xXBcfXgaKg/s320/n533616261_1511473_2938%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; Leon's meal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SR6WWxUeOqI/AAAAAAAAAQo/_KWx4p5F5eI/s1600-h/n533616261_1511472_2738[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268813932010551970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SR6WWxUeOqI/AAAAAAAAAQo/_KWx4p5F5eI/s320/n533616261_1511472_2738%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; Romantic huh!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SR6WWigwBFI/AAAAAAAAAQg/5oAL2arvydU/s1600-h/n533616261_1511468_2023[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268813928035517522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SR6WWigwBFI/AAAAAAAAAQg/5oAL2arvydU/s320/n533616261_1511468_2023%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Prom 2008 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SR6Uv84w-2I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/OdFLlUohofE/s1600-h/Photo0344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268812165589039970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SR6Uv84w-2I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/OdFLlUohofE/s320/Photo0344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Shaking it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SR6UvvqIB2I/AAAAAAAAAQI/ygaud30NGRc/s1600-h/DSC03973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268812162037974882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SR6UvvqIB2I/AAAAAAAAAQI/ygaud30NGRc/s320/DSC03973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; Me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sinead&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SR6UvZ0Z8xI/AAAAAAAAAQA/V4IzN_rzRyM/s1600-h/DSC03972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268812156175512338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SR6UvZ0Z8xI/AAAAAAAAAQA/V4IzN_rzRyM/s320/DSC03972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Amanda, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Choypheng&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Sinead&lt;/span&gt; and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SR6Uu-y8LHI/AAAAAAAAAP4/GkZwgUmvww4/s1600-h/DSC00769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268812148921609330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SR6Uu-y8LHI/AAAAAAAAAP4/GkZwgUmvww4/s320/DSC00769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Amanda, Elaine, me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Badi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;We attended our prom last night and had a blast there. We had dinner, watched videos, danced and just simply had fun. There was a segment where 6 volunteers were needed to strut their stuff. That was really hilarious as well. We had so much fun that time past really quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Before prom, Amanda, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;CP&lt;/span&gt; and I went to get our hair done before heading to Amanda's house to further our prom preparations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;We left her place at 6 and reached our destination in 15 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;minutes&lt;/span&gt;. we waited for Leon and met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Jian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Xiong&lt;/span&gt; on the way up. The 5 of us shared a table with Angie, Eileen, Jasmine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;LengChye&lt;/span&gt;. We also shared some really funny jokes... I'm sure you guys remember them... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;After some talking, video-viewing and dinner, it was time to hit the dance floor. Angie asked me if I wanted to dance... I was kind of shy so we took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; photos instead. Soon, a number of people were on the dance floor shaking their stuff and Angie dragged me in. I was pretty reluctant at first but, being in love with music, I soon got caught up in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;rhythm&lt;/span&gt; and started dancing as well. Our little group expanded with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Sinead&lt;/span&gt; and friends joining us. We had a great time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;After all the dancing, we all returned to our seats and had a lucky draw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Each of our prom tickets are numbered and two of our teachers would draw a slip of paper which contained the number from a box and if your ticket number matches, you are the lucky winner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;There were 10 prizes to be won. The first person called wins tenth place. And that lucky person was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;CP&lt;/span&gt;. She was really shy at first and we sabotaged her by chanting her name. In the end, she had no choice but to go on stage. After the 3rd person went up, Leon kept shouting 038 which was my ticket number. I was kind of relieved &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;that my&lt;/span&gt; number was not called. However, When it was time to give out the second prize, the emcee shouted 0...3...8 and I went like 'Oh shit' my friends all shouted my name and cheered and all and as usual, I blushed...it was really funny...I won a web-cam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;And when I returned to the table &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;CP&lt;/span&gt; went 'You see, laugh at me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;some more&lt;/span&gt;, you got it yourself!' And we all laughed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;In short, we really had a great time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'Dance as though no one is watching you; love as though you have never been hurt before, sing as though no one can hear you, live as though heaven is on earth.' - Alfred &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Souza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-6932832958797200433?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/6932832958797200433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=6932832958797200433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/6932832958797200433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/6932832958797200433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2008/11/kelvin-yue-han-and-leng-chye-photo.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SR6uAuvtMTI/AAAAAAAAASg/dLSe-qJqUHc/s72-c/prom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-6448562050878623456</id><published>2008-11-05T21:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T21:08:36.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Something pretty bad had happened recently... It's kind of hard to describe how I feel. I'm thankful for my pals who have been there for me, comforting me and cheering me up. Thank you so much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-6448562050878623456?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/6448562050878623456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=6448562050878623456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/6448562050878623456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/6448562050878623456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2008/11/something-pretty-bad-had-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-7123976574417616639</id><published>2008-11-05T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T21:05:50.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;This one's for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;You've always been there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Whenever I needed you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;You listened&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to my joys,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;My sorrows and all I had to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;You stayed by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Giving me strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Spurring me on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Making me believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Dreams do come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;So, why did you have to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;When you know I'll grief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I long to know where you are right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Is it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;impossible&lt;/span&gt;, so impossible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;To just stay here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Here with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;We've had quarrels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;We've had fights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;But in the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;It's all okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Apologies were never needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;We just seem to make it up, somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;This always reminds me of kindergarten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Where friendships were so innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Only, we were more than just friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;So, why did you have to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;When you know I'll grief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I still long to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Where you are right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Is it impossible, so impossible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;To just stay here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Here with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Now that you're gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;All I have is memories that you left behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I'm finding a way to just stay strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Where's your shoulder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;When I need it most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Why did you have to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;So why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Why did you have to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;When you know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; grief I still long to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Where you are right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I miss you so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I wish things could change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I know it's impossible, just impossible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;For you to come back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I'll leave a special place in my heart for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;It'll be yours forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I promise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I'll miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Goodbye forever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-7123976574417616639?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/7123976574417616639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=7123976574417616639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/7123976574417616639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/7123976574417616639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-ones-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-8641833343909807287</id><published>2008-10-29T15:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T16:06:30.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Hey everyone!!! What's up?? I got off work a little early as there isn't much to be done today. So, here I am - blogging...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Basically, my pals and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; check through some papers and make sure that they are there. We then put a tick an the attendance list. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sure&lt;/span&gt; sounds simple, and simple it is. Each of us go through a few hundred scripts each day and when all the scripts for the day is finished, we head home. We will have a pretty busy day tomorrow though. there are a couple of major subjects to check through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Anyway, enough about work. I'm currently so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;psyched up about our prom. It will be our first. We have gotten everything ready and we already have our schedule all planned out. I think that it's going to be a great evening. About nine of us went to catch &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;High School Musical 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; yesterday and it was awesome. It was their senior year and watching the movie made me tear up. I was reminded of the things we - my friends/classmates and I - went through the pasrt few years and I just couldn't help it. I know that I'll miss them all. We may have our occasional squabbles, but at the end of it all, we have gone through so much as a team and it's almost impossible for me to let it all go just liike that. All the memories whether good or otherwise will be kept in my heart till my last breath. I know that I'm 16 and saying things like that may sound daft to some, but who knows what tomorrow brings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;All the best and may all of you lead wonderful and fufilling lives!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'The fireworks begin today.  Each diploma is a lighted match, each one of you is a fuse.' - Ed Koch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-8641833343909807287?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/8641833343909807287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=8641833343909807287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/8641833343909807287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/8641833343909807287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2008/10/hey-everyone-whats-up-i-got-off-work.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-3597009169115967092</id><published>2008-10-18T19:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T19:15:57.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hey people. I'll be starting work next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; and this means that blogging will have to stop for a couple of weeks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I will also be going prom shopping this coming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;. I'm actually really excited about prom... This will be my first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'll post pictures!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hope to see you people there! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-3597009169115967092?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/3597009169115967092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=3597009169115967092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/3597009169115967092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/3597009169115967092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2008/10/hey-people.