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href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/2010/04/disclaimer-if-you-think-that-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hEIBi5vDQGo/SQUazE0LCNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/20FyyJJ7twg/S220/Forever_Friends_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8955241692993476134.post-4346090494466253077</id><published>2010-04-05T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T06:06:05.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hehe... feeling... I don't know... not so awesome today. But I'm not emoing!! Serious... anyways, on days like this, I did what I usually do ^^ Find something deep and start thinking ^^ Anyways, I ripped this from my ex-classmate's blog. Teehee! I'm not the only one who rip stuff... He didn't come up with it either! He got it from his senior! And for all we know, his senior might have found it somewhere too! So yeah, enough talk! Let me reveal the inspiring, mind-boggling truth about life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme ask you something, (if you are even reading this), in a picture, are you the person who people always look at? The star, where you are the only reason why people want to look at that picture, the one that brightens the picture, that makes the picture special. You always appear in pictures, always taking photos so people can see your wonderful face.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you are just too, attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, are you the person who is always ignored? The ghost in the picture, the one that no one looks at, the one that no one cares about, just a 'passer-by' in the picture. You try hard to be a star in the picture but you seem to be at corners of the picture.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you are just too, ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, are you the person constantly being insulted at for being such a nuisance, for being so extra? You always seem to be appearing with the star, always make a supposed to be wonderful picture but with you, people get really irritated and bothered because you they feel you ruin the picture.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you are just too, worthless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one who is looking at the picture, the one that doesnt appear in pictures, the one that wishes to be the star, the one that dont mind being the ignored person, the one that pities the nuisance person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe im just too, the one who looks at a picture and think too much. Aint it that way? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee... Wasn't that very deep-sounding? I don't know I mean... I guess what we're supposed to see is that life is too short for us to dwell on all the sad stuff? I guess in a way, we all fall into one of those catogories? I mean... I don't know, it got me thinking on other people's thoughts and perspectives. As in... why are there so many differnt kinds of people? I meann afterall, we all want to be well-liked, well-loved, cared for and cherished by. So why is there ultimately those who ARE and others who just aren't? Isn't that... sad? Somewhat? Maybe you'll say that those who ARE loved are those who are nice and who love those around them. But I mean, I guess it's all somewhat a cycle, isn't it? If I were to like you, I'll naturally be nice to you and care for you and yea... and obviously, if someone is nice to you, you'll naturally be nicer to them right? And well if I just dislike you, I'll be mean to you and well, it isn't easy being nice to someone mean right?? So I guess... I don't know... Maybe all that talk about how first impressions are really important are true? I mean I guess the right thing to do would be to be nice to someone who isn't nice to you. But seriously? It isn't that easy. Right? And why will you bother being nice to someone mean when you can be nice to someone nice? I don't know... am I having the wrong morales? I don't know... it just seems kind of sad... Well... I guess in a way life IS sad... But oh well... I do like that post... It seems... so pretty... so... true... so... sad. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH... I think writing this post just made my mood drop... Hopefully I'm not feeling depressed??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryline&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8955241692993476134-4346090494466253077?l=memory-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/4346090494466253077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/2010/04/hehe_05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8955241692993476134/posts/default/4346090494466253077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8955241692993476134/posts/default/4346090494466253077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/2010/04/hehe_05.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hEIBi5vDQGo/SQUazE0LCNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/20FyyJJ7twg/S220/Forever_Friends_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8955241692993476134.post-7481971340110555575</id><published>2010-04-02T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T22:55:00.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEHE... guess what?? ANOTHER INFORMATION OVERLOADED POST!! Hehe... what can I do... I'm just naturally lazy! Okay... so Bintan... Gee I can totally write one whole post on Bintan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... so Bintan was... eventful. And I shall try to recount this eventful event by doing it right from the beginning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So day 1, we lugged our heavy bags to school... well... SOME people had pretty empty bags... I guess mine was kinda average :D Joejyn's was... BIG. Richard's was... unique xD Yea... the rest? Pretty normal. ^^ There was this crazy homework copying session happening outside the class as all the awesome key holders decided not to bring their keys... LOL. Hehe so we carried our heavy bags to the bus and went to the ferry terminal. Hehe the girls... Hehe we stole the backseats! ^^ And of course, we started singing and monkeying around. Oh yes, we also got our activity and sleeping groups... Erh... yea... Hmmm... no comments... okay whatever... This posts is filled with ellipses... Hehe... The ferry was pretty cool ^^ Better than expected. But it was really rather silly since we were made to sit in our activity groups :( So yea... no card games... Oh well... we did stand and move around ^^ Hehe the trainers were really weird because they wanted us to fill the embarkation card ourselves... Without any information... SERIOUSLY?? So, we arrived at smoking hot Bintan and spammed sunscreen on ourselves. The first place we went was to this village and charcoal factory. The charcoal factory was really... unexpected? As in, I expected something more... factory like? I mean... I guess I didn't expected anything too modern. But... I don't know... it was different... So after looking at the factory, we were split into 2 main groups. The first group would go for mangrove reforestation and the second would do village CIP first. Yep, so I was in the second group and so we went to the village's provision shop to get some food for the villagers ^^ After which, we went door to door to pass the provisions to them ^^. They were all really nice and awesome people ^^ Hehe I even gave my awesomely cute elephant to a little boy ^^ Okay... maybe it isn't mine... but I fell in love with it!! Anyways, the most awesome thing happened while we were doing our CIP. You see, the houses in this village were built on top of water... So you have to walk on this wooden bridge to get to the houses and guess what my awesome group did?! Hehe well... I didn't really witness the whole incident, but it was classical. Apparently, due to our inability to speak fluent Malay, we were unable to convey our message and wishes to the villages. Thus our pretty awesome trainer came and jokingly told the villager that we were all... idiots? Or just plain crazy.. Either one. Anyways, Yash got so excited that he started to jump on the bridge and I guess the villages don't really jump on the bridge? Because the whole thing just came crashing down. Yes. One moment they were up and the next they're gone. LOL. It was pretty funny ^^... Kinda sad since I didn't get a chance to feel how its like to suddenly be standing on thin air xD Oh well... we went for mangrove reforestation after that. Oh yes, did I talk about my awesome shoe? Hehe, you see, they told us to bring an old pair of shoes and that's what I did! Just that it was so old and no one used it for like SO long. The whole thing just broke. I'm serious... like the soles dropped out... and it was really retarded. Yes, I know lots of people had a great laugh at my poor shoes. LOL. Hehe, but awesome Jeremy loaned me his pair ^^ Jeremy! You're so awesome! Oh yes, anyways, so my shoes tore and I decided that since they were going to be soaking wet, I must as well just wear the broken pair and throw them away after that. So that's what I did. Or planned to do. Because while I was walking the whole left side just gave way... :( And so I ended up taking strings and tying my shoes with raffia strings which we found on the floor... It looked extremely retarded... Serious. So anyways, after getting our saplings, we went to plant them. And yes, while I was in the water, one of the soles just came of and got lost in the water ^^ Awesome much? Lesson learnt? Don't ever bring shoes that are too old to camp. Yep so... after that we had... oh! Okay this is a pretty weird incident... Anyways, while we were at the village, Bing and I decided that we needed the washroom... So, we had the option of using some small cubicle with no door or borrowing the washroom from the villages. Do I actually need to say which we picked? So we entered this house and there was this boy. He was... pretty young... perhaps around 10? So you see, the toilet isn't really like the toilets you see in Singapore... There's a squatting toilet and this like container of water in between the toilet and the outside of the toilet... Gee... it's pretty hard to explain it... But just know that there is a big hole in the wall. Anyways, Bing went into the awesome toilet first while I waited for her outside with the little boy. Heeeheee this is where the weirdest thing started to happen. THE BOY STARTED LOOKING IN THE HOLE!! LIKE WHAT THE CRAP?? I was totally... shocked. He started giggling to himself and playing with the water? But he was looking at her. NO I DIDN'T MEAN PEEKING. HE WAS JUST LIKE STARING AT HER OPENLY. He must as well had climbed over and looked or something. So what could I do?? I mean I couldn't tell him to stop since it's like his territory... Plus how am I going to tell him?? Not like I went to learn the Malay translation of "Stop looking". Anyways, after awhile Bing came out and yeah, she knew he was looking and couldn't yea... So, yea... we decided to yea... okay I just realised that I do have male readers... But yea... we shielded each other ^^. Okay so the rest of day 1 was pretty boring... As in we had candle war and we pitched our tent and stuff? Oh yes, it was the first time I pitched a tent ^^ But then again, I didn't really pitch the tent since I'm too noob... The tent was pretty spacious ^^. Oh yes bathing... Gee it was real irritating since we had to wait like 101 years to get a cubicle and yea, we found/saw some rather disturbing things... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew, done with day 1 :D Gosh day 2... okay, we dragonboated to KM40. And our awesome dragonboat fought of a shark and octopus attack ^^ With the help of Mrs. Chua's Crocs. HEEHEE... oh well... at least we made it to the end yea? Anyways, spending the night at KM40 was pretty special since I got to see how a mesh tin works and stuff? Heehee and big thank you to Darius for lighting my fire twice ^^ Oh and Francis too ^^ HEEHEE you tried... and failed... LOL hehe... Poor lighter :P Heehee the noodles tasted pretty weird so I went noodle-hopping. Best noodles of the night? Jelena and Hazel. ^^ Daniel's (and I think Francis') was... flooded with MSG. Heehee oh and Charis and Bing were the most awesome. They dipped their noodles in their soup and started munching on them!! Hehe anyways, after dinner, we had our nightwalk. Hehe since we were one of the last to go and we were running out of time, Bing and I got to go together xD Heehee. So you see while we were walking we (or rather I heard a voice and she saw a gorilla looking figure) freaked out and started screaming... Embarrassed. Okay... I'm like half summarising everything because I'm soooo sleepy... :( Anyways, after the silly walk we went to bed ^^ or rather to sleep since there was no bed. Anyways, guess what?? IT STARTED RAINING CATS AND DOGS! Yep so our awesome trainers went to check on us through the heavy storm and most of us had to help support the tent so as to prevent it from flying away. Heehee, maybe not FLY away... but yea... collapse? I don't know what can happen to tents... But all my bags got wet :( Luckily for me, I had a shirt and my towel as my pillow and SOME things were water proofed... Like 5% of my things? So I didn't end up having to wear wet stuff ^^ Oh another pretty awesome incident. See, the makeshift toilet (yes, there was only 1 cubicle), is kinda just this hole with a piece of wood. So you squat on the plank and do all your business. Hehe, somehow, it seems like common logic for someone to do all their business in the hole... But some awesome friend of ours decided to do otherwise... HEHE and you know what's even more funny?? Someone else who was about to do his business stepped on it!! (I think?? He did right?) LOL. Classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3, mountain trekking. Hehe, once again, it was my first time mountain trekking and due to the heavy rain the night before the ground was pretty slippery and I was kind of worried about the climb... Hehe, I did have my share (a rather big share) of problems climbing the mountain... HEEHEE ^^ But yep, I had tons and tons of help ^^ And I reached the top ^^ Awesome yea?? Hehe, it was pretty fun ^^ Coming down the mountain was even tougher since the ground was pretty slippery and yep Bing and I did several splits and shared some falls xD Hehe, yes yes, i fared much worse than her xD HEHE. But yea, it was really funny when you fall because you kinda look like a kid?? Like you fall on your butt and stuff?? Not flat on your face so yea... we start laughing every time we fell. HEHE. Sadly Horatio, Darius and Yash just couldn't see the logic to our laughter and thought that we were nuts... :P Yep mountain trekking was awesome ^^ We had dinner with a can of soda ^^ YAY!! I GOT COKE! ALL THANKS TO DARIUS AND HORATIO FOR GOING EARLY TO COLLECT COKE ^^ Hehe... they were so awesome that they ended up taking some... weird drink... Bing had cough syrup tasting soda xD W-E-I-R-D. Hehe we went to watch fireflies after that ^^ HEHEE sadly, we were more interested in solving the mystery Mrs. Chua gave us while we were trekking. OH AND GUESS WHAT?? WE GOT TO STAY IN THE RESORT ON THE LAST 2 NIGHTS! SENIORS! JEALOUS?? LOL! The resort was seriously god sent. As in I didn't even dare think about air-con! Least the 4 beds! (even though 1/2 of them were rock hard... ) Yes yes, so after being deprived of the shower for 1 whole day and a good wash for close to 2 days, I was just... overwhelmed by the awesome toilet ^^ (even though the heater was kind of cranky xD) OH YES! We went coconut tree climbing too! Bing and I did pretty well since we decided to climb from the back xD Something that the first few guys failed to do xD Hehe, our record was kinda awesome until Darius and someone... was it Billy? mounted the tree. Darius was a real monkey. He did it so naturally... Serious. True monkey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 was CIP... I don't know. I just... I don't know... the orphans are just... I don't know. I wish Interact would have a home group to visit orphans... Oh, people started falling ill... Like after day 3? Probably due to the lack of sleep, outdoor cooking, the rain or just something else. Whatever started the bug eventually turned into stomach flu... So about 60% of the cohort fell ill or something? I got kind of freaked out since it's like yea... people start vomiting and getting stomachache. Zack and Bing totally freaked me out when they started vomiting uncontrollably... Anyways, we had our awesome campfire ^^ Hehe... it was kinda short... and we didn't really have much free time and stuff to bond... but I guess campfires make camps complete so yea... Oh yes!! There were fireworks!! Awesome yea? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 was... in my perception, somewhat boring in comparison... probably because I was busy patting Bing's back and counting the number of times she vomited. xD The ferry back to Singapore was TERRIBLE!! The boat was rocking wildly throughout the whole trip and I thought my head was going to explode and I'll start vomiting together with the 2 people beside me. We were totally... I don't know... over the moon? when we finally arrived. Going up the bus? I remembered what air-conditioned buses are like and how it feels to actually have 40 over people in a bus. The whole journey back to school was totally... I don't know... it felt very... very good, very comforting, very safe. All in all, despite all the bad and less awesome things, VIP Challenge and Bintan was AWESOME ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So that's all I'm going to say about the Bintan trip. Anyways after the Bintan trip... yea... oh yes... I'm old... My birthday ^^ Love v14 for the awesome, awesome bear :D It's fluffy and awesome ^^ Just like me ^^ LOL! LOVED LOVED LOVED the cake ^^ Because it's a one in a million (no billion. Or rather trillion. I don't know... it's a one of a kind cake) Hehe even though I knew of it's existence way before I should have... but I didn't expect it to be such a special cake. ^^ I guess it was pretty sad that my face had to land on the cake. Oh well, VIP stresses on being outstanding. So oh well, I guess it's pretty outstanding to have cream all over your face xD BIG BIG BIG THANK YOU YEA?? YES YES AND BIG BIG BIG BIG BIG THANK YOU FOR ALL THE BEST WISHES FROM ALL OF YOU AWESOME PEOPLE OUT THERE ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heehee on a less cheerful note... it's time to work harder Cheryline!! You shouldn't be slacking!! Stop playing!! Work harder!! Do your homework!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, met up with the girls today... eventhough SOME people decided to pick sleep over me.  :P HMPF! JKJK, I know you're under tons of stress... Try to chill yea?? Triple Geography is nothing. No kick yeah?? Hehe... Add oil yeah?? Anyways, it felt really nice hanging out with them. Gossiping catching up sharing and stuff. Really comfortable. Just one of those awesome chill out outings. ^^ THANKS GUYS! For putting down your books and keeping me company ^^ Felt SOOOOOOOO good after seeing you people ^^ We HAVE to do this again yeah?? :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, we're painting our awesome class ^^ Awesome ^^ Add oil 14!! We'll win class decor right? Class matters... oh 14 is the most awesome class because we have Gareth ^^ Apparently, I look a little like Gareth ^^ HEHE that's pretty cool in my point of view. GEEEE... NOOOO APRIL's Fool. Okay short summary and I'll go off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started out with people putting salt in bottles. Terrible... Oh, and we had several cases of terrorist attacks in VJC xD LOL! Then... our bags grew legs and swapped places... My pencil case ended up on top of the projector... My shoes were found dangling near the railings and behind the air conditioner... My golf club was behind the projector screen. Samuel got pink nails. I learnt the "art of diffusion" all thanks to v15 and Horatio for being ultra generous and supplying deodorant to facilitate our learning. Shan and Rozz cheated us. LOL Oh and we had Angel and Mortal. But instead of names, we had... something else. xD HEHE. Result of this? No one believed when I took out the real Angel and Mortal xD HEHE. Okay... that's all right? I think... Yea... ultra sleepy... I better not wake up late tomorrow... gee sleepy... lots of homework... why am I typing all this instead of sleeping then?? I don't know... I'm weird. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights!&lt;br /&gt;Cheryline ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8955241692993476134-7481971340110555575?l=memory-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/7481971340110555575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/2010/04/hehe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8955241692993476134/posts/default/7481971340110555575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8955241692993476134/posts/default/7481971340110555575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/2010/04/hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hEIBi5vDQGo/SQUazE0LCNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/20FyyJJ7twg/S220/Forever_Friends_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8955241692993476134.post-4728994779941167059</id><published>2010-03-05T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T20:46:41.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... it IS time to update my rather dead blog... So... once again, 1001 things happened since then. School has finally started to put pressure on us... That sucks... Oh well... but I KNOW that as compared to all of you back at AH, I'm having a much easier time. I don't know... I don't remember what happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, we had to do a Biology project which ended up pretty sadly because all the results were... rather inaccurate? And we had to do it 3 times with the results getting less accurate each time. :P Yea... hmmm thinking back about the project leads me to think about the big fight we had over the groupings... I guess it IS quite sad. Sad because we seemed to have forgotten all about the scholars. I don't know about the rest, but I know that I forgot about them. I'm so sorry... Geez... I'm a rather insensitive and slow fool. Haiz... oh well... it's all over now and I promise to be more sensitive in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about the Biology project, I can't help but think of the first 3 period Biology lesson where Ms. Farah was explaining to us about cells. I couldn't, can't and probably never will get it. And somehow, maybe for just the most random reasons, I started laughing. Yes... laughing... That's like so weird... But somehow at that time, I just felt that it was hilarious that I would be sitting there for 3 whole periods and go out not understanding or absorbing a morsel of what she said. Yes... so this lead to a feel funny stares... Haiz... people, loosen up! Laughing is good for the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep... so other then the constant spammage of chinese worksheets, Chinese has been pretty much B-O-R-I-N-G. Bleh... And you know what makes Chinese even worse? Guess what, I end up facing the wall when I look straight... That's like SERIOUSLY??!! Haha but I guess listening to Ben and Darius BS throughout Chinese to the teacher IS kinda funny. And guess what? My intense hate for essay writing is STILL here... Sadness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, Language Arts =D Mr. Leonard is a rather cool figure xD Hehe and guess what?? We don't have to call him Sir!! Haha but I bet all the VS guys are not used to calling teachers by their first name. Hehe... but imagine calling every single teacher you meet Ma'am and Sir... that's just... weird? Hehe... no offense of any sort =D Language Arts seems like a really difficult topic? But I think that at the end of it, I'll probably be able to see many things in a different light? Haiz, just got our first LA assignment... 