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-4445297836524526221</id><published>2008-10-14T17:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T18:08:39.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I had an appointment with the dentist today. I had an X-ray taken and we sort of found out some stuff. I have to surgically remove a molar tooth is it is slanted at a 45 degree angle and it is affecting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; tooth next to it. It sounds really painful though. I do have another appointment this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; to try and remove it. To be absolutely honest, I'm really really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;afraid&lt;/span&gt;. I'm very sure that it will hurt - a lot. Hello!! It is not like simply removing it the normal way... It has to be like surgically removed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm very nervous now. I have always had like a phobia of dentists of something. I wasn't born like that of anything. I actually came about about eight years ago when a dentist extracted like the wrong tooth. I ended up with two front tooth missing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;instead&lt;/span&gt; of one. But, that isn't the point. The point is, it hurt like hell. I mean, cone on, extracting a tooth that is loose is okay, but extracting one that is not is just extremely painful. After that incident I started to fear dentists and as a result, I often let loose teeth fall &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;naturally&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And now, eight years, I have to go through an almost similar ordeal. removing a teeth that isn't loose. I'm so scared now that I could cry. Now, there really isn't anything else to do except to hope that everything is going to be okay and well, not so painful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'Pain and pleasure, like light and darkness, succeed each other. ' - Laurence Sterne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-4445297836524526221?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/4445297836524526221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=4445297836524526221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/4445297836524526221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/4445297836524526221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-had-appointment-with-dentist-today.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-6302615944011889834</id><published>2008-10-13T10:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T11:14:16.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;My shopping trip on Friday was pretty eventful. We managed to by quite a number of stuff. We also had loads of fun just chatting and laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;There was one thing that really made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CP&lt;/span&gt; and me really mad though. It was the way we got home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;After shopping, the two of us decided to head home while Amanda and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Shermeen&lt;/span&gt; stayed on. We crossed the road to the bus stop a&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; to our dismay, none of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;buses&lt;/span&gt; there goes our way. So we decided to walk further ahead. We just walked and walked... We passed quite a number of bus stops and by the time we found one with the correct bus, we were beat. So we sat down and waited. After about 10 minutes, the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; thing happened. I'm so not going to say what. Anyway, after that, we continued waiting and got really really frustrated Hence, we decided to catch a cab. So once again, we waited. Unfortunately, no cab &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;stopped&lt;/span&gt;. Now, we got really really irritated and I got really really grumpy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;There was no other choice but to continue further down the road where it was much easier to hail a cab. And that's what we did. When we finally managed to get a cab, we seriously heaved a sigh of relief. We complained a lot in the cab too... Looking back now, it is really hilarious...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;However, I don't think I want to experience that anytime soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'A well-developed sense of humor is the pole that adds balance to your steps as you walk the tightrope of life.' - William Arthur Ward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-6302615944011889834?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/6302615944011889834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=6302615944011889834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/6302615944011889834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/6302615944011889834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-shopping-trip-on-friday-was-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-1295926568615763820</id><published>2008-10-10T14:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T14:55:33.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;It's the first official day of my holiday today, and, I'm going shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;There is actually a reason for this particular shopping trip... But, I'm not telling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I hope to see you guys soon. we may all be separated next year, but I really hope that our friendship remains. We have gone through a lot together and I simply can't bear to leave you guys...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I do hope that no matter what happens, we'll all keep in touch. I also meant what I said about the reunion stuff. So, if anybody has any ideas about it, give me a ring. Most of you have my contacts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;All the best in your future endeavours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.' - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Anais&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-1295926568615763820?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/1295926568615763820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=1295926568615763820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/1295926568615763820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/1295926568615763820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-first-official-day-of-my-holiday.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-1217071620639942014</id><published>2008-10-09T16:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T16:35:34.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I took my last paper today and that would mean that I'm done with school - for the rest of the year at least. My holiday. The paper we took today was pretty tough, I highly doubt that I'll do very well for this paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;After our paper, some of us went to design some cards for our principal. I'm quite satisfied with the design. It looks really nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'll begin working in slightly less than two weeks and I'm really looking forward to it. It is going to be something totally new to me. I have never had such an experience. I just hope that I don't mess things up. Well, I doubt that any of us would, but we are new. I feel that it is going to be a wonderful experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'If you will call your troubles experiences, and remember that every experience develops some latent force within you, you will grow vigorous and happy, however adverse your circumstances may seem to be.' - James Russell Miller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-1217071620639942014?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/1217071620639942014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=1217071620639942014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/1217071620639942014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/1217071620639942014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-took-my-last-paper-today-and-that.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-8605246962977226151</id><published>2008-10-08T15:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T15:49:37.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'll be taking my D&amp;amp;T paper tomorrow. I feel really excited yet, really nervous at the same time. It is going to be my very last paper of the year and I'm really afraid that I will not do well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I am also really anticipating for my results to be released. I hope that I'll be able to do well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I also have quite a number of events lined up over the next couple of months. I would have my very first job, several birthday parties, an overseas trip, and a whole lot more. And, I'm looking forward to every single one of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'We must learn to reawaken and keep ourselves awake, not by mechanical aid, but by an infinite expectation of the dawn.' - Henry David Thoreau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-8605246962977226151?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/8605246962977226151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=8605246962977226151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/8605246962977226151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/8605246962977226151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2008/10/ill-be-taking-my-d-paper-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-4657863681220266591</id><published>2008-10-03T17:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T17:12:05.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Okay, I know that I have said that I'll halt blogging for a few days as I'm preparing for my exams, but I am kind of well, not busy now so I just say a couple of things. Firstly, I got a job. It's really cool. It's the very first job that I'll be holding. I just feel so different. Although I haven't like officially started yet, I just feel as if I am more grown up. I really can't put that feeling simply into words. When I heard the news, I was like 'WOW!!! I got a job.' I will be working with three of my friends and well, it is going to be a great experience. I'm sure of that. The is bound to be some happy as well as unhappy stuff going on, but, like I said, it an experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I just can't wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;We took our math paper 2 as well as our geography paper today. that means, I only have one more paper to go. I'll be taking it with my fellow D&amp;amp;T peers on the 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of this month. Finally, the exams are almost over. The only other thing that is keeping me nervous is the results...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'We have not passed that subtle line between childhood and adulthood until we move from the passive voice to the active voice -- that is, until we stop saying "It got lost," and say "I lost it."' - Sydney J. Harris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-4657863681220266591?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/4657863681220266591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=4657863681220266591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/4657863681220266591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/4657863681220266591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2008/10/okay-i-know-that-i-have-said-that-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-6557788423206858963</id><published>2008-10-02T16:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T17:10:22.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Hey people!!! What's up?!?! I'm currently in the midst of my major exams. Thus, I may stop blogging for a few days. I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Good bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;All the best for your papers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-6557788423206858963?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/6557788423206858963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=6557788423206858963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/6557788423206858963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/6557788423206858963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2008/10/hey-people-whats-up-im-currently-in.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-7792797012479413370</id><published>2008-09-29T17:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T17:31:35.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;On &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;, I attended the Singapore Grand P&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 2008. I dad had associates and managed to get me a pass. It was so cool. I got to go where ever I wanted - almost. Thanks dad. I dad only called my on that day itself and within 2 hours, there I was. It was awesome. Actually, I wanted to make it to last night's race. However, as I had 3 papers to sit for today, that plan was scrapped. I managed to catch it on television though. The Fernando Alonso in first place, Nico &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rosberg&lt;/span&gt; in second place and Lewis &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hamiltion&lt;/span&gt; coming in third. Congratulations!!! But, it is just not the same. There is a huge difference between being at the actual race and merely watching television. The feel is just not there. It's like music. There is a huge difference between being at an actual concert and simply watching it over the television or listening to the songs over the radio. You really do not get to feel the excitement. Well, of course there will still be some excitement felt, just not as much as if you were attending it in person. But, I guess it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. my studies are just as important. This is after all, the national exams that I'll be sitting for. I'm well aware that if I do not do well, there is no turning back. I think that at our age, our time should be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;managed&lt;/span&gt; well enough. However, not matter how hard I try, I seem to go slightly off track at times. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Thankfully&lt;/span&gt;, I often manage to complete my tasks in time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I am really really tired today. We all are. We sat for like 3 papers today. At the end of i&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; all, most of our energy had been used up. We also got our preliminary examinations results. The top few are as usual, with Jennifer coning in first, Pamela in second position, myself coming in third, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nurul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; coming in fourth and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Nazeerah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; taking the fifth position. However, I am actually quite disappointed in myself. I feel that I'm able to achieve better. I'm not talking about positions here. I'm fine with what I got. I'm really disappointed in my results. I think that if I were to put in just a little extra effort, I would be able to do better. And, hopefully, I would for the national exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;We do have a few more papers to go. All the best to everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'Setting a goal is not the main thing. It is deciding how you will go about achieving it and staying with that plan.' - Tom Landry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-7792797012479413370?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/7792797012479413370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=7792797012479413370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/7792797012479413370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/7792797012479413370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2008/09/on-friday-i-attended-singapore-grand-p.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-4122498664995910023</id><published>2008-09-26T16:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T18:10:26.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SNyzM12Kx1I/AAAAAAAAAPw/X9ve_VJK2B0/s1600-h/Photo0272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250268298801235794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SNyzM12Kx1I/AAAAAAAAAPw/X9ve_VJK2B0/s320/Photo0272.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The September, October, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;November&lt;/span&gt; and December babies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SNyzEJUB8mI/AAAAAAAAAPI/twNUkKDW34M/s1600-h/Photo0281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250268149407937122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SNyzEJUB8mI/AAAAAAAAAPI/twNUkKDW34M/s320/Photo0281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me and Pam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250268152877784002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SNyzEWPTm8I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/r6pLpbXpU7s/s320/Photo0280.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Pam and Leon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SNyzEY5Ji6I/AAAAAAAAAPY/I0RpGHiJHaA/s1600-h/Photo0277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250268153590156194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SNyzEY5Ji6I/AAAAAAAAAPY/I0RpGHiJHaA/s320/Photo0277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Cutting of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blueberry&lt;/span&gt; cake...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SNyzEg-NyUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/ayTEJsv3hTE/s1600-h/Photo0276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250268155758889282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SNyzEg-NyUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/ayTEJsv3hTE/s320/Photo0276.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The cake with a bridge...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SNyzEvPaiyI/AAAAAAAAAPo/HhXpIIE3Tl4/s1600-h/Photo0274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250268159589124898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SNyzEvPaiyI/AAAAAAAAAPo/HhXpIIE3Tl4/s320/Photo0274.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;The first slice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I had a really interesting day today. Let me begin with what happened this morning. It rained really really heavily this morning and although I was under a shelter, I still got wet. I contemplated on whether or not I should get my parents to send me to school. Just as a was about to call home, the bus arrived and I thought that since the bus is here, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; not disturb my parents. While I was boarding the bus, I was kind of being pushed and got drenched. The worst thing was, I so happened to choose a spot where the air-con was blowing directly at me. I was practically freezing. Thank god I live near my school and so it wasn't a long journey. When I reached school, and was about to alight, I realised that the bus stop was sort of flooded, slightly further away, that is a spot where it was slightly, just slightly drier, so I aimed at that spot and kind of 'flew' towards it. The best thing was, I landed quite perfectly. And so did Amanda who was in the bus as well. It was kind of cool actually. This morning, Amanda and I did lots of '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;flying&lt;/span&gt;' and leaping over puddles. To be honest, it was pretty fun. We had a good laugh about it afterwards. However, as we were both pretty wet, we felt really cold. And, my first lesson for the day was held in an air-conditioned room. What luck...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;During our form teacher's period today. Our teachers bought cakes for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;September&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;October&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;November&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt; babies in our class. We have always celebrated birthdays like that. Just because their birthdays falls during the examination period or the holidays shouldn't stop us from celebrating it together. We had lots of fun. Some of the guys were chasing me, trying to get some cream onto me. of course, I had to run. They gave up in the end though. That scene must have been really hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;After school today, Jasmine C and I went to the library to borrow some books. When we were done and in the lift, we met some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;juniors&lt;/span&gt; from our school. Actually, we did not know them. All we knew was that we are all from the same school. The guys then asked us if we knew his friend. I was puzzled as I did not even know him. He then lifted a LIVE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lizard&lt;/span&gt; and asked the question again. Me, being my usual self, screamed. I was so terrified that me legs sort of gave way and I had to grab on to the railings on the lift for support. He sort of showed it to us again and I screamed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;. It's was really horrid. It is a live one mind you. I was trembling for quite a while afterwards. I was really really terrified. Thank goodness Jasmine was with me.Even now, I cannot erase the damned image from my head and I tremble &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I think about it. I really think that this is not funny. It is so not a joke. How can people do something like that. It is not as if I did not already have a phobia of reptiles. Now, it has become worse. All thanks to them. I do not think anyone can understand how I felt at that time. I was standing right in the corner of the lift. This made it impossible for me to escape or rum away. I just felt so helpless, so terrified and so weak at that time. Actually, I think that even if I was given a chance to escape, I couldn't do it, because my legs were so were. They literally sort of gave way. I couldn't even stand on my own until the lift door opened and they got out. Words simple cannot describe how I felt then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'A difference of tastes in jokes is a great strain on the affections.' - George Eliot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-4122498664995910023?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/4122498664995910023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=4122498664995910023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/4122498664995910023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/4122498664995910023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2008/09/september-october-november-and-december.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SNyzM12Kx1I/AAAAAAAAAPw/X9ve_VJK2B0/s72-c/Photo0272.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-6699603808040734796</id><published>2008-09-25T16:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T17:06:19.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;The national exams are just round the corner. I'll be having my biology, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chemistry&lt;/span&gt; as well as mathematics paper 1 this coming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;. Lately, I've been studying really hard and I hope that these efforts have not gone to waste. This also applies to my buddies. I can tell the a lot of us have been putting in the extra effort. Let's all work hard and achieve our dreams. We may have attended our secondary school graduation ceremony. But, our learning does not end here. We have a long way &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ahead&lt;/span&gt; of us. Some of you have also complained about this and that, indicating that you feel demoralised. Well, don't. Do not lose confidence at this crucial juncture. You have all worked really hard. Do not let all these go to waste. I also know that you have been trying. Otherwise, you would not have bothered to ask what you did not understand. We have consulted each other on things we do not understand and we have all learnt together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Just do your very best and advance on to the next level. Let's all work together. Shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;We have all been together for several years now. We have spent multiple hours chatting, studying, playing and just hanging out. To be absolutely honest, I really cannot bear to part with anyone. Be it our beloved teachers, our classmates of my peers. We have built our friendship for the past few years and I do hope that this will not change. We may meet new people, and make new friends. But, I know that I'll never forget you guys as well as the time we shared. Soon, we will not be able to see each other everyday like we do now. Even if some of us do came back next year, some won't. Since we cannot change this fact, why not try to make things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt; ourselves. I am thinking of a class reunion every year. Shall we organise something like that? I think we should.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I got to go now. All the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again.' - Charles Dickens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-6699603808040734796?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/6699603808040734796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=6699603808040734796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/6699603808040734796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/6699603808040734796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2008/09/national-exams-are-just-round-corner.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-53148226023353656</id><published>2008-09-24T16:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T17:16:21.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;We were all a little...I think I'll correct that. We were all really really really crazy today. We just laughed so much. I think this is the first time I've ever laughed so much in my life. Let me begin. I think it all started with Angie - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CP&lt;/span&gt; told me so. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CP&lt;/span&gt; once told me that Angie had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;been&lt;/span&gt; like that since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;secondary&lt;/span&gt; two. Then came Pam. She just sort of got really high and made everyone laugh. So, we started saying that Pam had contracted this 'illness' from Angie. After math today, I realised that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;CP&lt;/span&gt; had joined to gang. She began laughing really hard. When I asked her what exactly happened, she simple said that she didn't know and that she had been laughing for the entire math lesson. And I thought: 'okay, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;never mind&lt;/span&gt;.' I was like maybe she had contracted the 'illness'. And then came KY. She sort of got it from Pam I think. They were chatting one moment and the next, being a little crazy. And finally, I think I got it too. I just couldn't stop laughing after we were dismissed. Something funny actually happened while we were changing out of our P.E attire and that started all the laughing. I just didn't know why. It was pretty difficult to stop. I also have this feeling that I may have passed it on to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Fenglin&lt;/span&gt; and Jasmine. We did laugh during lunch but it was, well, mild. Not to worry people. I'm fine now. And, we are not like mad or anything. I think we are just looking for a way to lighten the atmosphere around us and at the same time, to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;-stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'You can't deny laughter; when it comes, it plops down in your favorite chair and stays as long as it wants.' - Stephen King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-53148226023353656?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/53148226023353656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=53148226023353656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/53148226023353656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/53148226023353656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-were-all-little.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-1705503490529150348</id><published>2008-09-22T16:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T17:39:58.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;We were really frustrated this morning as we were being forced to do something we really really hate and it is not as if we adore the person who gave us the instructions either and that just made things worst. The bigger problem is, he is not in the wrong. Whatever he said is a fact and I agree with him. So why souled I be your witness and most importantly, why should I do things against my will. It just got us - me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pam&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kaiyun&lt;/span&gt; - so mad. Actually it got a lot of people mad. Even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CP&lt;/span&gt; was complaining. We sort of discussed the problem during recess ans found of that all of us shared the same sentiments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;However, thanks to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pam&lt;/span&gt;, the mood was lifted. She really made us all laugh. Recently, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Pam&lt;/span&gt; has been, well, funny. Really really funny. We all do not know why either. She is now like the entertainer of the clique, but, it's cool. We had more laughs during D&amp;amp;T lesson today. Our teacher was kind of telling stories to lighten up the atmosphere and his stories are funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I think I'll end here today. If I go on, I really do not know when I'll stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'It is very difficult to be wholly joyous or wholly sad on this earth. The comic, when it is human, soon takes upon itself a face of pain; and some of our grieves...have their source in weaknesses with smiling compassion as the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;common&lt;/span&gt; inheritance of us all.' - Conrad, Joseph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-1705503490529150348?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/1705503490529150348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=1705503490529150348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/1705503490529150348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/1705503490529150348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-were-really-frustrated-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-284479194441799467</id><published>2008-09-20T20:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T20:29:50.