5% of our CA1 grade... Oh well... something will happen. I don't know what, but something will be able to make me write the task. LA is one of those lessons where it won't pass without anyone laughing?? Oh yes! Talking about that, during our first LA, we were made to watch The Matrix. And guess what? My most awesome table partner started laughing at all the disgusting parts. I was like shocked. She started laughing when the guy's brain was being drilled or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry... oh yes, we just did a Chemistry project in 3 days? And guess what? It adds up to 30% of our overall grade =D Haha... okay... I don't know how we are going to do for it but... yes... but something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics is quite interesting... To a certain extent, Physics reminds me of LA. There is always going to be a possibility that the next time you look under your chair, you might just find an elephant =D Yes, the first Physics assignment is here too... LAZY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL IN ALL, I'M NOT REALLY LOOKING FORWARD TO GOING BINTAN WITH OTHER CLASSES AND I FEEL LIKE BRING BEARS ALONG... They will understand me, be there for me, cheer me up and not make me feel terrible. Guess what, let me end this whole post with awesome teddy quotes. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everything in life I share, except of course my teddy bear!"&lt;br /&gt;-Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A bear teaches us that if the heart is true, it doesn't matter much if an ear drops off."&lt;br /&gt;-Helen &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Exley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are few sadder sights than a wet bear hanging from a clothesline by its ears. Its says a lot for them that they never complain."&lt;br /&gt;-Pam Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This sounds sad... Don't wash and hang your teddies... They'll be sad T.T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Remember when I said Teddy can't sleep without me? Well, truth is, I can't sleep without Teddy."&lt;br /&gt;-Webster &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Papadopolis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bears sleep by day. At night they stay awake to chase away bad dreams."&lt;br /&gt;-Jesse O'Neil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's just something about a Teddy Bear that's impossible to explain. When you hold one in your arms, you get a feeling of love, comfort and security. It's almost supernatural."&lt;br /&gt;-James &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ownby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait!!! HAPPY 15&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; BIRTHDAY CHARIS!!! MAY YOUR DAYS BE FILLED WITH LAUGHTER, PEACE (VERY &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;IMPORTANT&lt;/span&gt;) AND JOY =D You're so awesome =D Continue to rock on =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cheryline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Oh sharks... We're 1/8 past our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IP&lt;/span&gt; journey. My, didn't it seem like yesterday when we went for orientation? Time, please move a little slower. Let me cherish every single moment I get with all these awesome people. Let us come out at the end of 2 years and know that for the next 60 years and beyond, we'll still be a close knitted group. Let us form friendships we never thought would be possible and let us never forget the times we shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSS. Guess what? Blogger, you suck. Big time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8955241692993476134-4728994779941167059?l=memory-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/4728994779941167059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8955241692993476134/posts/default/4728994779941167059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8955241692993476134/posts/default/4728994779941167059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hEIBi5vDQGo/SQUazE0LCNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/20FyyJJ7twg/S220/Forever_Friends_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8955241692993476134.post-1850430392701825812</id><published>2010-02-03T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T06:52:09.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO PEEPS!!!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;... Okay I don't know what's wrong with me... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt; I guess it's probably the cheering from just now... This officially shows that I shouldn't cheer if I have to attend a serious event... Why? Because I'll start climbing on chairs and stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, let's leave today for the last because... because I say so! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lols&lt;/span&gt;... Anyways, I ended the last post at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IPO&lt;/span&gt; and 876098306598374065 things have happened since then! Yea... So, after we lost &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IPO&lt;/span&gt;, we had... I think it's the Bridging Curriculum aka BC, where we did our BC and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DeSpace&lt;/span&gt; Project =D Yep, for all none VIP-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ers&lt;/span&gt;, our BC project was to design the VIP open house 2010 =D Yep, I guess it was pretty fun since we got to go to the zoo and stuff =D Yeah! I finally visited the zoo after more than 14 years... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;... There is nothing wrong with never going to the zoo before... Okay, maybe just a teeny weeny bit weird... But still... you people aren't supposed to laugh... Yep... our project wasn't selected to be competed amongst the level eventually... but I guess it was quite fun... to a certain extent &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; Yep, but anyways, I loved Top Five's idea =D AND guess what matters most? They won!!! So yeah, since their first, and we lost to them only, then yeah, our project would actually be considered top 5!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gettit&lt;/span&gt;?? (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; bet you do, because smart people will understand it =D) Yep! Then there was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DeSpace&lt;/span&gt; =D And guess what people?? We are going to have a television theme classroom =D (Or at least we're supposed to have it... but not much progress has been made...) Yea... and... OH YEAH! We had 2 &lt;em&gt;awesomely&lt;/em&gt; fantastic diagnostic tests for Chemistry and Language Arts... Guess what? We'll be having some weird Math Selection Test tomorrow... and I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; excited to show them my powder-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ful&lt;/span&gt; mathematics skills...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep yep, anyways, this is 10v14's photo montage =D Done by Bing Lin. I got her permission to upload it here =D So yea =D Enjoy! *Note: Do mute the audio for the video because I doubt you'll want 2 No Boundaries playing together xD*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="459" height="301" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-456192b5b5457e1c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D456192b5b5457e1c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331261645%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D596DD961149AE98DF087E761F8C6986141FD14C9.45840ADB7D0E9830D8BD1D1958A77EB1C2853EBE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D456192b5b5457e1c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVmtwWx4V3ZS2GY7faficCX2QX_s&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="459" height="301" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D456192b5b5457e1c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331261645%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D596DD961149AE98DF087E761F8C6986141FD14C9.45840ADB7D0E9830D8BD1D1958A77EB1C2853EBE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D456192b5b5457e1c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVmtwWx4V3ZS2GY7faficCX2QX_s&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yep! Cool right? =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, after BC was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;JCO&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;... How should I describe &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;JCO&lt;/span&gt; without hurting the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SC's&lt;/span&gt; feelings? Perhaps, because &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IPO&lt;/span&gt; was such a blast, I expected similar if not more fun in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;JCO&lt;/span&gt;? Sadly it didn't really happen? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;... oh well, I suppose it would have been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; better had we had classmates with us... Yea... but sadly, we didn't... So I ended up running away from my group during mass dance and stuff &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;, I guessed it might have pissed the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OGLs&lt;/span&gt; but... yea... I still did it... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; too bad man... I just wasn't on the same wavelength as the rest of the group... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;... yea... and so, I ended up skipping 3/4 of wet games =D Plus, I didn't attend a single &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OG&lt;/span&gt; or sub-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OG&lt;/span&gt; dinner... Yea, so I'm probably the most terrible member in the team... Oh well... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;geez&lt;/span&gt;... sorry... but honestly, I'm not THAT sorry, because I know that even if you reversed time, I would still run of during mass dance and stuff... Yea...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh well... I feel extremely terrible saying such things about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;JCO&lt;/span&gt;... And I do hope that no SC stumbles upon my blog or I'll feel really bad for saying such things here... Yea...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;JCO&lt;/span&gt;... oh! Today is the first day that I'm free from my sub &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OG&lt;/span&gt; =D Yes! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;... Anyways, today has been a super cool day =D Why? Because... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;erh&lt;/span&gt;... actually the first half of the day was pretty boring... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, we had those boring talks? You know those talks on Code of Conduct, school mission, etc etc? Those that they'll repeat like 3485940658 times? Yea, we started of with that. Yea but the fun started during our break &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; Yes, the break where my mortal found out who I was, and the break where I found myself a slave =D &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;... isn't this fun? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOLS&lt;/span&gt;! Yea, so I got to order my slave around... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;, I think he felt really bad at the beginning because he was really a FANTASTIC slave for the first 3hrs... Although the effects of guilt began to fade away after that... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Geez&lt;/span&gt;... Oh well... Yea, anyways, the whole class suddenly turned a little... eccentric after that? There were slaves and masters everywhere. Seriously, talk about power struggle man! Yep, so after break was MORE talks at the PT; where poor &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IP&lt;/span&gt;1s were made to sit on the steps. Seriously, the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;JC&lt;/span&gt;1 guys need to learn how to be gentlemen... And you know what? After making us sit on the steps, we get scolded for not sitting properly... ZZZ Okay, I seriously hope that VJ isn't like AH where they have teacher's blog hopping to see what students write about... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yea, so after the boring talk, we finally got to know what house we're in...&lt;br /&gt;Ursa.&lt;br /&gt;-Sadness-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Geez&lt;/span&gt;... there are 6 houses and one house that I didn't want to be in... Want to guess which one it is? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_45" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;... to think I was so sure that we won't end up in Ursa since 09v14 ended up there... Oh well... At least we have our super cool senior class and I guess... I don't know... I guess Ursa should be pretty fun too... I hope... Yea, so after House Meeting, we had our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_46" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DeSpace&lt;/span&gt; Project, aka Clean Your Classroom =D &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_47" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;... Seriously, I used to really HATE such events back at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_48" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TNS&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_49" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AHS&lt;/span&gt; but... this time, I had A BLAST! Seriously! It was awesome!! You don't know how fun it can be cleaning a class until you're in 10v14. Because the floor was awesomely dirty (due to the renovations and not us okay!) so a group of us, bravely (I would like to think that it was a brave thing to step into class barefooted and clean the floor, tile by tile. =D A-W-E-S-O-M-E! Yea, and halfway cleaning, we started getting tired I suppose... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_50" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;, we started cheering/singing =D Yea! Awesome-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_51" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt; to the max! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_52" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, I suppose our cheers were extremely addictive because 10v13 started following us and coming up with their cleaning cheers! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_53" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, I shall post all the cheers here just so that I won't forget them =D &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Folk Dance (As We Walk To The Left)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As we mop to the left, as we mop to the right~&lt;br /&gt;As we mop as we mop as we mop all night~&lt;br /&gt;With a mop and a cloth and a brush brush around~&lt;br /&gt;With a mop and a cloth and a CLEAN CLEAN CLASS~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't Touch The Wall&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;14 will clean the class!&lt;br /&gt;14 will clean the class!&lt;br /&gt;14 will clean the class! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH 14!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We Will Win The War&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We will clean the class!&lt;br /&gt;We will clean the class!&lt;br /&gt;We will clean the class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more time go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will clean the class!&lt;br /&gt;We will clean the class!&lt;br /&gt;We will clean the class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last time go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will clean the class!&lt;br /&gt;We will clean the class!&lt;br /&gt;We will clean the class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH 14!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yea... and many others which I am too lazy to type out... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_54" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, we had our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_55" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CCA&lt;/span&gt; showcase today =D And MAN! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_56" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VJC&lt;/span&gt; sure has many &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_57" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CCA's&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_58" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt; =D Had quite a lot of fun walking around the class and eating the pizza that Mrs &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_59" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chua&lt;/span&gt; kindly bought for us =D &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_60" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_61" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; 10v15 was extremely jealous when they saw our pizza! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_62" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Anyways, I guess having a class of 25 is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_63" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; better since we really get to bond with our classmates and stuff? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_64" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, so all in all, today was a great day =D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yep, that's about all =D Yea with that I shall end my post =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_65" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cheryline&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_66" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rayson&lt;/span&gt;, forget it. Your blog post will never ever be longer than mine. Want to know why? It's because I am more &lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_67" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;zai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;than you =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8955241692993476134-1850430392701825812?l=memory-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/1850430392701825812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello-peeps-haha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8955241692993476134/posts/default/1850430392701825812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8955241692993476134/posts/default/1850430392701825812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello-peeps-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hEIBi5vDQGo/SQUazE0LCNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/20FyyJJ7twg/S220/Forever_Friends_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8955241692993476134.post-5584958463149137743</id><published>2010-01-16T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T10:11:29.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt; due to popular demand (I sound super ego here), I shall attempt to blog about the past one and a half months... For your information, it isn't easy because the less you blog, the tougher it is to begin blogging again because you'll just get lazier... But I AM trying okay &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so can't believe that the last post was about class gathering, which was eons ago... I can't even remember what happened... but I guess the more important events would be... Choir farewell, Christmas, New Year and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IPO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, Choir farewell... well, it was kinda different from what I thought it would be (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt; I had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;some sort&lt;/span&gt; of mentality that we would end up at some restaurant &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;)... we ended up going to some faraway park... but oh well the place was rather scenic &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; Sadly, I didn't have my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cybershot&lt;/span&gt; yet so no pictures taken at all... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt; too bad. I can't really remember the whole thing clearly but I remember this game where we had to choose like 3 random numbers and the numbers would stand for 3 types drinks. For example, you choose 1, 3 and 5, then they will take drink number 1, 3 and 5 and mix them together. Yeah, somewhat similar to Big Gulp... just that you don't know what drinks the numbers stand for... *Duh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, but I was lucky and ended up choosing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ribena&lt;/span&gt;, lime juice and Sprite, I think ... Sadly for the other 3, they had like the weirdest combination especially &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Qing&lt;/span&gt;, her drink even had a layer of white precipitation... yea... so her drink underwent chemical reaction and ended up looking like shit, and trust me, it smelt worse than shit &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;  I think it was, Milo, lime juice and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;vinger&lt;/span&gt;... yea sick ... Oh well, as least she didn't have to drink it... Sadly for An &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Qi&lt;/span&gt;, her lucky stars just weren't shining at her that night and so she ended up having to drink that cup of Chemical X &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell ended off rather well and I kinda got to chat with Charis =D I know that she's rather upset/disappointed/regretful that she didn't try out for VJ because she thought that no one would leave choir... I feel kinda bad for her too because she seriously looks like a Victorian... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt; I think that I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stereotyping&lt;/span&gt; here... but it's true! Oh and I loved the dress she was wearing... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; Personally, I think a few of my juniors have awesome dress sense =D I especially loved You &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Xuan&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sharlyn's&lt;/span&gt; dresses =D (I personally see the possibility of You &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Xuan&lt;/span&gt; joining me at VJ next year &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;) Yea, so that's more or less what I can remember about farewell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next big thing that I can remember is Christmas =D &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; Christmas is the season of giving and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;receiving&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt; and I guessed that I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; more than I gave in the past Christmas =D &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt; I had the 2 material things that I wanted most! My camera and laptop =D &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt; I ended up with my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cybershot&lt;/span&gt; 180 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;even though&lt;/span&gt; my dream camera was the red &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cybershot&lt;/span&gt; T700... Oh well... but I'm still REALLY happy with my 180 because the T700 was around $600-$700 which is a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hell load&lt;/span&gt; of money for a camera which came out about a year ago... Okay it is a big sum of money to me at least... Yea but my 180 is cool okay =D I love the buttons and the color and everything about it =D &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt; 3 cheers to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sheung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tsun&lt;/span&gt; for buying it =D Oh well, but he had an ulterior motive (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;) which was to get into my good books =D Yea, he is dating my sister... ZZZ... I personally was quite shock to hear because... Nah it's their private affairs and I shall not talk about it here because it's not my right to share it =D Yea the next big thing would be my White &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Vaio&lt;/span&gt; NW! Finally, although, a small, just tiny weeny part of me sometimes thinks of the Pink &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Vaio&lt;/span&gt; SR but it's $2000 okay! No way am I going to be able to pay for it... Not that I paid for my NW... But hey, I paid a portion of it... my $500 and 90 over hours spent at my dad's boring shop ALL gone... although, my banana, aka my second sister paid a bigger portion &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;, I was rather shock that she would offer to pay for it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; Because she had never raised that idea before &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt; yea, so Christmas ended with me getting practically all my Christmas wishes granted &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_45" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I also went to Mrs &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_46" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chua's&lt;/span&gt; house for the Christmas party where I won my soft plush horse =D A rather unique addition to my collection of plush teddies =D &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_47" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt; Mrs &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_48" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chua&lt;/span&gt; seems friendly and she looks really happy too =D &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_49" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt; I think that she would be a rather cool teacher =D &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_50" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year kinda came and left with us watching the New Year concerts on TV and laughing at the local singers... Seriously, local singers and bands, if you can't come out with your own songs at least try to change the arrangement and for heavens sake don't try to sound like the original singer because no matter how similar you sound, people are going to prefer the original!