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'A friend knows the song in my heart and sings it to me when my memory fails.' - Donna Roberts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Many a person has held close, throughout their entire lives, two friends that always remained strange to one another, because one of them attracted by virtue of similarity, the other by difference.' - Emil Ludwig&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;'Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person; having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but to pour them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, knowing that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then, with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away.' - George Eliot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;'Walking with a friend in the dark is better than walking alone in the light.' - Helen Keller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;'The most I can do for my friend is simply be his friend.' - Henry David Thoreau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;'In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, for in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.' - James Allen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;'Friendship without self-interest is one of the rare and beautiful things of life.' - James F. Byrnes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;'Friendship that flows from the heart cannot be frozen by adversity, as the water that flows from the spring cannogt congeal in winter.' - James Fenimore Cooper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-284479194441799467?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/284479194441799467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=284479194441799467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/284479194441799467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/284479194441799467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2008/09/friend-knows-song-in-my-heart-and-sings.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-668417405713706759</id><published>2008-09-20T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T20:20:47.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;To Angie: I only got to know you better around march this year. To be absolutely honest, I do not know what exactly brought us together, but we just sort of clicked and we've became friends ever since. You have always been the 'high' one and you are always bringing out the energetic side in us. You have also been the most teary one amongst us. You've won me in that aspect. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;admit&lt;/span&gt; defeat...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;... Anyway, whenever I felt down, you, together with the others have always managed to cheer me up. Thank you for that. We may not be seeing each other everyday from next year onwards - you've told me your plans- I know that our friendship still remains. Good luck in whatever you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;To &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CP&lt;/span&gt;: We have known each other since we were in secondary one and even though we were placed in different classes after that first year, we have remained friends. We became even closer this year and from what I observed, you were really different from what you were in sec one. You used to be quieter and less &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;confident&lt;/span&gt;. Now, well, it's the exact opposite - in a good way. We have shared the same sentiments and you do get along well with people - most people. Thanks for helping me with my mother tong and through your guidance, I've improved. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;To Jasmine C: Hey Flower!! We became overnight friends in secondary. I still remember the very first week of Secondary 2 were we did not even say a single word to each other. But look at us now. We even have nicknames for each other. You have always been the most tolerant one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;among&lt;/span&gt; us. Hardly ever disagreeing with anything and always going with the flow. Thanks to you, I have learnt to tone down that foul temper of mine. Though I still do get angry occasionally, I feel that I have taken away about 97% of that foul temper I used to possess. You have also been a great help as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;friend &lt;/span&gt;as well as during D&amp;amp;T lessons. Thank you for all that you've done for me. May you be successful in all that you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To Jasmine T: I am really not very sure as to how I'm going to put my feelings &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;across&lt;/span&gt; to you. Just like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;CP&lt;/span&gt; and the rest, I only started to get to know you this year. I know how you must feel about the things going on around you. No matter what happens, I hope that you do not be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;affected&lt;/span&gt; by what people say or do. I also h&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ope&lt;/span&gt; that you are able to have more confidence in yourself and learn to well, express you feeling towards others more clearly. Let people know how you really feel about what they are doing. Of course, do not be too blunt or it may make the situation worst. Whatever it is, be happy, smile more and know that we will always be around if you need a listening ear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;KaiYun&lt;/span&gt;: I'm not exactly sure when we got to know each other. But I'm pretty sure it was because we are both in the choir. You also have lightened up the mood and quite a number of occasions. Have more confidence in yourself. I know that you have the potential to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;soar&lt;/span&gt; to greater heights. You told me once before that you used to cry a lot. I'm glad you have grown out of it. Well, we still do shed tears when we are feeling down. It is really okay. It also helps others to help you if they know what you are upset about. May we be friends always. Best of luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;To Amanda S: Hey! We have also gotten to know each other in the choir. We do share the same taste in most things such as movies, songs, idols and how we feel about certain people. I still remember an occasion, during one of the school holidays where the two of us just got so bored sitting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt; at home. We decided to go out. To where exactly, I do not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt;, but we ended up walking a lot. We just walked and walked and walked. If I'm not wrong I think we met up at about 12 noon and ended up walking till about 6 in the evening. I also recall how our legs ached after that and how we swore never to do so muck walking ever again. We have shared lots of secrets and wee, i trust that they are safe with you... Great luck in everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;To Leon: Hey buddy! we have known &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;each&lt;/span&gt; other for about a decade already. Sure, being buddies for such a long time, there is bound to be some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;arguments&lt;/span&gt; at some point in time. It is all part and parcel of life and friendship. There has been a lot of misunderstandings about us too - not between us, about us - I'm sure you know what I mean and that you share the same sentiments. Time past really quickly don't you think, One moment we are still little kids playing around in primary school with no worries and the next, we are young adults in secondary school worrying about our future. I'm glad that we have not let anything come in between this friendship that we share and because of this, I'm quite confident that this friendship will still exist in the future. We have been in the same primary school and in secondary school, we have always been in the same class. Thank you for helping me with all sorts of things and giving me the support whenever I needed it. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-668417405713706759?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/668417405713706759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=668417405713706759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/668417405713706759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/668417405713706759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2008/09/to-angie-i-only-got-to-know-you-better.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-1193090819603492125</id><published>2008-09-20T18:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T19:30:23.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SNTXt1_0miI/AAAAAAAAAO4/wZJco6qztGs/s1600-h/SDC10291[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248056648382323234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SNTXt1_0miI/AAAAAAAAAO4/wZJco6qztGs/s320/SDC10291%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;4N'08 with Mrs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yeo&lt;/span&gt; - our principal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SNTXt2ZBXsI/AAAAAAAAAPA/g1pm5LoeHrg/s1600-h/SDC10292[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248056648488017602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SNTXt2ZBXsI/AAAAAAAAAPA/g1pm5LoeHrg/s320/SDC10292%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Another group photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SNTXEXmUfvI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/5DaIaXbVxwg/s1600-h/SDC10263[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248055935847661298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SNTXEXmUfvI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/5DaIaXbVxwg/s320/SDC10263%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ChoyPheng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SNTXE3Oy8XI/AAAAAAAAAOY/DqLjDbA-rks/s1600-h/SDC10279[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248055944338927986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SNTXE3Oy8XI/AAAAAAAAAOY/DqLjDbA-rks/s320/SDC10279%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; Ladies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SNTXFeJd8PI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Zj1XZ7D83wo/s1600-h/SDC10281[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248055954785562866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SNTXFeJd8PI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Zj1XZ7D83wo/s320/SDC10281%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Angie and Kai &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SNTXFkZxVnI/AAAAAAAAAOo/gwnInEWgsjA/s1600-h/SDC10282[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248055956464555634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SNTXFkZxVnI/AAAAAAAAAOo/gwnInEWgsjA/s320/SDC10282%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Yu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SNTXFskoEbI/AAAAAAAAAOw/GxmNZFfVOwc/s1600-h/SDC10290[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248055958657569202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SNTXFskoEbI/AAAAAAAAAOw/GxmNZFfVOwc/s320/SDC10290%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yet again, a group photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Here are some more of the photos I promised. I'm sorry, but I do not think I'll post all the photos as the is simply too many. We seem to just grab every opportunity to get as many pictures as we can.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;By the way, thanks Eileen for the special mention in your blog. I am really touched by it. I really teared up while reading it. Thanks a lot for you support. Remember yesterday, when we were on the red carpet listening to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mdm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Choo's&lt;/span&gt; speech, and I was on the verge of tears, you were standing behind me, giving me your support and comforting me. Thank you. We only got to really know each other this year, but I'm pretty sure that this friendship will go a long way into the future. Thanks for all the help you've rendered to me and the support given to me. I really, really appreciate it. Once again, Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;To Pam: We started to know each other better last year as we were in the same classes. I remember how the for of us - you, Jen, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Naz&lt;/span&gt; and I - hung out in since two years ago. However, we were not as close at that time as you were closer to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;When&lt;/span&gt; the four of us were split into different classes last year, fate put us in the same class and that marked to beginning of this beautiful friendship. You have given me the support i needed when I was feeling down and is always there for me. Also, you have helped me in many ways, be it as a friend helping a friend in need or as a secretary helping the chairman when the need arises. Thank you for all that you've done for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To Jen: Hey! We have known each other since the very first week of secondary 1 and now, I dare to say that this friendship has strengthened a lot. I remember how we grew from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mischievous&lt;/span&gt; little girls to mature young ladies. All the time we had are etched clearly in my mind. I remember everything from the pranks we used to play to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; yet mature discussions we had. The four of us have come so far and remember, we are always the top 5 in our cohort. You've always been the cream of the crop and you did not look down on anybody in anyway and I respect you for that. Among the four of us, we may be able to divide ourselves into pairs- you and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Naz&lt;/span&gt;, Pam and I. However, nothing, absolutely nothing can divide us for good. No matter what happens the four of us will be one team, one family - always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;To &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Naz&lt;/span&gt;: You were the very first friend I made in secondary school. I still remember that day very clearly. It's funny how that encounter in the toilet made the friendship we share today. Among the four of us, you've always been the shy one, no doubt about that. However, the change in you is evident. You have become more confident and also very recently, you have taken up the duty of making us laugh. I'm sure Jen and Pam would agree with me on this. Well, Pam has taken up the same duty, but well, we all have our good and bad days. So I leave the two of you to settle that score on your own. Thanks for everything you've done for me and though you are the quietest among us, I'm sure that you feel the same way about the friendship we all share. Good luck for your future endeavours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-1193090819603492125?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/1193090819603492125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=1193090819603492125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/1193090819603492125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/1193090819603492125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2008/09/4n08-with-mrs-yeo-our-principal.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SNTXt1_0miI/AAAAAAAAAO4/wZJco6qztGs/s72-c/SDC10291%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-3511047470909652797</id><published>2008-09-19T17:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T17:42:21.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SNN1XcfBy6I/AAAAAAAAAOA/Du717TSb5nw/s1600-h/PICT0445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247667036460534690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SNN1XcfBy6I/AAAAAAAAAOA/Du717TSb5nw/s320/PICT0445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The guys and two of our form teachers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SNN1aQFa4mI/AAAAAAAAAOI/qg4vCK16Z_g/s1600-h/PICT0446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247667084671509090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SNN1aQFa4mI/AAAAAAAAAOI/qg4vCK16Z_g/s320/PICT0446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SNN0xKeqfCI/AAAAAAAAANY/TPSem6I7HQM/s1600-h/PICT0429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247666378792139810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SNN0xKeqfCI/AAAAAAAAANY/TPSem6I7HQM/s320/PICT0429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;With Angie and Jasmine T&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SNN0xREvfMI/AAAAAAAAANg/Ik_qFzk0wzs/s1600-h/PICT0436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247666380562463938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SNN0xREvfMI/AAAAAAAAANg/Ik_qFzk0wzs/s320/PICT0436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; Angie, Pam, Jasmine T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SNN0xulN39I/AAAAAAAAANo/MW9cnk2598w/s1600-h/PICT0441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247666388483301330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SNN0xulN39I/AAAAAAAAANo/MW9cnk2598w/s320/PICT0441.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Group Photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SNN0zeE-vrI/AAAAAAAAANw/nwvtDMzeN5c/s1600-h/PICT0442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247666418412863154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SNN0zeE-vrI/AAAAAAAAANw/nwvtDMzeN5c/s320/PICT0442.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Class Management Committee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mdm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Choo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SNN0zw2hA4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/gWxi3auPvdY/s1600-h/PICT0443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247666423452468098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SNN0zw2hA4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/gWxi3auPvdY/s320/PICT0443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;We had a great time today. We have graduated. During the ceremony, they played a video montage produced by the class. When ours was played we all got so teary. Almost all of the ladies in our class were tearing. It really made us think of the times we shared and how we had come so far. Even though I do get angry with them sometimes, I do love all of them. When it was our turn to receive our graduation package, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mdm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt; gave a speech which almost made my cry. Actually, I was trying really hard to hold back my tears as we were right in front of the hall. After her short speech, she told us that they - our 3 beloved form teachers - had made a video specially for us. Although there were some technical errors, we managed to see parts of the video and while viewing it, a drop of tear or two rolled down my cheeks. It was just so sad. We may fight, quarrel and argue sometimes, but we all still do care for each other. Thank you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mdm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Choo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mdm&lt;/span&gt; Linda and Miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Yu&lt;/span&gt; for all that you have done for us. We were the only class that had a video made for us and this proves that our teachers really love and care for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;After the ceremony, we all started taking pictures with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;. We even managed to get one with our principal. I have uploaded some of the pictures. As for the rest, I'll upload them some other time. There is just too many pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Actually, I had a lot of thing to blog about today. However, I really do not know how to put my feelings into words this time. What ever it is, we will always be a part of 4N2 2008 and no matter what happens I will always miss you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Good luck for your future endeavours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone, can start today and make a new ending.' - Maria Robinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-3511047470909652797?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/3511047470909652797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=3511047470909652797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/3511047470909652797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/3511047470909652797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2008/09/guys-and-two-of-our-form-teachers.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SNN1XcfBy6I/AAAAAAAAAOA/Du717TSb5nw/s72-c/PICT0445.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-7960156977571888539</id><published>2008-09-18T17:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T17:53:24.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Today was pretty...well...exciting - I guess. I had a pretty rough start though. I was kind of moody in the morning and I kind of cooled down a little as I chatted with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pam&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Angie&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CP&lt;/span&gt; and the rest. However, when we got back to class, my blood had to boil because of someone. I really so not understand how something so simple can turn chaotic because of that particular person. Anyway, things just kind of got settled in the end - I was still in fury - and we started on the work assigned to us. Once again, and with much difficulty, I managed to cool down a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;We went for recess and in order not to spoil &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;any one's&lt;/span&gt; mood, I tried to act normal. I guess my friends saw through me. They questioned me about what had happened. We had math after recess. During maths lesson, another incident made me really mad. I do not think I'm going to elaborate on that as it will be a long story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Thankfully, things started to improve after that. Mother tongue was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. I have my pals to thank for it. Especially Pam, Angie and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;CP&lt;/span&gt;. They really made my laugh. They kind of joked around and burst plastic bags and all. It was simply hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;During lunch, Pam, Jen, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Naz&lt;/span&gt; and I went opposite. We had a great time laughing. We actually started talking about movies. A cat walked towards our table and to warn Jen about it, Pam actually raised her voice and said 'Hey! Cat!' If you still cannot guess what happened after that, let me tell you. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Naz&lt;/span&gt; screamed, Jen jumped and I was kind of shocked as I did not really heard what Pam had said and was sort of confused. When the commotion was over, we had a good laugh about it. This marked the beginning of our laughing sessions. We - especially Jen and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Naz&lt;/span&gt; - started telling us all sorts of funny things and we were all laughing so hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;We then had to go back to school for our graduation day rehearsal. We were kind of early and we met up with Angie and the rest. So the entire group of us went in, a&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; occupied lots of space. We can't really be blamed. There was about twelve of us. Anyway, we continued with our jokes and we all broke into laughter - again. We had a run through on the celebration, given some instructions and finally, dismissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;So, I guess today is really exciting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;It our graduation tomorrow. My warmest congratulations to one and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'Friends are an aid to the young, to guard them from error; to the elderly, to attend to their wants and to supplement their failing power of action; to those in the prime of life, to assist them to noble deeds.' - Aristotle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-7960156977571888539?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/7960156977571888539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=7960156977571888539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/7960156977571888539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/7960156977571888539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-was-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-7728861992309716336</id><published>2008-09-17T16:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T16:58:21.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Many things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; today. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shall&lt;/span&gt; only blog about a few. We have decided not to jeopardise just because of some who are not that worth it, so today, we decided to tell her the truth. We all tried to protect her from it previously as we did not want her to get hurt any further. However, due to some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;unforeseen&lt;/span&gt; circumstances, we found that if we did not tell her the truth, the results could be pretty drastic. Obviously,when something like that happens and you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;happen&lt;/span&gt; to know it, you will feel will heart-broken. We really did not have any other choice. When we finally broke the news to her, she cried. I felt really bad at that time. As much as I hate bad things to happen, I hate to be the bearer of bad news. Seeing her in that state really made me despondent. I know that it is impossible for me to control things like that but at that particular time, I really hoped that I could turn back the clock, step in as a third party and take away all these ill feelings. Thankfully, she was fine after a crying it all out. Anyway, I know that it is not that easy to get over something like that. I really do not know if she is really fine or she is just putting up a front so that we would not worry about her. Whatever it is, just know that we are always here for you and you can talk to us if you encounter any difficulties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Jen has also fallen ill. Hey Jen! Get well soon. Have lots of water and rest. Hope to see you back in school soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;We also had a fire drill today. A marked improvement was observed in the time we took to evacuate. We sat under the scorching sun for almost half an hour doing the necessary procedures like making sure that everyone was accounted for and double checking the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;attendance&lt;/span&gt;. We also listened to what our principal had to say and finally returned back to class after the principal announced the stand down of the exercise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I think I shall end here. I wish to study now. Bye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'Never do anything against conscience, even if the state demands it.' - Albert Einstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-7728861992309716336?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/7728861992309716336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=7728861992309716336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/7728861992309716336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/7728861992309716336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2008/09/many-things-occured-today.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-1942170432844499572</id><published>2008-09-16T16:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T17:00:28.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Till today, I never realised how much I disregard those who do not consider the feelings of others. Being human, we do have to put ourselves in the shoes of others from time to time. We must not neglect the feelings of others simple for our own benefit. It all just boils down to one word - &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;RESPECT&lt;/span&gt;. Respecting one another is a very important principle - to me at least. Being by-standers, I really feel for those who are unwillingly placed in such situations.&lt;br /&gt;I know for sure that at least three people share my views. We discussed about this matter for almost an hour this morning. I'm glad to know that there are at least people with conscience, and that they know the limits of a practical joke. I find it really disheartening to know that people are able to disregard the feelings of others. To be honest, I'm actually quite disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Okay, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt; disheartening stuff already. I attended the rehearsal for our graduation ceremony today. It was a rather smooth flowing rehearsal. We roughly know what will happen on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;, and most of us are looking forward to it. It will be my first formal graduation ceremony - I do not count the one in kindergarten as primary school as the were affairs within the class. This time, it involves the entire cohort. I'm really excited about it. It's like...WOW!!! I'm finally graduating. Well, technically. I got to end here. I still have other tasks to accomplish. Congrats everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'All successful people-men and women are big dreamers. They imagine what their future could be, ideal in every respect, and then they work every day toward their distant vision, that goal or purpose.' - Brian Tracy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-1942170432844499572?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/1942170432844499572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=1942170432844499572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/1942170432844499572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/1942170432844499572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2008/09/till-today-i-never-realised-how-much-i.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-8030875872136816149</id><published>2008-09-15T16:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T17:07:41.