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh I totally forgot about the Vietnam trip... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_51" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;, I've already uploaded onto my computer but I still haven't decided if I should post them here or up on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_52" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FB&lt;/span&gt;... Don't ask me why... The Vietnam trip was filled with good and bad parts... Although the bad didn't come from the place or anything but rather the people who came along... Oh well... I guess that's why I like travelling alone... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_53" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, I feel so selfish... But Vietnam is really a place filled with culture and hopes of the people. The place is rather backwards with REALLY messy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_54" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;power lines&lt;/span&gt; and traffic... The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_55" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;power lines&lt;/span&gt; are so messy that even &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_56" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Spiderman's&lt;/span&gt; web would look better and as for the traffic, well lets just say that the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_57" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;government&lt;/span&gt; is throwing money into the drain my building traffic lights. Why? Because nobody cares about the lights, motorcycles just zoom past here and there, wait they can't really "zoom" because there are millions of them so they can't move much during rush hour... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_58" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; this caused people like my sisters and parents to freak out when crossing the road... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_59" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;... seriously just walk... the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_60" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;motorcycles&lt;/span&gt; won't ram into you because they are moving so slowly... Oh well... I really wanted to climb the Cu Chi tunnel... but my silly head decided to have a splitting headache then... Depression... Vietnam is indeed a rather unique place and if given the opportunity, I would like to visit the place again 5-10 years down the road. I believe that at that time, I would be shocked to see how much Vietnam has grown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_61" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IPO&lt;/span&gt; is the last major event in the past 1 and a half months I believe... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_62" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IPO&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_63" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;... 14 didn't win &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_64" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IPO&lt;/span&gt;... I guess I am still a little disappointed but I really had the blast. It was THE best orientation to date and a REALLY REALLY REALLY big thank you to all the seniors for putting in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_65" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SOOOO&lt;/span&gt; much effort and time into it. I know that they began planning it weeks and weeks ago during the holidays. Day one was when we had to steal lifelines and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_66" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;build&lt;/span&gt; a boat... I don't know which boat won but at least 14's boat floated =D Day 2 was really eventful, it was the Wet and Dirty games. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_67" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt; trust me, I had a hard time convincing myself to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_68" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;participate&lt;/span&gt; in the games. I mean wet games are okay, but dirty games is totally... yea &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_69" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;, day 2 ended with Bryan pretending to be REALLY furious at us and asking us to close our our eyes and reflect... Irritatingly, water bombs started flying at us and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_70" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;naive&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_71" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IP&lt;/span&gt;1s were defenceless to the brutal attacks of the water bombs... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_72" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; it was FUN to the MAX =D &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_73" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;, you people will never be able to imagine Mummy's expression when I stepped into the car. She was like "Oh my god, what happened to you." Day 3 of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_74" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IPO&lt;/span&gt; was Amazing Race and Idelle's group came in first! I seriously thought that we stood a high chance of winning &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_75" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IPO&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_76" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt; oh well... but at least I had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_77" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of fun when we went to play class games especially the one where we had to sit oh each other... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_78" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; Okay that sounds a little wrong... it's not that it is fun to sit on each other because it's not that fun and I'm sure that I almost broke &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_79" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;JoeJyn's&lt;/span&gt; leg... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_80" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt; sorry &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_81" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Joejyn&lt;/span&gt;... But I felt really good after playing that game because we kept failing and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_82" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PSLs&lt;/span&gt; almost wanted us to give up... However &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_83" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zhen&lt;/span&gt; Ting decided to give us one final chance and I guess we finally believed that the person behind us would not fail us. Yea, trust was the major factor in the game and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_84" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;in fact,&lt;/span&gt; trust is probably the most important thing in life because just like someone said, "If I trust you, I can let you do anything" 15 ended up winning &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_85" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IPO&lt;/span&gt;... although I still feel disappointed, congrats 15!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class hasn't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_86" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; started and we are still playing around and having workshops and games. We do have an upcoming test on Chemistry though... sadness to the max... oh well... I should try to study harder because just like Mr Boy said, "It's hard to get into the VIP, harder to stay and even harder to do well" Since I spent so much effort to get in, I don't want to just settle for mediocre... But then again, everyone wants to do well but it's only those who want it enough who will get it. How much do I want to do well? Well, I don't really know and guess until I do, I just have to keep trying to push myself although I usually fail at that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah getting real sleepy now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_87" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cheryline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*PS: Everyone in class is nice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8955241692993476134-5584958463149137743?l=memory-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/5584958463149137743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/2010/01/hehe-due-to-popular-demand-i-sound.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8955241692993476134/posts/default/5584958463149137743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8955241692993476134/posts/default/5584958463149137743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/2010/01/hehe-due-to-popular-demand-i-sound.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hEIBi5vDQGo/SQUazE0LCNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/20FyyJJ7twg/S220/Forever_Friends_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8955241692993476134.post-6470352480033891938</id><published>2009-12-01T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T01:26:31.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cheryline was out with her class, 10v14, for their first class gathering. Sadly, she was late in meeting her classmates and this caused her to be laughed at for the whole day... Oh man... what a poor, innocent girl xD Those people, how can they do that to her? Tsk tsk tsk, so terrible. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after she met a portion of her classmates, specifically 3 of them, they went on to the supermarket to buy food for the picnic. Food such as, chips, drinks, ice-cream, canned tuna and bread. Buwahaha, I realised that almost every single item listed had to undergo a certain... erh... rather disgusting ritual xD Okay, I shall reveal to all the other... erh... I don't know how many people... on what happened to your food xD Firstly for the drinks, erh they, well specifically I, had gone to... OMG. Forget it... you'll all kill me after you people realise what we, yes it's a "we", did... Wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay, forget about the food. Anyways, it is down your system and about to leave it. Right? Yes, of course I'm right. Anyways, we went on to bicycle riding where I got to ride my first tandem bike =D Wahahaha, and I didnt knock into anyone or anything xD Man, I was sooo sure that I was going to. Oh well, but credit certainly does not go to me... Haha, it goes to my partner, Benjamin, who managed to ride the bike eventhough there was this crazy person behind him screaming and cursing her lungs out. T.T Oh well... I REALLY didn't mean to do that. REALLY. I was just really frightened... Because he seemed to be really rash and I totally didn't know how I would react or what I would do if I fell. Yes, I was gripping onto the handlebar SO tightly that my palms started to get wet 5 mins after we began riding... Wahahaha, oh well, I really thought that halfway down the ride, Benjamin would like stop the bike and start screaming at me to stop screaming... Wahahaha, apparently he didn't! xD Amazing. Seriously, I think I would have done that if the person behind me kept screaming... Yes, so I say that Benjamin is really a rather good cyclist =D And when someone like me says this, you people should believe it because I won't say something like that unless I meant it =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, after cycling... we went to the bowling alley... where I didn't bowl xD Wahahaha. I decided that it was best to sit back and watch the others battle it out xD Wahaha, so many shots went down the gutter. But overall, I'll say that most of them were quite decent if not good =D Wahaha, and then there was Rayson. OMG, he was super classic. xD He looked at the scoreboard and said, "Hey, I'm improving!" when the score was being added up. Oh well, I guess I wouldn't have fared much better had I been the one bowling. xD It's okay Rayson! You'll get better xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erh... oh, just realised that no one takes the same bus as me from school... Man... it's such a sad thing. T.T Oh well, I guess it's good in a way that I won't have to keep anyone company... But... oh well... I really feel so tempted to walk home... but that'll mean that I'll have to buy 5 sets of uniform or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man... I have like one LONG LONG LONG list of things to do, but... I haven't started on a single thing... DEAD. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Edit: For a more detailed and hilarious recount, feel free to look at Francis' blog xD Because he obviously doesn't have a goldfish memory like me. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8955241692993476134-6470352480033891938?l=memory-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/6470352480033891938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/2009/12/cheryline-was-out-with-her-class-10v14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8955241692993476134/posts/default/6470352480033891938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8955241692993476134/posts/default/6470352480033891938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/2009/12/cheryline-was-out-with-her-class-10v14.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hEIBi5vDQGo/SQUazE0LCNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/20FyyJJ7twg/S220/Forever_Friends_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8955241692993476134.post-4660883605734635383</id><published>2009-11-27T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T19:56:30.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday... was the day where I didn't use the computer for more than 3 hours since... God knows when &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;... I know, I have to stop sticking to my small screen and go and look at the the world (cliche). But seriously... the computer is WAY more fun &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wahaha&lt;/span&gt;!!! (I don't know why I am laughing...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so enough crap. Left home around noon to Victoria Concert Hall for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Edvox&lt;/span&gt; Concert. Yeah... somewhat my last choir performance... Yeah... although it wasn't like the other choir concerts where we would have to keep practicing and keep getting scolded like shit. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bleh&lt;/span&gt; I don't know why the sudden burst of annoyance. Probably because a certain someone made me angry. Yes if you think the person is you, it is. So feel guilty NOW!!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bleh&lt;/span&gt;... I'm not that serious... well... quite serious but... don't go and commit suicide or anything because it is illegal in Singapore. So if you don't die you would have broken the law. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wahaha&lt;/span&gt;. But all that is not important because, I just got my way. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wahahaha&lt;/span&gt;. 100 shots okay? I'll be counting. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;... I realised that I have quite &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of debts to collect from 10v14 people even before I see them. [For example, gummy bears, 2 1/2 doughnuts, 100 shots and if I am not wrong a lunch] &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Whahaha&lt;/span&gt;, I'll never be hungry again &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Opps&lt;/span&gt;... I just realised that I sidetracked... Anyways the concert. I kinda only went for the last 2 rehearsals... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;... and I learnt the lyrics like... in the morning? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bleh&lt;/span&gt; but I still managed to get it into my head okay &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; Yep. Anyways, I saw this REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY (x100) cute little girl. Like REALLY cute. I don't know how to describe... and I shan't upload the pictures because the shots in my phone are rather terribly taken. I do hope that the shots her Mummy took are better =D Although I doubt I'll ever get to see them. Man... she was real cute and she stuck to me throughout man &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; And she kept asking me to go to her house during our 3 hours break &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; Man, she is like the little sister that I never got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, for those of you who hate High School Musical, try listening to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;orchestra&lt;/span&gt; version. It is REALLY REALLY nice. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; I mean it sounds really grand... much better than the life band I say. Yea... anyways, standing at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VCH&lt;/span&gt; and looking at the whole audience... I seemed to have found the kind of feeling on stage. I can't really describe how it feels like and I doubt I can point the specific moment when I feel... I don't know what feeling it is. But... you feel really good. Yes, and I found it there. It didn't last very long... perhaps 5 seconds? But it was enough... And I guess it is quite sad to know that I probably won't feel this way ever again? Man... oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea... okay I need to stop now... just don't feel like writing anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8955241692993476134-4660883605734635383?l=memory-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/4660883605734635383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/2009/11/yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8955241692993476134/posts/default/4660883605734635383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8955241692993476134/posts/default/4660883605734635383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/2009/11/yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hEIBi5vDQGo/SQUazE0LCNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/20FyyJJ7twg/S220/Forever_Friends_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8955241692993476134.post-4572598287865400391</id><published>2009-11-25T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T19:56:47.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;... I was forced to change my blog skin because the previous one was just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DESTRYOED&lt;/span&gt;. T.T Heartbreaking... I REALLY liked that one... This one makes all my posts seem extremely long... But oh well, sometimes in life you don't always get what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;... Oh, subject combination selection is out =D And I think everybody got their first choice =D Congrats! (Especially to the music and art students) Yeah, I think there are close to 100 triple geog students this year excluding the China scholars. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; shows how much &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AHS&lt;/span&gt; students wants to be geographers &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; You'll make &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mdm&lt;/span&gt;. Sim proud man! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; but I think Ben Tan will be teaching triple geog so it'll probably be real fun... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;... he's a REALLY nice teacher, why didn't he teach us English this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After subject combination would be... I guess it would be the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VJC&lt;/span&gt; Matriculation Day. Yeah, went with Mom and Dad and bought a portion of the books, which I have not laid a finger on to this day, met some of my classmates and my civics tutor. Oh I think my civics tutor is the prettiest amongst the 5. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, oh well... but she teaches &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Econs&lt;/span&gt; so she won't be teaching us this year. Yep, so yours truly is in class 10v14 which can be or not be a rather sad thing because I don't know anyone there and everyone whom I actually know is somewhere else... Sad case. However, it would also be a good chance to get to know another 25 people. Yeah anyways, most of them seem pretty nice ^^ But the sad thing is due to my short term memory, I cannot really remember how they look like... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bleh&lt;/span&gt;. Oh well, I'll get to see them next Monday. Oh, and I got my uniform&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, got my reading list too... Man the books are SUPER &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cheem&lt;/span&gt;. T.T Don't know how am I going to read 2 of them... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;... Sad life. Yeah... as you people can see, my life has been extremely mundane. Yea... so I don't really know what to update about... Oh, poor me is going to be abducted to Vietnam for 5 days when my evil sister comes back. Man, I don't really want to go... I mean Vietnam seems... I don't know... Filled with culture? Which probably means LOTS of standing in the sun... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I don't know why but my blog posts are getting shorter and shorter by the day... Man... what happened. Got to find something to talk about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8955241692993476134-4572598287865400391?l=memory-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/4572598287865400391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/2009/11/haiz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8955241692993476134/posts/default/4572598287865400391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8955241692993476134/posts/default/4572598287865400391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/2009/11/haiz.