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I have been trying to find stuff to include in our graduation day video. I hope that it is almost done now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Our graduation day ceremony will be held this coming Friday and rehearsals are tomorrow. Time has passed really quickly. Not too long ago, we were mere 13-year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; who just enrolled into secondary school and in the blink of an eye, we are graduating. I had my fair share of secondary school &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; - making friends, having minor misunderstandings, helping each other out, attaining a few leadership roles, camps, etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I not only laughed, I cried both tears of sadness as well as tears of anger. Once in a while I even allowed tears of disappointment to roll down my cheeks. We've all had our times of joy and sorrow. Thank you for all those who have been there for me when I needed you. I think you know who you are. Especially the three of you who stood by me no matter what happened. The four of us have shared many times of joy and laughter and we hardly disagree on anything. I really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;treasure&lt;/span&gt; this friendship of ours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;During the past few years some had changed classes and all, but I feel that there is still a bond between the two classes and I really appreciate that. I'm also very sure that I'm not the only one that feels this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Some of us may be coming back next year and some won't. It's sad that we do have to go our separate ways, but I'm sure many of us will still keep in touch and we could organise gatherings from time to time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;We will be leaving to pursue our dreams, our ambitions, the future that we hope for, I want to wish every single one of you all the best in your future endeavours. I think I'll miss a lot of people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Great luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'Future: That period of time in which our affairs prosper, our friends are true and our happiness is assured.' - Ambrose Bierce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-8030875872136816149?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/8030875872136816149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=8030875872136816149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/8030875872136816149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/8030875872136816149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-have-been-trying-to-find-stuff-to.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-8084391985310528328</id><published>2008-09-12T18:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T18:18:34.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I had loads of fun today, zipping here and there. I'll still have one more place to go later, but, since I could still afford some time, here I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Things&lt;/span&gt; really went quite well today, with the exception of one incident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Just to clarify things, we are 16. Not the young kids we used to be. we are mature enough. What is the big difference between being 16 years old and being 15 years and 10 months. It's not a great difference. I feel that this is really unfair to some people. We actually planned to watch a movie today. However, in our clique, only Angie and myself are legally above 16. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; rest will turn 16 within the next few months. It is really unfair that when we want to watch a movie together, only two of us are able to be admitted. Of course, it was a one for all and all for one incident. what is the use of just the two of us watching the movie? The purpose of asking everyone out is so that we can watch the movie together. Aren't the rules a little bit too strict?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;By the way, I kind of enjoy zipping everywhere in a short period of time. It's like you are racing against time. I really do not know how to explain it, but, I really like that kind of feeling. Of course, if one does this everyday, it will be really tiring. It just gives a a sense of satisfaction. It's like I am able to complete all the tasks given to me punctually because I challenged myself. I'm not too sure if anyone share this feeling. I'm just glad that I'm able to challenge myself. I feel that there is no harm in trying to push the limits once in a while. It lets you know that you are able to accomplish a given task and that you are definitely up to the challenges you are facing. It's all a part of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I would love to continue with this post, however, I'll have to zip away now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Goodbye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Time and memory are true artists; they remold reality nearer to the heart's desire.' - John Dewey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-8084391985310528328?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/8084391985310528328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=8084391985310528328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/8084391985310528328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/8084391985310528328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-had-loads-of-fun-today-zipping-here.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-1280141308460328578</id><published>2008-09-11T17:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T18:05:58.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Most of my buddies have at least held a temporary job before. Most teenagers nowadays do. It's a way to while away the long holidays while making some money. However, I have never ever held a real job in my life. Not even for a second. My mum used to say that it's good to want to try and be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;independent&lt;/span&gt;, but we can still provide for you and you are still young. Therefore, I'll have to admit that I am still pretty clueless on this aspect of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;This year however, things may be different. We are 16 and getting a job would be easier - I think. A couple of my friends have discussed about getting a temp. job together during the upcoming holidays. Honestly, I do not know if it will be successful, but, I'm willing to give it a try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;During mother tongue lesson today, we were given some free time. Pam, Angie, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CP&lt;/span&gt; and I discussed about the different type of jobs available and we actually had a good laugh talking about it. We really do not know what type of job to look for, thus, all sorts of funny ideas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;popped&lt;/span&gt; out - opening a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;blogshop&lt;/span&gt; selling pastries, joining &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mediacorp&lt;/span&gt;, venturing abroad for singing/acting, singing at functions, etc... After about an hour discussing what we should do, we still were unable to decide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Some may sound pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt;, but I dare say, nothing is impossible. Who knows what the future will bring. Who knows, some of us may end up as bosses of huge companies, famous singers/actors, members of parliament, etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;No dream is too big.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Well, I'm driving further away from the main topic. Whether or not our quest for a job will be successful. I'm using the word quest because it is really something difficult for me. I have never done anything like that. I think I'll be needing help from you guys. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tks&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'Goals. There's not telling what you can do when you get inspired by them. There's no telling what you can do when you believe in them. There's no telling what will happen when you act upon them.' - Jim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Rohn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-1280141308460328578?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/1280141308460328578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=1280141308460328578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/1280141308460328578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/1280141308460328578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2008/09/most-of-my-buddies-have-at-least-held.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-5071257509284338639</id><published>2008-09-10T17:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T17:21:48.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I have been spending a lot of time studying. I'm starting to get into the momentum of studying for long hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Also, I really don't know why, but I just seem to be singing a lot more than I usually do. I mean, I used to sing a lot as when I was still in the choir, we had performances and competitions which we need to practice for. However, since I stepped down at the beginning of this year, I started to focus more on my studies and less on singing. Now, I seem to have rekindled my love for singing. It just sort of came &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;naturally&lt;/span&gt;. I can be sitting around and suddenly I would feel the urge to sing. In the past, when we weren't so tensed up about the major exams, we would go down to k box every now and then for singing sessions. I really miss those days. Now, we are all studying hard for our exams and these sessions have been greatly reduced. I have made a pact with a few groups of friends. We would go and really enjoy ourselves when the exams are over and around mid-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt;, we'll start preparing ourselves for another year ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Time seem to be passing by really quickly now. It's funny, when we were still kids in primary school, a number of us hoped that time would just fly by so that we can grow up. Now that we are young adults we seem to talk about our past a lot. A few of my pals and I just got onto this topic today and we were all laughing about the time we shared a couple of years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Not that I'm complaining or anything, but I just felt that way. It actually feels kind of nice talking to each other about the times we shared and having a good laugh about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Good luck for your exams everyone... Study Hard!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'Look well to this day. Yesterday is but a dream and tomorrow is only a vision. But today well lived makes every yesterday a dream of happiness and every tomorrow a vision of hope. Look well therefore to this day.' - Francis Gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-5071257509284338639?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/5071257509284338639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=5071257509284338639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/5071257509284338639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/5071257509284338639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-have-been-spending-lot-of-time.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-701585010216234055</id><published>2008-09-08T16:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T17:05:41.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I did not get the chance to blog on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;. I woke up early and went to meet them at 11am at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vivo&lt;/span&gt; city. We planned to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sentosa&lt;/span&gt;. A total of ten of us went - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ChoyPheng&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;JunHao&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;JianXiong&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;GuangWei&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ZeWen&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ZeXian&lt;/span&gt;(I think), Keith, Kenny, Alan and myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;We had a great time there. Initially, we wanted to started off with a game of volleyball. However, due to some circumstances, we started with a game of soccer instead. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;CP&lt;/span&gt; and I, being the only two girls in the group did not join the guys. However, we felt that we were being a little anti-social. So, we joined in the game - different teams of course, since there were  exactly 10 of us, it was 4 guys and a girl to a team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;After a few minutes and a few goals, we shifted to somewhere nearer to the shore and left our belongings there. We then proceeded to have some fun in the waters. We splashed water and and threw sand at each other - I know it seems childish but, what the heck, it's a day meant for fun, joy and laughter. we also played a game of 'monkey' in the water. Well, honestly, the guys played it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;CP&lt;/span&gt; and I were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; to feel tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;We started to pack up at about 5 and went to bathe. As &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;expected&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;CP&lt;/span&gt; and I took the longest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt;, we're ladies...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;... Actually, I do feel quite bad about making the guys wait for us. And believe me, we took quite a while in the bathroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;We took a tram back to the monorail station and then to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Harbourfront&lt;/span&gt; for dinner. We then went to the arcade for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;some more&lt;/span&gt; fun before heading home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I really enjoyed myself. I think I would regret it very much if I had not been able to make it. It also made me see every one of them differently, it made a see a side of them I never knew had existed. It was a really eventful outing and we are planning a similar one at the end of the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;MONDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;We returned to school today. It was not much of a holiday a we had exams for three days of the week. It felt different to be back in school today. It felt more well, solemn I guess. I think it was partially because, We ad started taking the national exams and that means we are taking the exams as candidates, not simply as students. It made me feel more grown up and seeing more people concentrating an their work makes me feel that most of us are really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; to grow up. I'm really happy about it and hopefully, we can all be promoted, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;after all&lt;/span&gt;, we have been through a lot as a class or maybe as a level. The two classes have quite a good relationship and almost everybody knows everyone... Most of us have known each other for at least three and a half years or maybe much more... It is really good to see everyone grow up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'The reality of the other person is not in what he reveals to you, but in what he cannot reveal to you. Therefore, if you would understand him, listen not to what he says but rather what he does not say.' - Kahlil &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Gibran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-701585010216234055?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/701585010216234055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=701585010216234055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/701585010216234055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/701585010216234055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-did-not-get-chance-to-blog-on-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-8708539134015398379</id><published>2008-09-04T17:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T17:26:30.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;We took our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; paper today. It was okay and some questions were rather simple. It's our third paper and our next paper would be on the 29&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;September&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;That'll mean extra preparation time&lt;/span&gt;..Hooray! I have really been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;stydying&lt;/span&gt; hard for the past few days. After all, It's a major exam and I really cannot afford to do badly.I think that this is one exam where I really put my heart into studying. This is because I regretted not studying hard enough for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;PSLE&lt;/span&gt; a few years ago. Thus,I did not do too well. I hope the my efforts this time would pay off. I really hope that it's a 'you reap what you sow case'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;All the best everyone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Study hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'Most of the important things in the world have been accomplished by people who have kept on trying when there seemed to be no hope at all.' - Dale Carnegie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-8708539134015398379?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/8708539134015398379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=8708539134015398379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/8708539134015398379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/8708539134015398379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-took-our-english-paper-today.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-1267518377483226637</id><published>2008-09-03T16:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T16:51:13.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I was so busy studying that I did not get the chance to blog. Studying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ss&lt;/span&gt; really takes up a lot of my time... I had my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ss&lt;/span&gt; paper today and It's the first time I managed to almost complete it. Thank god. The source &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bas&lt;/span&gt;ed was really difficult though. Many of my friends are complaining about it. Well, We shall be having our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; paper tomorrow. Let's hope that we'll all do well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Good luck everyone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'The mind of the scholar, if he would leave it large and liberal, should come in contact with other minds.' - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-1267518377483226637?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/1267518377483226637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=1267518377483226637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/1267518377483226637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/1267518377483226637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-was-so-busy-studying-that-i-did-not.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-7487182878872908293</id><published>2008-09-01T10:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T12:00:57.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SLta2EHSB6I/AAAAAAAAANQ/4voXSrijO6E/s1600-h/PICT0153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240882476239423394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SLta2EHSB6I/AAAAAAAAANQ/4voXSrijO6E/s320/PICT0153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; C130 Hercules - comprises of 5 aircrews and life capability of one as follows: 92 ground troops(72 if fully equipped)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;64 fully equipped paratroops &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;74 stretechers and 2 medics &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Up to 42 000lbs of cargo for air drops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SLtWUW-dTBI/AAAAAAAAAMo/WTZ6FPsU1uo/s1600-h/PICT0188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240877499140623378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SLtWUW-dTBI/AAAAAAAAAMo/WTZ6FPsU1uo/s320/PICT0188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;A Chinook releasing an army vehicle...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;This happens in case of unfavourable ground conditions and a plane cannot land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SLtWUlyjupI/AAAAAAAAAMw/tA-_KNKmWlc/s1600-h/PICT0192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240877503117245074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SLtWUlyjupI/AAAAAAAAAMw/tA-_KNKmWlc/s320/PICT0192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A Puma letting it's army down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SLtWUhnC3qI/AAAAAAAAAM4/asfnFPdmpPM/s1600-h/PICT0197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240877501995212450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SLtWUhnC3qI/AAAAAAAAAM4/asfnFPdmpPM/s320/PICT0197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Two F16s, Two F5s and an Apache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SLtWVX4eAKI/AAAAAAAAANI/VkdlcLXNgtc/s1600-h/PICT0201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240877516563808418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SLtWVX4eAKI/AAAAAAAAANI/VkdlcLXNgtc/s320/PICT0201.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;An F5 landing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SLtVVYXzGaI/AAAAAAAAAMA/TeKblPmv9ds/s1600-h/PICT0173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240876417183586722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SLtVVYXzGaI/AAAAAAAAAMA/TeKblPmv9ds/s320/PICT0173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;An F16C - I think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SLtVVlwh9BI/AAAAAAAAAMI/8iJUlE0t1mM/s1600-h/PICT0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240876420776981522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SLtVVlwh9BI/AAAAAAAAAMI/8iJUlE0t1mM/s320/PICT0177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SLtVV_J6faI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/gycCivc8pdY/s1600-h/PICT0179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240876427594333602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SLtVV_J6faI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/gycCivc8pdY/s320/PICT0179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SLtVV3J0fBI/AAAAAAAAAMY/fzwXBymnGqs/s1600-h/PICT0184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240876425446456338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SLtVV3J0fBI/AAAAAAAAAMY/fzwXBymnGqs/s320/PICT0184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A Puma scaling the skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SLtVWCFjmZI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nBCdOQ6wICE/s1600-h/PICT0187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240876428381362578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SLtVWCFjmZI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nBCdOQ6wICE/s320/PICT0187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SLtUF4WS61I/AAAAAAAAALY/Z8crVgE-mNM/s1600-h/PICT0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240875051377683282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SLtUF4WS61I/AAAAAAAAALY/Z8crVgE-mNM/s320/PICT0152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Grumman E-2C Hawkeye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SLtUG_MmdzI/AAAAAAAAALg/vb6dRLTBm0k/s1600-h/PICT0158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240875070395938610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SLtUG_MmdzI/AAAAAAAAALg/vb6dRLTBm0k/s320/PICT0158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; A Fokker 50 UTA/MPA - It has a basic crew of 2 pilots, 1 tactical coordinator, 2 mission crew and 1 observer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SLtUHKrumDI/AAAAAAAAALo/qMKS2R1nriw/s1600-h/PICT0167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240875073479284786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SLtUHKrumDI/AAAAAAAAALo/qMKS2R1nriw/s320/PICT0167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Two F16s and two F5s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SLtUHPwVxTI/AAAAAAAAALw/g_9fDDGWURk/s1600-h/PICT0168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240875074840806706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SLtUHPwVxTI/AAAAAAAAALw/g_9fDDGWURk/s320/PICT0168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SLtUHYFUHSI/AAAAAAAAAL4/dxq3JnTFp_4/s1600-h/PICT0172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240875077076262178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SLtUHYFUHSI/AAAAAAAAAL4/dxq3JnTFp_4/s320/PICT0172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Two F16s and two F5s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SLtTD_eoawI/AAAAAAAAAKw/8FIxd7OMssc/s1600-h/PICT0141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240873919420328706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SLtTD_eoawI/AAAAAAAAAKw/8FIxd7OMssc/s320/PICT0141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;An F5&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SLtTELHBVjI/AAAAAAAAAK4/HH2ZSkPjFhQ/s1600-h/PICT0144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240873922542523954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SLtTELHBVjI/AAAAAAAAAK4/HH2ZSkPjFhQ/s320/PICT0144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SLtTEX33E1I/AAAAAAAAALA/xT5WDViIYOg/s1600-h/PICT0146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240873925968597842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SLtTEX33E1I/AAAAAAAAALA/xT5WDViIYOg/s320/PICT0146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;With the one who maintains the plane&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SLtTEhf0JHI/AAAAAAAAALI/YAopNjT1Dh8/s1600-h/PICT0148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240873928552096882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SLtTEhf0JHI/AAAAAAAAALI/YAopNjT1Dh8/s320/PICT0148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A black knight's F16C&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SLtTEjsHRoI/AAAAAAAAALQ/BJE9wErYFO8/s1600-h/PICT0149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240873929140553346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SLtTEjsHRoI/AAAAAAAAALQ/BJE9wErYFO8/s320/PICT0149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;An F16 D+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-7487182878872908293?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/7487182878872908293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=7487182878872908293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/7487182878872908293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/7487182878872908293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2008/09/c130-hercules-comprises-of-5-aircrews.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SLta2EHSB6I/AAAAAAAAANQ/4voXSrijO6E/s72-c/PICT0153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-1575659897968444041</id><published>2008-08-29T18:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T18:13:01.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SLfJUenJNUI/AAAAAAAAAKI/a3-VQ6QpEiw/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239878045120673090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SLfJUenJNUI/AAAAAAAAAKI/a3-VQ6QpEiw/s320/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Group Photo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SLfJUXEvdsI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/zZ1byIoOHzI/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239878043097331394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SLfJUXEvdsI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/zZ1byIoOHzI/s320/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; Leon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SLfJUprKcDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W9GsTv_2bSw/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239878048090320946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SLfJUprKcDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W9GsTv_2bSw/s320/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Buddies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SLfJUttO12I/AAAAAAAAAKg/2HpMVTFS39g/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239878049172739938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SLfJUttO12I/AAAAAAAAAKg/2HpMVTFS39g/s320/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Amanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SLfJUjqn06I/AAAAAAAAAKo/yoFDqAEQnU8/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239878046477439906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SLfJUjqn06I/AAAAAAAAAKo/yoFDqAEQnU8/s320/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jasmine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It was be yourself day today. We had tons of fun taking pictures and just being high. After the teacher's day celebration, went for our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ss&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;isp&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;... We were pretty happy because the test was cancelled.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;isp&lt;/span&gt;, we went for lunch before going to great world where I met a few primary school mates. Actually, It was pretty boring today. We planned to catch a movie, but... we called off the plan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;... I got to go study now, the exams are next week. I'll upload more photos soon...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;See ya!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'At bottom every man knows well enough that he is a unique being, only once on this earth; and by no extraordinary chance will such a marvelously picturesque piece of diversity in unity as he is, ever be put together a second time.'  - Friedrich Nietzsche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-1575659897968444041?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/1575659897968444041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=1575659897968444041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/1575659897968444041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/1575659897968444041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2008/08/group-photo-leon-buddies-amanda-jasmine.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SLfJUenJNUI/AAAAAAAAAKI/a3-VQ6QpEiw/s72-c/Image003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-4937546311434561201</id><published>2008-08-28T17:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T17:55:39.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;SS is just so difficult. We had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;isp&lt;/span&gt; today and we had a test on two structured questions. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; i guess, I was kind of prepared bud I still worried about the results. As usual, I hope that I'll do well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; It is 'be yourself day' tomorrow and we still have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;isp&lt;/span&gt;. Leon and I are still pondering over whether or not we shall go back to our primary school. It's a pretty tough decision to make... probably not though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I have nothing much to say today so I shall end off here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Goodbye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'Study is like the heaven's glorious sun, That will not be deep-searched with saucy looks: Small have continual plodders ever won, Save base authority from others' books. ' - William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-4937546311434561201?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/4937546311434561201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=4937546311434561201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/4937546311434561201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/4937546311434561201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2008/08/ss-is-just-so-difficult.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-4517139081476124477</id><published>2008-08-27T17:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T17:50:10.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I was simply not in the mood to blog yesterday... I just felt so disappointed in myself. I really do not know how I can allow this happen. I just feel so terrible. When I saw it, tears flowed down my face immediately. I just could not control it. I really want to thank those who comforted me or asked if I was okay. Anyway, when I managed to stop those tears, M&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dm&lt;/span&gt; Linda talked to my and what she said just affected me somehow. I sort of controlled while talking to her but by the time I left the classroom, it all came down again. I just could not control it. I just felt so angry, so sad and so disappointed in me. I really dunno how I can accept such things. Till now, I'm still feeling sore. And I cannot and will not accept it. I will get what I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'These slight disappointments are sent to prepare, for what may hereafter befall; For seasons of real disappointment and care,&lt;br /&gt;Which commonly happen to all.' - Jane Taylor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-4517139081476124477?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/4517139081476124477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=4517139081476124477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/4517139081476124477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/4517139081476124477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-was-simply-not-in-mood-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-2484000571369429395</id><published>2008-08-25T16:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T16:52:59.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SLJvoBLN1ZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/U_Ds5S_RypU/s1600-h/Photo0262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238372049886238098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SLJvoBLN1ZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/U_Ds5S_RypU/s320/Photo0262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; The Baby Shower...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238371103485001090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SLJuw7jk_YI/AAAAAAAAAJo/i_LflZD6Xac/s320/DSC00485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;At our teacher's wedding...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SLJuxJHBB_I/AAAAAAAAAJw/7yUAulIQjTQ/s1600-h/Photo0261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238371107123300338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SLJuxJHBB_I/AAAAAAAAAJw/7yUAulIQjTQ/s320/Photo0261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Girl, Drawn by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;KaiYun&lt;/span&gt;... The words which are cut off was written by me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I was too busy to blog on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;. We had the baby shower which was organised by me. Then after that, I came back to change before going for a movie with my pals. The movie was...well... boring...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;On &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;, Amanda, Leon, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Siti&lt;/span&gt; as well as myself, attended the wedding of one of our teacher. It felt really different to see each other dressed so formally, especially &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Amanda&lt;/span&gt;. I, myself have not dressed so formally for a few months, so it was a little weird looking at my own reflection in the mirror at the beginning. Everyone was staring at as as we made our way there - C&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hangi&lt;/span&gt; - via the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;MRT&lt;/span&gt;. It was quite awkward but I think we managed to carry ourselves well enough. On our way back, the four of us were so engrossed with playing the games on our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;PSPs&lt;/span&gt; that we missed our stop. Thankfully, we only missed by one stop and were able to catch the train back. It was a lesson learnt. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;We got back our results today, not all though. I'm happy with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; results. However, I really have to work harder on the other subjects. Although I did not fail any of the papers I checked today, I feel that I should buck up. The 'N's are just next week and I really cannot to do badly. My future is at stake...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'The winners in life think constantly in terms of I can, I will, and I am. Losers, on the other hand, concentrate their waking thoughts on what they should have or would have done, or what they can't do.' - Dennis &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Waitley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SLJuxczqUpI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1uXXgxPYUwE/s1600-h/Photo0262.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-2484000571369429395?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/2484000571369429395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=2484000571369429395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/2484000571369429395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/2484000571369429395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2008/08/baby-shower.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhy8SK2F9e8/SLJvoBLN1ZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/U_Ds5S_RypU/s72-c/Photo0262.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-4711774460913967434</id><published>2008-08-21T17:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T17:56:39.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I really can't take this anymore...I try and give my best in everything I do.  I know it's after the exams and you people really want to enjoy at the same time... I give my 100% effort and even managed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;finish&lt;/span&gt; organising a party within one week. It will be held tomorrow. At first, I felt really happy to be able to do something for you people. And maybe, this can help our class to bond a little. However, I'm feeling really disappointed. I'm not getting much co-operation and I feel that all my efforts are wasted. I really don't understand... Just a little bit of co-operation is enough. Do I have to do everything? I thought we were a class. I thought we were united... As I said before... Is all these just crap. If they are, I think we had better stop wasting time thinking about class &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mottoes&lt;/span&gt;. They'll all go down the freaking drain. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Never mind&lt;/span&gt;... I think this is the last time I'm doing something like that. It's for our teacher anyway. I'm doing it for her... I'm just one person. How much can i do?? I think all that I've done are simply a waste of my time... Who can prove me wrong?? WHO??? Try and prove it to me... It'll be hard to convince me though... But I doubt anyone is able to do so..because, I simply don't think I'm wrong. It's freaking right to say that all that I've done is a waste. I think by now, the drain containing all my efforts is damn deep. Will it get any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;deeper&lt;/span&gt;? It does not depend on my...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I don't care. I hope that some day, All the contents of that drain will some how evaporate and be free - just fly and be free. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'Oft expectation fails and most oft there Where most it promises, and oft it hits Where hope is coldest and despair most fits.' - William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-4711774460913967434?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/4711774460913967434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=4711774460913967434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/4711774460913967434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/4711774460913967434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-really-cant-take-this-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-1926578489589887607</id><published>2008-08-20T17:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T17:40:27.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Maths was tough today... Thank you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mdm&lt;/span&gt; Linda and Miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yu&lt;/span&gt; for the wonderful cupcake and card. I really appreciate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Tomorrow, I'll have my chemistry as well as biology paper and after that, I'll have lessons. Then, I have to go and purchase some stuff before heading home. Lots of things to accomplish...but just so little time. However, I managed to come so far, and I hope to keep pressing on. Push my limits and soar to the skies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It's the exam period and we do not see much of each other... Thus, I do not have much to blog about. I see the same people everyday and although I do interact with others, there's not much to blog about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So, I think I'll go study...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;All the best everyone!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'The bad news is time flies. The good news is you're the pilot.' -  Michael &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Althsuler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-1926578489589887607?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/1926578489589887607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=1926578489589887607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/1926578489589887607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/1926578489589887607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2008/08/maths-was-tough-today.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-3035529223115642850</id><published>2008-08-19T17:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T17:16:18.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Geography was okay as well. I had about two questions which got me stumped for a while. I think I would lose marks for those two questions. Maths paper 2 takes place tomorrow and I hope it would not be too difficult.&lt;br /&gt;I am sort of amazed about how I manage things somehow. Just take for example, the exams are going on and yet, I still find the time to study and at the same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt;, organise stuff for my class. I shall not say what just yet. It is going to be a surprise and I can't afford to have anyone spoiling it. The funny thing is, I managed to do about 70% of what I have to within two and a half days. It's really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fascinating&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I guess it is all due to juggling many different thing at the same time when I was still doing my D&amp;amp;T coursework.&lt;br /&gt;I hope the surprise goes well. Thank you for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;who&lt;/span&gt; co-operated with me and helped me to so some of the stuff at a faster speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'A good objective of leadership is to help those who are doing poorly to do well and to help those who are doing well to do even better.' - Jim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rohn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-3035529223115642850?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/3035529223115642850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=3035529223115642850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/3035529223115642850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/3035529223115642850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2008/08/geography-was-okay-as-well.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516825498561233160.post-9159978026963824525</id><published>2008-08-18T16:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T17:44:53.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;We took our mathematics paper today. I felt that it was okay...A few questions had me thinking really hard, I couldn't do some of them but managed to find some answers which I hope will be correct.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I will be taking my geography paper tomorrow. I am pretty nervous about it. Especially for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LORMS&lt;/span&gt; question...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'll have to memorise a lot of stuff...Thankfully some of them are already in my head...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Good Luck to all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'It is important that students bring a certain ragamuffin, barefoot, irreverence to their studies; they are not here to worship what is known, but to question it.' - Jacob &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chanowski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;'One world, one dream.' '同一个世界，同一个梦想. ' - Beijing Olympics 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516825498561233160-9159978026963824525?l=alwaysangelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/feeds/9159978026963824525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516825498561233160&amp;postID=9159978026963824525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/9159978026963824525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516825498561233160/posts/default/9159978026963824525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysangelic.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-took-our-mathematics-paper-today.html' title=''/><author><name>''~**...AngeL...**~''</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00503874823140554626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