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hEIBi5vDQGo/SQUazE0LCNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/20FyyJJ7twg/S220/Forever_Friends_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8955241692993476134.post-1605046812339261773</id><published>2009-11-06T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T19:57:12.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My journey as an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AHS&lt;/span&gt; student has more or less ended with all my responsibilities and duties coming to a stop. I mean it is no longer a &lt;strong&gt;MUST&lt;/strong&gt; to go for choir and I need not do any of the holiday assignments on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Moodle&lt;/span&gt; whatsoever... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bleh&lt;/span&gt;, you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the last 3 days at the class chalet. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt; the time was mostly spent... playing cards and getting bitten by mosquitoes? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, I counted 28 mosquitoes bites in 3 days... Found out that it was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Joven's&lt;/span&gt; birthday yesterday during the failed BBQ. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, the rain and our inability to start a fire caused us to be unable to barbecue close to half of our food resulting in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Xuan&lt;/span&gt; to carry 4kg of chicken wings home. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; Hey but at least he stayed nearby... The teachers all deserted us alone... Seriously I was waiting for them to come and start the fire... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Afterall&lt;/span&gt; all 3 of them, Mr &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yeow&lt;/span&gt;, Miss &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ng&lt;/span&gt; and Miss Tan are all &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;UG&lt;/span&gt; teacher-in-charge so they should be able to start a fire. It was kinda fun when &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cui&lt;/span&gt; Wen came with Evangeline because she got wet. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. We, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Xuan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Qi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ruo&lt;/span&gt; Han, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Xuan&lt;/span&gt; and Yuan &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Teng&lt;/span&gt;, decided to talk/play/crap/squeeze through the night although I just somehow got super sleepy around 6... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; Jane, Andrew and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Xin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yu&lt;/span&gt; were also with us but they were sleeping. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; Andrew does funny things when he sleeps. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that to a certain extent I got to know a lot more people as in actually chat and get to know them a little more? I mean although I can't say that I can chat and go out with everyone in class comfortably, I think that I might be able to say hi should I see them on the streets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir used to be one of the most meaningful and interesting things in school... Especially after we got that Gold with Honours. God I just don't know what went wrong... Is it my small and weak voice, the constant scolding and lectures that we get, the long hours or just my whole attitude towards life that makes choir seem so much like a chore nowadays. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still sleepy... so guess that I'll sign off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cheryline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8955241692993476134-1605046812339261773?l=memory-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/1605046812339261773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-journey-as-ahs-student-has-more-or.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8955241692993476134/posts/default/1605046812339261773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8955241692993476134/posts/default/1605046812339261773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-journey-as-ahs-student-has-more-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hEIBi5vDQGo/SQUazE0LCNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/20FyyJJ7twg/S220/Forever_Friends_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8955241692993476134.post-305335290346194663</id><published>2009-10-28T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T08:58:50.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my gosh. To think that I was still stuck on how to begin my post today. Thank you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Joo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hwee&lt;/span&gt;! Thanks &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;. You totally saved the day =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays the term is REALLY drawing to an end soon and I guess I feel a little lazy to pack up my memories and leave? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bleh&lt;/span&gt; this sucks but what choice am I left with? Given my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;EOYs&lt;/span&gt;, I'll probably end up in some... not-so-fantastic class. But it is as if my thoughts for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VJC&lt;/span&gt; changed drastically over the course of 2 months? The emails which once seemed so warm and friendly now just seem fake and cold when you read them again. God how did this happen?! But I can't do this. I mean 9 other people's hearts were broken just so that I could have the chance to enter &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VJC's&lt;/span&gt; grounds so I should cherish the chance that I have been given. I remember how much I hated those seniors who won't appreciate their place in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VJC&lt;/span&gt;. I just couldn't see how they could be so insanely dumb. But now, I think I get what they mean. I don't really know how to explain the feeling although most of my fellow peers who are also leaving the school seem to not... I don't know. It's not that they are happy to leave the school... as in sure they are pleased to be get into the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IP&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;even though&lt;/span&gt; they'll probably miss many people and stuff but I believe that on the whole they don't feel... lost and stuff? I mean... blah... I suck at explaining myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bleh&lt;/span&gt;, enough talk about my pathetic life. Recently many people have been falling sick and skipping school. Get well soon okay? Don't fall ill, drink lots of water (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;even though&lt;/span&gt; water is &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; tasty), take your vitamins, lots of fruits and vegetables. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; usual stuff... stay healthy so that you'll be able to enjoy your holidays (which would be filled with &lt;em&gt;fun and enriching &lt;/em&gt;assignments to &lt;em&gt;exercise &lt;/em&gt;your brains). =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; another common situation is the subject combination problem. I guess I can understand why so many of you are torn and frustrated about having to make this decision. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;After all&lt;/span&gt;, the thought of not having to choose my subject combination was one of my main motivation to go for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VJC&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bleh&lt;/span&gt; but I must say that I don't really like the way the school brings across the idea that double science is not a bad combination. As in although there is nothing wrong with the idea of taking double science, the message that I get from the school seems to feel like triple science is for people who think that they are too good and can do with just one science. I mean sure taking triple science would mean a large risk for those who fail to do well in their only humans and one should not choose to go into a triple science class just because they want to seem smarter and stuff. I mean I guess that what the school wants us to do is to choose something that we are interested in. I suppose that this is a good move by the school to show the advantages of the double science classes but I believe that this move also cause several students who are actually interested in triple science to back out and change their minds because they are frightened that they might not be able to ace in that area and cause their O' level results to be affected thus affecting their future and stuff. So personally the way I see it, choose something that will not kill you to learn for the next 2 years at least. Seriously, you'll be left with nothing but that 8 subjects and P.E 5 days a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bleh&lt;/span&gt;... I can't think of anything that I want from my parents. I mean I only have 2 things on my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wish list&lt;/span&gt; which would be a new laptop and a camera... Windows 7 is out... which means that it would be utterly dumb for me to get a new laptop when they'll only contain Vista. But if I don't get it now... when WILL I get it? And then there is the Nikon &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Coolpix&lt;/span&gt; S70 camera. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; it looks really good. Practically like a duplicate of my dream camera but my &lt;em&gt;oh-so-fantastic &lt;/em&gt;sister said no. And she made my Dad say no too... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bleh&lt;/span&gt; irritant. I'll box her one day. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I am sleepy and I did my good deed for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8955241692993476134-305335290346194663?l=memory-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/305335290346194663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-my-gosh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8955241692993476134/posts/default/305335290346194663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8955241692993476134/posts/default/305335290346194663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-my-gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hEIBi5vDQGo/SQUazE0LCNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/20FyyJJ7twg/S220/Forever_Friends_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8955241692993476134.post-7207065055547488456</id><published>2009-10-22T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T07:28:27.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;45 Questions To Really Get To Know Someone&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Apple juice or orange juice?&lt;br /&gt;Orange =D You get orange pulp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are you a morning or night person?&lt;br /&gt;Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Which do you prefer, sweet or salty foods?&lt;br /&gt;Salty I guess... Though I really love my sweets. It's just that sweet prawn noodles? Doesn't sound yummy to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What was your favorite childhood television program?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt; that would be... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Teletubbies&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, don't laugh... I just always got jealous when they ate their cookies... They made the cookie look so yummy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are you a collector of anything?&lt;br /&gt;Junk? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you could be any animal, what would you be?&lt;br /&gt;I think I prefer being a human but if I HAD to choose I guess that it would be a polar bear? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; I don't know why, the answer just came to me 5 seconds ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you could have any superpower, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;I will want to be able to read your mind like a book =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is usually your first thought when you wake up?&lt;br /&gt;Can I have just 5 more minutes? Pretty Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What do you usually think about right before falling asleep?&lt;br /&gt;I think of... whatever I have troubling me and try to come with a solution?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What's your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;Violet, followed by white and then red and black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What's your favorite animal?&lt;br /&gt;I prefer humans... I don't know... but I just don't like anything that likes to lick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you believe in extraterrestrials or life on other planets?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, sure. That's why I want to be an astronaut. Joking. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;... Nope, not really... But then again I can't really be bothered so I guess if you tell me that they exist, then I'll believe you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you believe in ghosts?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes. No, actually I don't BELIEVE in them, but I get nervous when I am alone and it's dark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ever been addicted to a video/computer game? Which one(s)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Uhhuh&lt;/span&gt;. There is Sims 2 and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;erh&lt;/span&gt; I can't remember &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You're given 1 million dollars, what do you spend it on?&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, 1 million isn't a lot of money. I mean on the average, someone living in Singapore will spend around 3 million dollars in their whole entire life. So with a million I guess I could try going in to stocks so that I'll be able to get my 3 million =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have any bad habits?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, plenty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Which bad habits, if any, drive you crazy?&lt;br /&gt;My blueness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;List 3 of your best personality traits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Erh&lt;/span&gt;... I don't know... But according to YT, I am hyper, helpful and good at poking people. She said it. Not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;List 3 of your worst personality traits:&lt;br /&gt;Once again, this is according to YT. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, she says that I am TOO hyper, TOO crazy and TOO &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cherylineo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;... Don't ask me what it means because I can't find the explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;List 1 thing you wish you could change about yourself:&lt;br /&gt;I want to learn to be contented?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Any tattoos or piercings?&lt;br /&gt;If you count ear piercing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What's the first thing you notice in the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt; how they carry themselves? I don't know how to say it... I guess the word would probably be aura?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What personality traits do you look for in a partner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Erh&lt;/span&gt;... this is hard. I guess he just has to captivating and not too noisy? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt; of course the list is much longer but let's just leave it out :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What personality traits do you dislike in other people?&lt;br /&gt;People who want to say something but end up saying never mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are you mostly a clean or messy person?&lt;br /&gt;Messy... Just take a look at my table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you see yourself getting married in the next 5 years?&lt;br /&gt;No. I better not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live?&lt;br /&gt;Rome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you could visit anywhere in the world, where would you go?&lt;br /&gt;Atlantis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;List 5 goals on your life's to-do list:&lt;br /&gt;Buy a double storey penthouse before I turn 28&lt;br /&gt;Shine in the field that I choose to enter&lt;br /&gt;Travel around the world before I start working&lt;br /&gt;Be happy&lt;br /&gt;Change &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt; life in a good way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Name 1 regret you have:&lt;br /&gt;Not working hard during the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PSLE&lt;/span&gt; although I guess I still enjoyed the time I had in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AHS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Name 1 thing you miss about being a kid:&lt;br /&gt;The right to be helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Name 1 thing you love about being an adult:&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much. But I guess you get more rights. Although sometimes when you have to make certain decisions, you wish that you are just a kid and someone will come and make the choice for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What's your favorite song of the moment?&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Soul - Jesse &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mccartney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What's your favorite song of all time?&lt;br /&gt;My Love Will Get You Home - Christine Glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What's your favorite thing to do on a Saturday night?&lt;br /&gt;Stay home and watch TV while eating steam crab?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What's your favorite thing to do on a Sunday afternoon?&lt;br /&gt;I have tuition... Not my favorite thing to do on a Sunday... But I get to meet Li &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shuan&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have any hidden talents?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, sure lots of them. Just that they hide so well that I don't know what they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What would be your dream job?&lt;br /&gt;One that gives me a great sense of satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Which would you rather have, 100 million dollars or true love?&lt;br /&gt;I guess the 100 million dollars unless the true love has 100 million dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you could have 3 wishes granted, what would they be?&lt;br /&gt;Be Perfect&lt;br /&gt;Be Contented&lt;br /&gt;Help Many Many People&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ever wish you were born the opposite sex? If so, why?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Many many times. For example, after I got my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PSLE&lt;/span&gt; score, I wanted to apply for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ACS&lt;/span&gt;(I) and VS... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ACS&lt;/span&gt;(I) has the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IB&lt;/span&gt;, god so cool! Second time would be when I saw how cool Evan looks in the guys uniform. Seriously, the guys uniform looks REALLY nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Name 1 thing not many people know about you:&lt;br /&gt;I have never been to the Singapore Zoo to date and I just gave up my chance to go with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AHS&lt;/span&gt; because I was too lazy to attend the briefing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you HAD to change your name, what would you change it to?&lt;br /&gt;Huh... why will I HAVE to change my name? I guess anything accept Lucy and Mary should be fine... Note, I said I think so if I left out some weird name it's not my fault. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you believe in the afterlife?&lt;br /&gt;Not really... But I think that something happens after someone dies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On the topic of abortion, how do you feel about cookies?&lt;br /&gt;Eat as much cookies as you want as long as you are ready to face the consequences. Same for abortion have/abort as many babies as you wish as long as you know that you can overcome your conscience and that you'll be able to give your child nothing but the best.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; I was a little bored and decided to do a quiz. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Erh&lt;/span&gt;... it was quite fun but too long for my liking... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt; that's all. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;EOYs&lt;/span&gt; results are back and everything is below expectations especially 2 of the papers but oh well... I didn't work for it. So I guess I had to pay the price. I'll take it as a lesson learnt and thank my lucky stars that I will not have to choose the subject &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;combination&lt;/span&gt;. Seriously, I don't know what would happen if I had to do that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ciao&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8955241692993476134-7207065055547488456?l=memory-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/7207065055547488456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/2009/10/45-questions-to-really-get-to-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8955241692993476134/posts/default/7207065055547488456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8955241692993476134/posts/default/7207065055547488456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/2009/10/45-questions-to-really-get-to-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hEIBi5vDQGo/SQUazE0LCNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/20FyyJJ7twg/S220/Forever_Friends_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8955241692993476134.post-1544089737762856226</id><published>2009-10-16T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T01:19:18.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bleh&lt;/span&gt; I know that this post is long &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;overdue&lt;/span&gt; and my blog probably gathered lots of dust to date. *Blows dust away* So the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;EOYs&lt;/span&gt; are over and soon my days in Anglican High School would be over too... Gee... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt; but but but, instead about lamenting on that fact, I decided to (or at least I intend to) make the best on the time I have left. =D Yes, so together we'll try to appreciate each other for the last few...weeks we have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll probably past in a flash with people skipping school and making use of their parent letter, checking scripts and feeling sore and sour about the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sucky&lt;/span&gt; grades, teachers attempting to pile us up with holiday assignments and syllabus though... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;, just the thought of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I made a little To-Do-List for the last 2 weeks of the school year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn at least 3 new things about everyone in class &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get everyone to sign the autograph book&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take pictures around school (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;heehee&lt;/span&gt;, I realised that I haven't taken a single photo featuring the school to date...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take pictures with everyone (from classmates, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CCA&lt;/span&gt; mates to teachers... so please make life easier for me by taking the shot with me? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be nice and participate in all the get-together events&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, that's about it... I do hope that I will finish the list... Although I know that my laziness will probably stop me from getting many things done...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can already feel the stress that I will be feeling at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VJC&lt;/span&gt;... Someone, one of the guys (probably &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yiliang&lt;/span&gt; because only he'll say something that mean) said that I would die at VJ... But that's probably true... They have 2 tests that we have to do by the 21st... and I obviously, just as I always do, haven't touched it at all... It's supposed to be some kind of personality test or something but anyone who knows me knows that I have split personality...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Should I give a summary of the past week? Yes, I should... So the big event would probably be the English Literature Drama Presentation... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;erh&lt;/span&gt;... once again, a BIG BIG sorry to ALL my group members... I am so sorry... I totally freaked and got all my lines off. So while doing that I stopped and took away many people's lines... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SORRRYY&lt;/span&gt;. And then I guess that I was just too nervous that I just started laughing... I am so sorry... that's what I do when I get nervous... Serious, ask Yuan &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Teng&lt;/span&gt;, she had first-hand experience of it at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJC&lt;/span&gt;... I was just laughing and laughing while waiting to be called in... Oh, I was also feeding her candy. Yes, so a thousand and one apologies for that and I promise that I will try harder during the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Elit&lt;/span&gt; Night. Promise. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So after English Literature was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;EOYs&lt;/span&gt;, lets just skip that part... so what comes after the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;EOYs&lt;/span&gt;? Oh Mini Olympics. Mini Olympics is just a dumb way the school calls Sports Day... Pardon me, but I am so sorry because it just sounds extremely lame to me... I mean its like trying to be something you aren't? That doesn't make something seem cool... it just makes the whole thing seem like some pirated thing. Okay, kill me... I know of some of my peers who actually LIKE Mini Olympics so it is probably some interesting post-exam activity. Anyways, the whole day was quite &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sucky&lt;/span&gt;... I mean it was so boring that I ended up plugging onto my earphones and begin reading in class... Just when I thought, fine, we'll just read the whole day, Mr &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tay&lt;/span&gt; had to come to class and chase us out... T.T Yes, so I got chased out of class and ended up roaming around the stadium. I thought of entering the new stadium because I thought that it would probably be cleaner with better lighting, a more ideal place to do my reading. But I decided otherwise because I realised only the guys would be in there and I would obviously stick out like a sore thumb. So I ended up going to the other stadium which was somewhat interesting since I got to see choir playing their first captain's ball match. 6-1 okay! I was a little shocked because I knew that the other team was a sports team. Yes, they won the table tennis okay. And it wasn't some kind of small win. It was a BIG one. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;although&lt;/span&gt; they ultimately lost a place in the finals... landing on 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; position. But personally the results were somewhat unexpected because they played against rather tough teams... Although I don't know about the other matches because I only stayed to watch their first match before Joey came. Yes, that was when things slowly began to turn down hill.. somewhat... Anyways, certain things happened and I just got irritated. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, but I always do don't I? That's not my fault... Life is such an irritant, it is just like this naughty little kid always ready to pull a fast one on you when you don't notice it... Either ways, I ultimately went to the new stadium because it seemed the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;quietest&lt;/span&gt; there with just some people playing in the courts and the others were more or less in their own little groups. Yes, so I settled myself there and began reading although I swear, that was extremely boring because... I don't know why... perhaps because I just wanted to see it as boring... Until, until, someone had a leg cramp. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, that was somewhat interesting... I know that it is sadistic of me to find interest watching someone in pain. But I don't know how to describe it... The way he reacted... it was just... -.- He started lying on the floor and when the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SJs&lt;/span&gt; came he started screaming... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lols&lt;/span&gt;... Okay mean of me... but at least I didn't laugh out loud. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, before I forgot, the few of us went to Seoul Garden after our Science Paper &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; but that would not have had been possible had we not waited for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cui&lt;/span&gt; Wen for close to 2 hours... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haix&lt;/span&gt;, but we stayed there for about 4 hours. Although I won't say that I felt bloated after the whole meal... But I know that Li Fang's stomach was about to burst. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt; and so the theory that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cui&lt;/span&gt; Wen and I came up with concludes that the more you laugh while you eat, the faster your food will be digested. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;... but 1001 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;unglams&lt;/span&gt; were taken... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yep, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; all... oh, by the way to all of you reading, do you mind leaving me a tag including your blog address so that I can do linking? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt; sorry, but my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;laziness&lt;/span&gt; will not allow me to go and hunt for your blog URLs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ciao&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8955241692993476134-1544089737762856226?l=memory-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/1544089737762856226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/2009/10/bleh-i-know-that-this-post-is-long.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8955241692993476134/posts/default/1544089737762856226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8955241692993476134/posts/default/1544089737762856226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/2009/10/bleh-i-know-that-this-post-is-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hEIBi5vDQGo/SQUazE0LCNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/20FyyJJ7twg/S220/Forever_Friends_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8955241692993476134.post-8991860544112630161</id><published>2009-10-02T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T00:04:30.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cheryline&lt;/span&gt; feels... her vocabulary capacity is too small for her to think of a word that would be able to describe how she feels at this point in time. However, she thinks that the word "lost" would probably give a rough idea on how she feels. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cheryline&lt;/span&gt; realises that Term 4 would end in less then 20 days and so would her time in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AHS&lt;/span&gt;. She should have been elated, happy and just enthusiastic about the whole idea, but somehow, she feels anything but the above. Why is this happening? It shouldn't be happening to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can still remember the first when her Mummy drove her to have a look at a school called Anglican High School. As the car drove past the main gate, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cheryline's&lt;/span&gt; eyes immediately shot to the rusty old gates with paint peeling due to the rain and the sun. She was disgusted, her first though? If you can't even keep your MAIN school gate clean, how are you going to manage all the students? Then it came to the orientation camp or some kind of welcoming day organised by Anglican High whereby many of her peers and their parents happily went to purchase the required school materials after the LONG LONG talk by the principal. Her Mummy and Eldest Sister and suggested that she could go and buy her uniform and perhaps her school books but she looked and her sister and shook her head. Why? Because in her head there was only one though, "Why will I want to buy this crappy uniform and all these silly books when I am trying to go for an appeal?" Yes, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cheryline&lt;/span&gt; had tried to appeal into another school called &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dunman&lt;/span&gt; High only to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; rejection. However, this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;knowledge&lt;/span&gt; was not to come to her yet, so when &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cheryline&lt;/span&gt; was required to fill up the name of her school for her third language class, which she has already quit due to her laziness, she went to ask her Mummy, "Mummy, what do I put in here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point of her life, Anglican High was really SO bad that she totally did not want to have anything with it and this fact did not change. Or perhaps it did change, but this change was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;unknown&lt;/span&gt; to her. So when the opportunity to leave &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AHS&lt;/span&gt; came a few months ago, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cheryline&lt;/span&gt; decided to just go and take a look at the open houses and yes, she fell in love with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VJ's&lt;/span&gt; campus. She feel in love with everything there and she went berserk trying to do anything to get in there. In the end, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cheryline&lt;/span&gt; DID get in there although she faced some problems in the course of her quest and yes, she was euphoric. She started dreaming of all the things she could do in her new school. But now, when she finally realises that the time she has with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AHS&lt;/span&gt; is coming to an end, she can't help but feel heartbroken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cheryline's&lt;/span&gt; close friend, Yuan &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Teng&lt;/span&gt; tries to console her by telling and agreeing with her that they both made the right choice and the two could always come back to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AHS&lt;/span&gt; for class gathering and stuff in future. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cheryline&lt;/span&gt; agrees, but in her heart, she knows that that will not happen because we all change. There is nothing she can do now, but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cheryline&lt;/span&gt; believes that if the choice was once again presented to her, she would still take VJ because &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cheryline&lt;/span&gt; knew that she made everyone at home happy and proud of her by doing that. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cheryline&lt;/span&gt; knows that as much as they tried to tell her that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; would be a great choice to, they would still be happier if she got into VJ. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cheryline&lt;/span&gt; realises that it has been a long time since her Mummy and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Eldest&lt;/span&gt; Sister had something that they could take out and proudly tell their friends that their daughter/&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;youngest&lt;/span&gt; sister had achieved something. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cheryline&lt;/span&gt; wants to apologise for that because she knows that the two really love her and have high expectations of her, especially her Eldest Sister. But even still, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cheryline&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, my recent &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tagbord&lt;/span&gt; has been filled with 3 tags of people complaining that my posts are rather wordy. Who are they? Well you have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Joo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hwee&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Liang&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zhen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ying&lt;/span&gt;. Take note that their names are all in alphabetical order and had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Joo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hwee's&lt;/span&gt; name started with a "X", they would have been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;XYZ&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; yes lame line... But &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cheryline&lt;/span&gt; will say that she probably will not shorten any of her post even though it takes more effort to type such long posts. Why? Firstly, please remember that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cheryline's&lt;/span&gt; blog is linked to the class blog and so should she start bad-mouthing teachers and they being to blog hunt, they might see her blog and find ways to punish her. However, when the silly "educators for the leaders of tomorrow" see such long post, they would not take the time to read it and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cheryline&lt;/span&gt; would be saved from their clutches. Secondly, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cheryline's&lt;/span&gt; thoughts in her blog are her most serious and purest thoughts and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_45" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cheryline&lt;/span&gt; might be a little frightened to let people whom she is not close to read her thoughts. Therefore the long and wordy post would require much human patience and she believes that it is probably only the ones who are close enough who would go and invest the time and energy to go and read these post. Therefore, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_46" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cheryline&lt;/span&gt; believes that her post would probably remain this long because they work as a cover for her and makes her  feel safe. Anyways, its not as if she were blogging for a living and would require a certain amount of hits each month to earn a living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep! So today's post was long and I want to sleep now... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_47" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Geez&lt;/span&gt;... but its time for math tuition...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_48" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Adieu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8955241692993476134-8991860544112630161?l=memory-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/8991860544112630161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/2009/10/cheryline-feels.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8955241692993476134/posts/default/8991860544112630161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8955241692993476134/posts/default/8991860544112630161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/2009/10/cheryline-feels.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hEIBi5vDQGo/SQUazE0LCNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/20FyyJJ7twg/S220/Forever_Friends_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8955241692993476134.post-2201954226690857270</id><published>2009-09-29T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T07:18:45.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm it has once again come to THAT time of the year when everyone is gearing up for examinations, everyone but me... Haiz... sometimes I am just amazed on how I can just play around and pass each day without thinking of the consequences and time that I waste... Amazing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, either ways, eventhough it IS the exam period, there is more to school then just preparing for exams. The day started out with reading period and D&amp;amp;T. I spent reading period doing Trigonometry... but the test still proved as an obstacle... Haiz... depressing. D&amp;amp;T... oh D&amp;amp;T was the most fun this year... because my product is a failure and cannot be used... So I decided to use acrylic and just come up with something that looks better then my sponges. Yes, so I got to cut acrylic... eventhough it was just a tiny bit... but it was still great fun. I mean I haven't touched the machine for more then a year and it was probably going to be the last time that I will get to touch it. Yep so I had some fun. Then, it was time for polishing which was tramatic because the acrylic kept showing lines and stuff regardless of how many times I tried to take scrape them away... Yes, finally after some advice from the guys, I decided to go and sand the acrylic... You see, I thought that the high speed of the sand machine would create so much friction with my acrylic and cause it to melt. Therefore I was unwilling to sand it... Finally however, when I finally DID sand it, I realised that it really helped! Yes... then I had to do polishing AGAIN with the metal polish... Haiz. But then, out of the 4 sides, 2 sides were not done by me but by my other classmates. Heehee, so I had it rather easy... FINALLY, I had to polish the sides until they were shiny. Both Lee Qing and my acrylic both flew off... Sad case... But at least it wasn't ruined... So that's good =D I was starting out with engraving when class ended... Hmmm perhaps I should go to the workshop one of these days. But knowing me... will I be diligent and hardworking enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was not that intersting unless you want to know about how I failed my math test... Nah... it is too heartbreaking for me to talk about. Yep, after school was english literature... started off rather small because many of the girl's had to go to the workshop... The leads are getting more and more used to their roles eventhough they are still rather shy. But at least now they'll say the lines. As for me, I am in trouble... I don't sound like Miss Nisrin. And whats worse? I can't to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hurry~&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;thing... Haiz... I don't know why Chun Han thought that I got it that time... Yep... But overall I like the whole Drama thing, I know that many of you will think that I am crazy but I think that this is the first project in AHS where I got to work with so many people whom I would probably not speak to if I didn't have to do this project. Yes, I am not a very friendly person... Unless you sit near me... Because I can't stand it if I am feeling lonely... Ironic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, halfway through english literature, I was forced to go to the hall to rehearse the AYG theme song thing for the MOE people. The soloist was there... Cool... I don't know how to describe her voice. It is just... VERY VERY strong. Until today, less then 3 months before I take singing away from my life, I still do not know what is it that the singers have that makes their voice so... I don't know... so good. Haiz. I guess I won't ever know since I don't intend to join Victoria Choral... I say that the whole rehearsal was quite crappy because I was too stiff and standing in the center... So the soloist's vocal instructur started looking at me... Which was a bad idea because I tend to get nervous and shy when people do that... Haiz. We had to repeat the whole thing MANY MANY MANY MANY times... From going upstage to clapping to moving... I tell you if you know what she wants, you will faint... But you know what's the cool thing? We are going to the studio to do a recording. OMG! &gt;.&lt; That's SO cool. I mean how many people get to go to a studio to do recordings? Oh man... totally looking forward to that idea... Although I think that it would probably be tiring and not like the professional studios but at least I would have stepped into a studio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I won't ask any of you to add oil here because I don't know... OH, I know why. It's because I don't think that I am filled with energy so... I can't encourage someone to do something that I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;incapable&lt;/span&gt; of doing. Right? Yes, but either ways, all the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cool no spelling mistakes xD*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8955241692993476134-2201954226690857270?l=memory-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/2201954226690857270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/2009/09/hmmm-it-has-once-again-come-to-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8955241692993476134/posts/default/2201954226690857270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8955241692993476134/posts/default/2201954226690857270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/2009/09/hmmm-it-has-once-again-come-to-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hEIBi5vDQGo/SQUazE0LCNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/20FyyJJ7twg/S220/Forever_Friends_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8955241692993476134.post-8506173423824388286</id><published>2009-09-25T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T08:29:03.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To want something and to need something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems rather simple. For example you need oxygen to survive and you want to get that sundress for the party. But I am still confused. I mean if you look at things this way, then take a step back in life and you realise that you can still survive without so many things -- From that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ipod&lt;/span&gt; to the soft plush toy. However, I don't really think that there is actually a clear line between one's wants and needs. Why? Because assuming that you were to only survive on your needs, then life would be... I don't know... won't we somewhat be like caveman's? I mean the only thing that would matter would probably be on one's survival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does that mean? I say that it means that one leads a life without the slightest hint of dignity. Why? Dignity is not something you &lt;strong&gt;NEED &lt;/strong&gt;to survive. I mean... will you actually die should you lose all dignity in life? Sure you might not feel good and perhaps you might be unhappy but would you suddenly drop dead on the floor? I doubt so... But dignity is important for our sanity... well at least it is to me. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there is happiness. Will you die if you were unhappy? Yes, sure you might get depression and stuff but you wouldn't really die. Your heart would only die mentally and not physically... Okay... sounds weird... but you get me... I  just feel that there is always a gray line between a want and a need...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a rather random thought... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;... but lets just try to link it to today's events. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;... Oh! I know. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heehee&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cui&lt;/span&gt; Wen, this is somewhat directed to you... Once again... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lols&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cui&lt;/span&gt; Wen, when I took 6-7 slices of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pomelo&lt;/span&gt;, I did it based on a want of my mind. But that is not to say that I didn't need the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pomelo&lt;/span&gt;... Let me think of why I actually need them... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;, Oh I got it! I need the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pomelo&lt;/span&gt; because I was rather bored throughout the whole event... and stuffing food into my mouth seemed to be a rather interesting thing to do. Just imagine how the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pomelo&lt;/span&gt; would be digested! Not that I did that because however random I am, I didn't really memorize the facts well so I can't say much &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, so whatever it is, I was eating the pomelo not only because I wanted to but perhaps also because I felt the need to? Okay... I am totally lying... I ate the pomelo because I had nothing to do and my mouth was itchy... Well not really itchy but I just didn't want to sit still so... yes, eating is fun... Grah you people are mean! Depriving me of my food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay another random account featuring Tan Li Fang and Me! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after we had our lanterns today, we were about to walk around when I finished my first slice of pomelo and so I decided to go and get another since we were probably going to walk for sometime. Anyways, when I told Li Fang that her reaction was, "Huh? Cheryline, why do you keep eating? Can you stop eating? Stop eating!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course most of us knew what happened in the end... Heehee but Li Fang said that I should go and get two incase I finished mine too early... and yes, I did just that. It's not my fault she instigated me! -points finger- Heehee... yep, as I said it was random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all that I will be willing to share for today! xD I feel sleepy... something that is somewhat rare... Okay I think that it is time to sleep... Skipping spelling check so don't mind me... My eyelids are really closing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8955241692993476134-8506173423824388286?l=memory-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/8506173423824388286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-want-something-and-to-need-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8955241692993476134/posts/default/8506173423824388286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8955241692993476134/posts/default/8506173423824388286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-want-something-and-to-need-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hEIBi5vDQGo/SQUazE0LCNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/20FyyJJ7twg/S220/Forever_Friends_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8955241692993476134.post-186677801209265213</id><published>2009-09-18T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T06:24:13.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;... I seem to have great difficulty starting this post... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt; does that mean that I am uncomfortable with discussing my emotions? Perhaps... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heehee&lt;/span&gt; okay but that's only because this post seems to be somewhat directed to a certain someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who &lt;strong&gt;IS &lt;/strong&gt;that person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay she is a girl.&lt;br /&gt;She is a certain someone of Anglican High School Class 2C'09.&lt;br /&gt;She is someone who hasn't grown for a long time. (It's true!)&lt;br /&gt;She likes to sing even though she doesn't do it well.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, does that sound like me? No, it's not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine , I shall just cut the chase. The certain someone is Ms Tan. No, not Ms Esther Tan. It is Ms Tan &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cui&lt;/span&gt; Wen. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heehee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cui&lt;/span&gt; Wen, are you shocked? That I would dedicate a whole post to you? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lols&lt;/span&gt; just imagine &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cui&lt;/span&gt; Wen and her super shocked face &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hellos &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cui&lt;/span&gt; Wen! *waves*&lt;br /&gt;I bet that she would just wave back and think that I am some sort of crazy fool... but underneath that cover, we all know that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cui&lt;/span&gt; Wen is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;better &lt;/em&gt;than me! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lols&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OKay&lt;/span&gt; but seriously, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cui&lt;/span&gt; Wen was really nice throughout even though she &lt;strong&gt;did &lt;/strong&gt;lose her temper at me when I couldn't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cme&lt;/span&gt; to a decision... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heehee&lt;/span&gt;... But yes she was one of the few and if I am not wrong, first person who told me to wait for VJ. It was as if, or perhaps she could really understand how I felt towards the whole issue... But she might &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;realy&lt;/span&gt; understand since I told her about the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DHS&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AHS&lt;/span&gt; thing... I remember that when I first applied for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IP&lt;/span&gt;, somewhere before or after the application tests, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cui&lt;/span&gt; Wen was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sceaming&lt;/span&gt; (in her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cui&lt;/span&gt; Wen-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; scream), whining, groaning and when &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TA's&lt;/span&gt; results were out, she began stating 1001 reasons why &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AHS&lt;/span&gt; was a good choice. And of course, yours truly began telling her on the 1002 things that were bad things about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AHS&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heehee&lt;/span&gt; that she gave the, &lt;em&gt;oh-my-god-I-give-up&lt;/em&gt; look and say that she would pack herself with me to VJ/&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heehee&lt;/span&gt;... I know that that sounds lame and Li Fang would probably look at the both at us and give us her infamous &lt;em&gt;are-you-crazy &lt;/em&gt;look but I was really somewhat touched and I don't know... perhaps it is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cui&lt;/span&gt; Wen's slack and crazy attitude which makes me feel very comfortable talking to her. Yes, this will be one of the few things and people I will miss. Slacking around, singing dumb songs and just having empty chat. The place I will be going, I don't know how the people there will be like. I don't know if I can make it there. But I know that I will &lt;strong&gt;REALLY REALLY &lt;/strong&gt;miss you. Oh my god... its sounds so mushy and cliche... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;heehee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cui&lt;/span&gt; Wen, of course I doubt that I will ever say this in your face ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cui&lt;/span&gt; Wen, if I could pack a backpack and fill it with things to bring from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AHS&lt;/span&gt; to VJ, I would really make you eat some shrinking medicine so that I can stuff you in. It's true... but I can't do that. That's life for us. Filled with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;imperfection&lt;/span&gt; but it is in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; times where we rise above and turn stronger. The earth is rotating, people are changing and I don't know if either you or I will wake up one day and realise that perhaps... things weren't the way we say them. But what I can say at this moment is that I really liked having you as a friend and I hope that this will continue for as long as possible. Lets cherish our times together &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yar&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8955241692993476134-186677801209265213?l=memory-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/186677801209265213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/2009/09/hmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8955241692993476134/posts/default/186677801209265213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8955241692993476134/posts/default/186677801209265213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/2009/09/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hEIBi5vDQGo/SQUazE0LCNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/20FyyJJ7twg/S220/Forever_Friends_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8955241692993476134.post-7164145716066505553</id><published>2009-09-16T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T05:55:05.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OOOOMMMGGGG&lt;/span&gt; Blogger is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BACKKK&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heehee&lt;/span&gt; life loves me once again =D Life, I love you too!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heehee&lt;/span&gt; okay okay, I realised that SO many things have happened recently but I haven't had the time to post about it... Actually I shouldn't be using the computer... but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;heehee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so after the past few &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; posts, I shall share a really happy... somewhat... post today =D Okay &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;erm&lt;/span&gt; assuming that you read my draggy posts, it shows hat you like me enough so that means that we are probably buddies and since we are you might know that I got in! I got my Ben &amp;amp;Jerry! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heehee&lt;/span&gt;... who knows what my Ben&amp;amp;Jerry is? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lols&lt;/span&gt;! But yes yes, let me recount right from the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, the first day of Term 4, somewhat scary since I didn't do all my homework and I knew that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VJ's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wait list&lt;/span&gt; will start releasing its results. Additionally, I had that silly headache that had been with me since Saturday afternoon... it is still here though... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;. Anyways, I went to eat Black Board with Mom and Dad after school... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;even though&lt;/span&gt; Dad wanted to eat rice... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wahahaha&lt;/span&gt; but once again guess who won? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heehee&lt;/span&gt;. Anyways, after lunch and dessert we went home although Dad left after dropping Mum and I. My head was starting to kill &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt; so I decided to sleep. Yep, so after a long and sweet dream I woke up and took a bath... And then, while I was drying my hair, the silly me too my phone and then I saw a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SMS&lt;/span&gt; starting with "I am glad to inform you..." Yes, so I thought that it might have been Angeline since she helped did duty that day when we were supposed to do it together... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heehee&lt;/span&gt; so I thought that she was replying to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SMS&lt;/span&gt; I sent her. Yep, even though I know that Angeline won't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SMS&lt;/span&gt; that way, I didn't know who else it could have been... Yes, so I dumbly opened the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SMS&lt;/span&gt; and it was followed with "inform you that we are offering you a place in the Victoria Integrated Programme. Please reply if you would like to take the place." I totally started screaming. But I wasn't totally on seven heaven because I had already accepted &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ's&lt;/span&gt; offer and according to the paper, I was not allowed to back out on my decision so I was frightened but either ways, its &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VJC&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep so taking that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SMS&lt;/span&gt;, I dashed to the living room screaming for my Mom all the way. I think that she probably thought that a monster wanted to gobble me up. Yes so when she knew about the place, I forgot what her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;initial&lt;/span&gt; reaction was, because all I thought of was TA and what would I do if I couldn't get out of it. As selfish and mean person, I replied the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SMS&lt;/span&gt; with a 'Yes!'. It's really mean of me right? To accept a place and deprive someone of the place when I might not even be able to go in. But I was worried, I was worried that if the Dean knew that I took &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TA's&lt;/span&gt; offer, he might just go down the list and "poof" goes my chance as quickly as it appeared. Soon after however, the Dean replied my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SMS&lt;/span&gt; with a, "I hope you have not accepted &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TA's&lt;/span&gt; offer though" Then I freaked. I didn't reply him... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt; what a rude girl. I didn't want to lie but at the same time, I was too frightened that he might just take away that chance of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, so that day/evening, after having a chat with some of my friends (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cui&lt;/span&gt; Wen, Wen &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Xin&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Yuan &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Teng&lt;/span&gt;), I decided that I would go to TA on Tuesday to try to get out of it. The initial plan was for Purple Pineapple and Mummy to go in the morning since Mrs &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lim&lt;/span&gt;, one of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VPs&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt;, was her ex-teacher so if we looked for her, she would probably be... nicer and warmer? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heehee&lt;/span&gt;... But I didn't like the idea of not being there. I mean... I don't know it is scary... perhaps to a certain extent I didn't trust Mummy and Purple Pineapple enough? But also, I wanted to be there. I mean, I think that I would not be able to accept it if I heard that I will have to stay in TA from Mummy. I mean that's second-hand news to my life? I didn't like the idea. However, Purple Pineapple HAS to work and so it has to be in the morning. After much persuasion, I managed to ask Mummy to let me tag along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to sleep on Monday night... which was a failure, firstly because I was super worried and secondly because I slept in the afternoon... T.T Yep, so I tossed and turned in bed till about 2+ in the morning? Perhaps... because I was still awake at 1.30+... Yes finally, after great effort, I slept for 4 sad hours. I practically shot out of bed when Janet came to call me at 6.45am... Serious... But I stayed in bed because Purple Pineapple needs at least 30 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; in the toilet and she was only halfway through... Yep, anyways, we left for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; and throughout the whole car journey, Mummy kept saying, "You better not be too happy. I don't think &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; will let you go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, so I was really scared... and then finally when we arrived at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJC&lt;/span&gt;, we had to wait at the general office as the dean wasn't there. This was good, because I am scared of the dean... She seems fierce. And either ways, I wanted to look for the VP since she &lt;em&gt;might, &lt;/em&gt;just might give Purple Pineapple and Mummy some face? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heehee&lt;/span&gt;. Yep, anyways, Mrs &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lim&lt;/span&gt; was really friendly and I think she might have been a little shocked to see me since it was a school day... But either ways, she led us into her meeting room whereby Mummy started to recount the whole VJ/&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_45" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_46" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IP&lt;/span&gt; thing, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_47" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; not forgetting to include that I was crying when she made &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_48" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;me submit&lt;/span&gt; the TA form... Yes, I was crying... have a problem? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_49" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heehee&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_50" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lim&lt;/span&gt; was really &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_51" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;understanding&lt;/span&gt; though... She was smiling throughout and filled with, 'Okays' and 'I see'. Yep, finally she turned and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_52" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aske&lt;/span&gt; me why I didn't like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_53" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt;, or liked VJ better... Whatever, something to mean why I wanted to back out... So I tried to come up with all my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_54" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;rehearsed&lt;/span&gt; answers but I started sobbing again... I am weak man... No I wasn't sobbing because I didn't know what to say or anything. I was sobbing because I was frightened on what she might say. I was frightened that my answer would not satisfy her. I was frightened of what she would say because, just one word, she just has to say one word, and the fate of the next 4 years of my education would have been decided. Yes. I forgot much of what happened later... But Mrs &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_55" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lim&lt;/span&gt; was still really nice as I tried to say why I wanted to go to VJ without &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_56" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;making&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_57" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; sound bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, she was still really sweet and told be to just keep &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_58" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TA's&lt;/span&gt; form for now until I sent in my agreement to VJ just in case something crops up at VJ and also to give me time to re-think my decision. Anyways, after the whole thing, Mummy drove me to school and obviously I was late... Duh... Yup... so I had to get down and stuff... Mrs &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_59" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chua&lt;/span&gt; (aka &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_60" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cai&lt;/span&gt; Lao &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_61" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shi&lt;/span&gt;) looked really stern and freaky so I got a little frightened... But Mummy came down with me... yep... so I somewhat had a shield &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_62" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_63" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; she talked to the teachers and although my name wasn't recorded since I had a reason, I had to run... T.T Actually I could have obviously not do the run at all and no one will be able to do anything to me... But I decided, its an experience! The first and last time I will be punished for being late at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_64" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AHS&lt;/span&gt;. Furthermore, I was so happy that I got my Ben&amp;amp;Jerry so the run was somewhat fun! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_65" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heehee&lt;/span&gt; but as usual I had no stamina and towards the end, I thought I would die... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_66" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;... anyways, after that, I went back to class and met with Ms Tan who said something like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_67" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cheryline&lt;/span&gt;, you are late right?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes"&lt;br /&gt;"What time did you reach?"&lt;br /&gt;"7 plus going 8??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she turned to the class and said something like, "Class are you all working too hard nowadays? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_68" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wanling&lt;/span&gt; was nearly late for the past 2 days and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_69" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cheryline&lt;/span&gt; only reached school today around 8."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_70" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heehee&lt;/span&gt;... I didn't clarify or explain the situation to her because honestly, I didn't see the need... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_71" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heehee&lt;/span&gt; and I was so high... feeling slightly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_72" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; would be fine &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_73" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; As I walked to my seat I was practically dancing and sending all sorts of signals to YT. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_74" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; I think the people there might have thought that I was crazy since I was just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_75" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;punished&lt;/span&gt; for being late but smiling like there was no tomorrow... The rest of the day was pale in comparison. There is so much more I want to share but I really got to go and study for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_76" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; test now... Will blog again on Friday? Try to... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_77" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;heehee&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adieu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8955241692993476134-7164145716066505553?l=memory-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/7164145716066505553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/2009/09/oooommmgggg-blogger-is-backkk-heehee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8955241692993476134/posts/default/7164145716066505553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8955241692993476134/posts/default/7164145716066505553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/2009/09/oooommmgggg-blogger-is-backkk-heehee.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hEIBi5vDQGo/SQUazE0LCNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/20FyyJJ7twg/S220/Forever_Friends_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8955241692993476134.post-2710627530012469470</id><published>2009-09-04T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T06:32:50.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, so I should &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; use this time to do a little post on what has been going on recently. I mean its just been... less then a week but so much has happened. So whatever... actually its not that much if you aren't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cheryline&lt;/span&gt;. But either ways, if you are actually reading this, you probably want me to start talking about it... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lets start with Wednesday, I went to school knowing that I wasn't feeling well. How? Number One, my throat was killing although I sounded fine to most people... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;, Wednesday was kinda dumb... Somewhat... I'll tell you if you promise not to laugh at me... Promise? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pinky&lt;/span&gt; Promise? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; you better not laugh or I'll probably strangle you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so the thing is that I lost one of my metal buttons... Don't asked me how or why because I don't know either! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AHS&lt;/span&gt;, you need to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;make&lt;/span&gt; better buttons. Anyways, I found out about it quite early... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;erm&lt;/span&gt;... it should have been the second or third period if I am not wrong. Anyways, yes, after &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yee&lt;/span&gt; Kay asked, I realised that my button was missing. So I was totally cursing... Yes, and obviously all the normal people whom I know do not bring extra buttons to school, I could not do anything but hope that no one would notice. Yes... but unfortunately, a number of you still noticed it and I had to bear &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; it until Math when Wan Ling had to tell me about my button AGAIN... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grah&lt;/span&gt; I was totally about to go crazy. However, she called me again, I was about to cry out 'Oh god, save me!" when she produced a button. Cool! Just like a fairy godmother. Maybe it wasn't so magical but whatever it is, my button came back to me. But no. The adventures of the button wasn't going to end so quickly and easily. Why? Because the person who found my button, was not Wan Ling but the person sitting behind her. Yes. Stop laughing. Whatever, anyways, so I had to find a way &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;to put&lt;/span&gt; the button back without listening to the commotion behind me. Which proved to be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;an impossible&lt;/span&gt; task. Yes. So while I was trying to get them &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;to stop&lt;/span&gt; saying the word 'button', more and more odd statements started &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;to come&lt;/span&gt; out! Like someone said "The button flew up?" Or something like that... and then &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yee&lt;/span&gt; Kay went "You lost ANOTHER button? That's the second one!" Pardon me if my memory failed to narrate everything accurately but it is something like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, at least that's the end of the whole button incident. So after the button incident, I went for my piano lesson. However, I went to get a queue number before heading there... Just when I thought that the day was going to end and nothing more could happen, my phone started to vibrate rapidly in my pocket. I thought of just ignoring it and getting on with class since I was playing "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mozzie&lt;/span&gt;" at that time and it would probably cover the vibration. Alas, the constant vibration was taking away my concentration and I knew that I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; burst out laughing if I didn't pick up the phone soon. Thus, I had to excuse myself out of the room to pick out the call. Yes, it was my mom insisting that I had to leave class NOW, yes that instant as the clinic would be closing soon and the doctor wanted to go home. NO, how was I going to tell my teacher that? I mean AWKWARD with a capital 'A'. But Mummy wasn't going to take that. I knew it. So, I had to ask Teacher to let me off... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;... to think that I got the chance to use my favourite piano in the whole center... I barely got to touch it for 5 minutes! Anyways, so dragging a slightly irritated feet, I went to the clinic. When I arrived, I was just hoping to get over and done with the doctor ASAP so that I could just go home. You think that I would probably get what I wanted? No. He wasn't going to let me have it so easy. The moment I stepped into the room, he just went, "So what's your problem?" I just stared at him for a while and back at my mom. Yes, I was waiting for my mom to help me answer that question I mean... that's what I usually do... So just as my mom began talking, he just cut in to her speech and said something like, "If she doesn't want to cooperate then we'll just end this session." I was somewhat dumbstruck at that. I mean how should I say... he sounded totally rude and obnoxious. I mean... okay most of you will probably find that I was spoilt and stuff... I admit... I can just be a little, teeny, weeny, spoilt but still, as a doctor, I just didn't like his attitude. So I didn't bother answering him... Hey but it was also because of my throat... It WAS really painful... However, had I really wanted to answer him, I would have found a way to make that possible. Yes, so he continued to ask me a few questions whereby I firstly didn't want to answer but my brain would still continue to persuade my heart to heart to answer them. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BUTBUTBUT&lt;/span&gt;, I don't know, it was either fate or just some spooky outside force &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I was about to open my mouth to answer his stupid questions, he would just give me one of his, "If she doesn't want to do this then we shall end it now" crap. Yes... so that's how the whole consultation went. Was I really that terrible? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, I don't know... its just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;... nah.. I shan't say that. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heehee&lt;/span&gt;... but I managed to forgive him. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heehee&lt;/span&gt;... wait do I have the right to forgive him? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;... but still, I don't detest him anymore because I am practising mercy so as to get mercy. Yep... does that sound familiar? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; that's from CD. Yep yep. So with that, my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; ended. Finally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;erh&lt;/span&gt;... oh &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thursday&lt;/span&gt; was kinda boring... spent most of the day sleeping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was the day &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VJ's&lt;/span&gt; results were released. Oh yes... I kinda expected a rejection though I was hoping for some kind of miracle. And well, I guess I somewhat got one... Just... not that ideal... I mean I am now torn between waiting for VJ or just taking &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ's&lt;/span&gt; offer. I know that most people will probably ask me to just go ahead and take &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ's&lt;/span&gt; offer since &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; is a good school and stuff. But... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; was never ever my ultimate goal. I mean sure, getting accepted by them was indeed something that I was especially happy about but it's not what I wanted most. I mean assuming that VJ rejected me, I guess I would probably find it much easier to go to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; but now, when I know that VJ might, just might take me in, I don't know if I will be able to take it. I don't know if I will be able to go to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; with a thankful heart. I doubt so... and I know that if that happens, I will probably not be able to do my best and work hard. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;... I am stuck in such a terrible position now... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cheryline&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Toh&lt;/span&gt;, shame on you! Of all things you freaked out at the interview stage. How could you! What the crap were you doing? Were you sleeping or what... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;... I don't know what to say to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8955241692993476134-2710627530012469470?l=memory-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/2710627530012469470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/2009/09/okay-so-i-should-proably-use-this-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8955241692993476134/posts/default/2710627530012469470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8955241692993476134/posts/default/2710627530012469470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/2009/09/okay-so-i-should-proably-use-this-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hEIBi5vDQGo/SQUazE0LCNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/20FyyJJ7twg/S220/Forever_Friends_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8955241692993476134.post-5220085938239151472</id><published>2009-08-31T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T06:31:50.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't ask me why, because I don't know why either. But I just started searching on inspirational people today... Perhaps it was because I didn't have anything better to do or perhaps I was just looking for some inspiration. Whatever it is, I did and so here I am with some thoughts that just came to my mind. So who is that inspirational person? Well, I believe that most of us have either seen if not heard of him if you are a student from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AHS&lt;/span&gt; since a video on him was being played during one of our CD lessons. Do you know who he is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Nick &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Vujicic&lt;/span&gt;, the guy without any limbs. Does he sound familiar? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;... I don't know... I would say that personally after watching that video, I might have been a little inspired, I would have remembered him but I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; to me that never again has he entered my thoughts after that lesson... Its not that I for got about him, its just that I didn't think of him. But &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; not the main point today. Yes, Nick (allow me to call him Nick... Typing his full name sure is tiring...) is someone inspirational, but is he happy? As in he may be happy but is he contented? I mean though I am not a 101% sure, I doubt &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tht&lt;/span&gt; nick would actually tie the knot. Okay, I am prepared to have rotten eggs thrown at me... But am I wrong to say that? As in how many people would be comfortable around him. Yes, his friends and family would, but isn't that somewhat different? I don't know, perhaps I am wrong... But &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haiz&lt;/span&gt;... I just found it somewhat... ironic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I don't know what I have been talking about so its fantastic if you do and normal if you don't... but either ways, I would say that Nick is still someone &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;inspirational&lt;/span&gt; because he has the courage to live life. I would say that he is not afraid of how the world views him. This is something that most of us probably would not have the courage to do but still, I would not know if he is really successful... I mean perhaps he say life in another light, perhaps he made the best of what he had, perhaps he understood life better then most of us but would he give up his limbs for all of this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, my brain is going nuts. Its not coordinating with my hands properly... Its as if the thoughts change &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every second&lt;/span&gt; and my fingers struggle to keep up but then ultimately it is still defeated and then when the brain is required to repeat the sentence, it forgets and so it makes something up and then all my thoughts turn to become scattered papers during a strong wind -- All in a mess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever... I think this is happening because I haven't had a proper meal since morning... But I did eat... I ate an egg and 2 cream &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;crackers&lt;/span&gt;... Something like that... I would have taken the Amos has the Purple Pineapple not scurried out to hide 'her' cookies... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt; wait till I hunt them down and finish them =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets end off with something inspirational okay? Let me hunt for a nice quote =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Fear imprisons, faith liberates; fear paralyzes, faith empowers; fear disheartens, faith encourages; fear sickens, faith heals; fear makes useless, faith makes serviceable."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Harry Emerson &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fosdick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me why I picked this... it just sounded... inspirational... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8955241692993476134-5220085938239151472?l=memory-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/5220085938239151472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/2009/08/dont-ask-me-why-because-i-dont-know-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8955241692993476134/posts/default/5220085938239151472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8955241692993476134/posts/default/5220085938239151472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/2009/08/dont-ask-me-why-because-i-dont-know-why.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hEIBi5vDQGo/SQUazE0LCNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/20FyyJJ7twg/S220/Forever_Friends_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8955241692993476134.post-7773547747296747399</id><published>2009-08-30T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T06:30:41.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All plans for today was cancelled because I just didn't feel like going out. I knew that by going out, I would only get more depressed so why waste the money and time when I can do so much more? Well not really &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; more... but at least I won't spoil &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; mood. Saw quite a few people today and they all had good news from ***. Made me feel kinda upset since... I guess it kinds of say something... But at the same time I was also a little disappointed at myself, not only because *** did not send me a reply but also because I realised that I didn't congratulate them. Its not so much forgetting but I guess that even if I had remembered I would not be able to do so willingly. Its kinda disgusting &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yar&lt;/span&gt;? Not feeling happy for your friends just because you didn't get what you want... i don't know why I turned out this way. I no longer like the me I see now because she is just this mean, selfish brat who cares about no one else except herself. She is terrible and I am so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; of her. I hate myself now so feel free to hate me... Because perhaps if we all hate me, the evil me will finally leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am kinda waiting for my rejection from ***. I feel super pissed because I mean if you are going to reject me please just tell me. I am a really foolish girl, if you don't give me a straight answer, I will really believe that I stand a chance so please, just tell me. You need to give me time to prepare myself to face the world again. You can't let me mope around like this helpless, stupid pig. Oh god... once again thoughts of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;absurd&lt;/span&gt; possibility that I might even stand a chance entered my stupid little brain. I told you that it is stupid so just have mercy and let me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;... the evil and selfish girl just started rattling off again... See, it's because you people didn't scare her off... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;... I don't know what to say or do now. I don't know what to think or write now. I don't know what to be or do now. And I don't know what to believe or trust now. I don't know anything and I don't want to know anything. I just want to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, just got all crazy and panicky when mail from *** came in. See? I told you... if you don't tell me no, I will really believe. Now I'll have to hold my heart for a few more days before... before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever... I don't know what to post and I don't want to post anything else... I feel like making my blog private... The things I post here are just... not what I thought my blog would be filled with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cheryline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8955241692993476134-7773547747296747399?l=memory-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/7773547747296747399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/2009/08/all-plans-for-today-was-cancelled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8955241692993476134/posts/default/7773547747296747399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8955241692993476134/posts/default/7773547747296747399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/2009/08/all-plans-for-today-was-cancelled.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hEIBi5vDQGo/SQUazE0LCNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/20FyyJJ7twg/S220/Forever_Friends_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8955241692993476134.post-2880728374318598819</id><published>2009-08-28T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T06:30:08.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, forget whatever I said in the last post because I realised that it sounded totally weird and I am already... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;erh&lt;/span&gt; 'unique' enough &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahah&lt;/span&gt;! Whatever. But either ways, I am feeling kinda nervous about tomorrow. I mean many things are going to happen tomorrow so I guess my mood would be like a roller &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;coaster&lt;/span&gt;. I don't really like that. Because that just shows that you are not under control and losing control isn't something that a control freak likes. But then again, I guess there wouldn't be much to worry about since results would probably only come out so soon for the better ones. Like the ones they think that they would definitely want next year... As much as I wish, I believe that I am not in that list... Kinda pathetic &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yar&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt; whatever. I suppose I should actually try to think that it is possible or it might not happen at all. But what if... what if you get your hopes up too high, what is going to happen when you realise that it is something out of your reach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; whatever... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cheryline&lt;/span&gt;, stop coming up with so many weird theories. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; I wanted to talk about my week but I am really... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;erm&lt;/span&gt;... not in the mood to recount at this point in time? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;... perhaps tomorrow. Who knows?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8955241692993476134-2880728374318598819?l=memory-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/2880728374318598819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/2009/08/okay-forget-whatever-i-said-in-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8955241692993476134/posts/default/2880728374318598819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8955241692993476134/posts/default/2880728374318598819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/2009/08/okay-forget-whatever-i-said-in-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hEIBi5vDQGo/SQUazE0LCNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/20FyyJJ7twg/S220/Forever_Friends_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8955241692993476134.post-2833013163024859887</id><published>2009-08-20T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T06:28:55.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Suddenly realised today while looking at my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt; list that I couldn't find someone whom I would feel absolutely comfortable sharing all my deepest and darkest fears with. No, it's not that I have no friends. I hope... I mean I would like to think of all of you who leave me tags as my friends because when I know that there are people on earth like me who are simply to lazy to re-navigate to another page just to leave a tag. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;... but still, I cannot help but feel uncomfortable at the thought of sharing all my thoughts with you. It's not that I can't trust you. It's just... I cannot help but feel worried on how you might judge me should you realise... I don't know how to continue the sentence. I mean... I don't know how to say all this crap but I am not someone who is great with dealing with problems especially when they concern me and only me. Because... it is after all my problem, my life and my decision. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, I hoped that I lost most of you because just like what I said, I would feel a little frightened if you knew all my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I just couldn't help sighing throughout the whole day especially when I am alone, allowing memories and thoughts to keep replaying in that useless brain of mine. I hate it. I just hate the feeling that comes when I thoughts in my head start to replay and I can't help but think of how I could have handled that situation in a better way. It always happens. Even in normal days when I just do simple things like talk to someone. It sucks. I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.... Evangeline's mummy came to Mrs. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lai's&lt;/span&gt; today. =D So there will be a high chance that she might be going to Mrs. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lai's&lt;/span&gt; too =D &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yipee&lt;/span&gt;! Someone to keep me company... Oh, and to wake me up whenever I fall asleep &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lols&lt;/span&gt;! Even though we might not even be going at the same time slot but it's still cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heehee&lt;/span&gt;, forget what I said at the beginning because you will probably kill yourself while doing that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8955241692993476134-2833013163024859887?l=memory-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/2833013163024859887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/2009/08/suddenly-realised-today-while-looking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8955241692993476134/posts/default/2833013163024859887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8955241692993476134/posts/default/2833013163024859887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/2009/08/suddenly-realised-today-while-looking.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hEIBi5vDQGo/SQUazE0LCNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/20FyyJJ7twg/S220/Forever_Friends_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8955241692993476134.post-8050482946245930958</id><published>2009-08-16T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T06:28:21.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blogger is STILL being such a jerk... Just makes me feel more upset then I wanted to feel... Crappy... Whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either ways, just wanted to talk about yesterday... Should have posted while the feelings were still 'fresh'... But yesterday was one of the few days where I could totally not touch the computer so I didn't want to break that trend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, woke up in the morning (as in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;) and had crushed chocolate cookies... As for why the cookies were crushed, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt; lets just say that something bad happened to them. Anyways, I, being such a nice girl went to school at 8+ in the morning for choir practice. Mind you, 8+ which means that I had to wake up by 8 or face paying a fine... Okay, I know that many others have to wake up even earlier but... I am lazy... So 8 in the morning for me is considered an achievement. Then after some crappy practice, okay hate me for saying that but... I WAS kinda &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haf&lt;/span&gt; asleep... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Toh&lt;/span&gt; came. And then, he went, "We will be doing auditions today." And I was like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, I said those exact words. Hey, what was I supposed to do... I was sounding rough that morning probably due to the cookies &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; And yes, it was one of the normal days where I didn't drink 3 cups of water straight in the morning which would &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; cause a headache and bloated stomach. Yes, yes, I am quite anti-H2O. Which is why my bottle is normally filled to the brim... Kinda a waste of space for me to bring it though... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Anyways&lt;/span&gt;, he said that he wanted to start with the Sec Ones, so I being such an innocent little girl took him for real and heaved a sigh of relieve before leaving the music room with my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SLs&lt;/span&gt; for sectionals. After a rather... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;... it was kinda &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fn&lt;/span&gt; but boring at the same time sectionals, we went back in the music room. And guess what? He began auditions. So I was thinking, cool. I'll get to see some fun. All seemed well when he called the first name. Although a Sec 3, Fan Fan was a China Scholar which meant that she joined at the same time as the Sec Ones. So I thought okay, go on. Then, I got a freaking scare when he went on to call my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt;... So I knew, crap crap crap, I am a dead pineapple. Either ways, I still hoped that he would just audition all the Sec 3s first instead of going by sections. But no. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Toh&lt;/span&gt; wasn't going to do that. He went on to the Sec 2s. And guess what? Yes, it was me he called. "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cheryline&lt;/span&gt;" And yes, I silently cursed. Cursed who? Him, the cookies, and of course, yours truly. Whatever it was, I sounded like an Alto... T.T My notes were so freaking mid-range and I just didn't sound high at all... So much for an airhead. Whatever it was, I knew that I was screwed... I think I freaked him out a little to because he was like, "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Whao&lt;/span&gt;, you sound like an alto..." And I was just mentally thinking, "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Toh&lt;/span&gt;... I know that... so just shut will you?" Of course, these words are never to be heard by him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever it was, I totally tuned out after my turn. I knew that I was a goner. It was just how bad. Would it be a Sop 2 or an alto. I didn't know, didn't want to know and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't need&lt;/span&gt; to know. But all the while, I was preparing myself. Telling the me inside that I didn't give a damn where I will land up in because we are all vital parts of the choir. But I know that it won't work. I am a Sop, been one all these while. What am I going to do in a new section? That would be like telling a fisherman that his skills have gone rusty and all he can and should do would be do remove the scales off the fishes. I am not saying that the Altos are less important or anything. They mean a lot to the choir. I know that. Its just... I don't really know how to explain it but I think that if you know what I am feeling, then you do. If you don't then perhaps you shouldn't know &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;... anyways, when he started reading out the names, I knew that I was a goner. To a large extent, this was similar to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SYF&lt;/span&gt; auditions. Those who don't know what I am talking about, I rather not share it with you... Whatever it is, he finally called me. So the me who was preparing herself silently said, whatever it is, you will bite the bullet &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cheryline&lt;/span&gt;. You will overcome this. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;... whatever, I shan't recount the whole thing. But whatever it is, I am now a Sop 2... Kinda glad... But I am apparently turning in to an alto... In the making...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. It's all the cookies fault. Okay, I shall be honest. It isn't. I mean, I knew that my range was dropping. I could feel it. From the more and more frequent cracks to the more and more silent notes and frequent breathes taken. It was just something that I refused to admit. Something that I didn't want to. I supposed that I looked kinda glad to still remain in Sop and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;in fact&lt;/span&gt;, I am. But looking at the many juniors enter Sop 1, I just couldn't help but feel a little envious. I don't know whats going to happen. I don't know if I will one day be an alto. And I know that a certain part of me wants to run away, away from choir, away from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AHS&lt;/span&gt;, to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt;, to VJ where I know that this can't happen unless I join the choir. But I can't do that. I shouldn't. That would be the act of a coward. I am better off then that. I can do better then that. An audition will not kill me. It cannot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt; whatever... kinda crappy post... I hate not having spell check because I am too lazy to re-read the post. And I am kinda &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sucky&lt;/span&gt; typist... So &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;forgive&lt;/span&gt; any errors. I might proof read it when blogger stops being such a jerk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8955241692993476134-8050482946245930958?l=memory-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/8050482946245930958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/2009/08/blogger-is-still-being-such-jerk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8955241692993476134/posts/default/8050482946245930958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8955241692993476134/posts/default/8050482946245930958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/2009/08/blogger-is-still-being-such-jerk.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hEIBi5vDQGo/SQUazE0LCNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/20FyyJJ7twg/S220/Forever_Friends_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8955241692993476134.post-6616701334283975248</id><published>2009-08-14T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T06:27:19.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate blogging this way... When blogger goes all cranky because I lose all control from how my words appear, the many errors that start to appear and when I am feeling moody... But somehow, those 2 crazy girls have been pushing me to blog... So yes, I am supposed to blog about my 'exciting' life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is well... a little to complex for me to comprehend. It's like this small television that is playing a movie and you, are trying to view it through a blurred glass. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;... sounding &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; again, wait, scratch that... I haven't really been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I... just felt empty all of the sudden... nah, I shan't tell you people about my emptiness because it's my life. So they are my problems, problems that I will ultimately have to face and overcome myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;... spent the whole PE period skipping with Evan, Wei Ling, Chloe and Joey (it rhymes!) Actually, Joey didn't really skip... she was just playing with my phone and taking videos... So you can say that she was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;exercising&lt;/span&gt; her fingers... Skipping was fun... But it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; made me realise how glasses can affect someone... Don't get it? Try skipping with your glasses and feel them slowly sliding down your &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nose bridge&lt;/span&gt; before dropping on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacked with Evan and Li Fang during recess instead of doing math worksheet... Mr &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Neo&lt;/span&gt; obviously knows that I am not a model student. But it's alright... I think he realised that a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for choir... Got the music room. One of the rare times... Did a choir feedback survey. Felt quite honest while filling the whole thing. Actually not really... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;... can't say much right... Just in case someone reads and tells choir about it... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt; J/K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I got the class picture today... I look kinda weird in all the shots... But I bought one either ways because someone told me too. Memories apparently... Something that I will regret if I didn't do... So... I just got one. The good thing about class pictures is that you have one page to collect all kinds of signatures from people. Which was fun... to a certain extent. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heehee&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; because I was telling everyone who was signing not to write lame stuff like, "All the best". Its not really lame because best wishes from your peers are really important but... the thing is that I wanted to see the messages a few years later and still remember some of the things we did together... You get me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever... I posted enough for today. Lots of errors because I am too lazy to check and blogger took spell check away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8955241692993476134-6616701334283975248?l=memory-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/6616701334283975248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-hate-blogging-this-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8955241692993476134/posts/default/6616701334283975248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8955241692993476134/posts/default/6616701334283975248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-hate-blogging-this-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hEIBi5vDQGo/SQUazE0LCNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/20FyyJJ7twg/S220/Forever_Friends_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8955241692993476134.post-7259002227309278370</id><published>2009-08-09T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T23:20:45.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hmmm... let me think on what to blog about... okay I know! I should try to... save the sanity of my tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets begin by listing a few common grounds. So, I decided that we should probably state the definition of the following words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like:&lt;br /&gt;When used as a verb like generally refers to a fondness for something or someone.&lt;br /&gt;Like can be used to express a feeling of attraction between two people, weaker than love and distinct from it in important ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Crush:&lt;br /&gt;Temporary love of an adolescent &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yes, now that we have the above, I believe that we can start our topic for today. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"I do not like/have a crush on him" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Proof? Okay lets start with crush. Erh... I do not love him? Okay kinda crappy statement but it is true... So if you want to say, how to I know that I do not love him? Thats because this, is the definition of love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Love is any of a number of emotions and experiences related to a &lt;strong&gt;sense of strong affection&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;attachment&lt;/strong&gt;. The word love can refer to a variety of different feelings, states, and attitudes, ranging from generic pleasure to intense interpersonal attraction. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;See, I obviously have no strong sense of affection for him lest attachment... So that totally takes crush away from the list. So Joey, I cannot be having a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DEEP crush &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;on him, right? Tata! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Next we will tackle like. Like is so much easier to explain since we have already got the definition of love. There is nothing in him to be fond about so I am not fond about him. I see nothing attractive within him hence there is no attraction. Tata, like is going down the drain too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And just to eliminate all oyher objections and/or arguments, I hate him. How do I know? Because this is the definition of hate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hatred (or hate) is a word that describes the intense feelings of dislike. It can be used in a wide variety of contexts, from hatred of inanimate objects or animals, to hatred of other people, entire groups of people, or people in general. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I dislike him for insulting my friends. I dislike him for him foul use of language. I dislike him for his rudeness. So, we can now conclude that I hate him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;With all the above, all good men will agree with me that I do not like or have a crush on him. Instead, it is obvious that I have within me is a strong sense of hatred towards him. With this, I would like to end my argument and I hope that one and all will see the strong sense of dislike I have towards him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Gosh... I think that I have too much time... Posting this kinda stuff... that only a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;certain&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;group of you will understand. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8955241692993476134-7259002227309278370?l=memory-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/7259002227309278370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/2009/08/hmmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8955241692993476134/posts/default/7259002227309278370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8955241692993476134/posts/default/7259002227309278370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/2009/08/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hEIBi5vDQGo/SQUazE0LCNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/20FyyJJ7twg/S220/Forever_Friends_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8955241692993476134.post-2002398203999916722</id><published>2009-08-08T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T00:18:55.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An Eraser's Confession&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am a big eraser.&lt;br /&gt;And, I will use may magical ability to erase.&lt;br /&gt;Taking away all your sadness,&lt;br /&gt;troubles,&lt;br /&gt;worries,&lt;br /&gt;problems and heartaches away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away from you,&lt;br /&gt;away from all the things that you care for.&lt;br /&gt;But so what? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that mean that you will remain problem free forever?&lt;br /&gt;No. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For regardless how powerful I may be,&lt;br /&gt;the marks and heartaches left behind,&lt;br /&gt;by the strong and hurtful pencil,&lt;br /&gt;will stay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still I will try,&lt;br /&gt;try to take away all your troubles and pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just,&lt;br /&gt;what if,&lt;br /&gt;what if one day,&lt;br /&gt;I am hurt me and injured unable to help you anymore? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will you still remember me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or will I just be an insignificant object,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unworthy of your sight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know why I just wrote that... perhaps I don't know... Effects of Canon In D? I don't know... But the song's REALLY fantastic. Perhaps you don't like it, but I do. Because I think that the song is unique in the way where it can appear in both a wedding and a funeral. Of course I can &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dissect&lt;/span&gt; all the different elements of the song, but I have got to rush for tuition now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8955241692993476134-2002398203999916722?l=memory-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/2002398203999916722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/2009/08/erasers-confession-i-am-big-eraser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8955241692993476134/posts/default/2002398203999916722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8955241692993476134/posts/default/2002398203999916722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/2009/08/erasers-confession-i-am-big-eraser.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hEIBi5vDQGo/SQUazE0LCNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/20FyyJJ7twg/S220/Forever_Friends_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8955241692993476134.post-2642920162977933899</id><published>2009-08-05T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T20:04:15.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Emo&lt;/span&gt; - Means to be emotionally &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sensitive&lt;/span&gt;. However, the word generally denotes a feeling of sadness, rather than joy: if you're overly happy, you aren't necessarily "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;." But if you're very, very sad and often indulge in self-pity, hating your life, depressive behavior, then you're "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;erh&lt;/span&gt;... crappy introduction, I should get to the main point which is that too many people are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;turning&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you, the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; freaks should know what I am talking about! I don't really think that I should comment on them because perhaps life really sucks for them. But I am sure that everyone else around them also has their own problems. Right? I don't know if this is turning into &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;some sort&lt;/span&gt; of lecture. I hope that it isn't because I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;obviously&lt;/span&gt; have absolutely no right to be lecturing ANY of you people since I do have times when I turn &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;obviously&lt;/span&gt; makes me want to turn to another subject. Are our teens today getting too complicated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say yes. I believe that it is quite an obvious fact. The things they know and say sometimes never fail to amaze their elders (And most of the time, these AMAZING things they say or do scares them more then surprises them). But that doesn't mean that our parents or the other generations before us had life really good. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;In fact&lt;/span&gt;, I think that their life might have been even worse. However, they knew and did something that we did not. They knew that it was useless to wallow in self pity and so they tried to do their best to overcome all the crap they face. I know I kinda have no right to say this since I often complain and stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, but I am sidetracking... Anyways the main point of this whole point was to tell myself that even if the people around me face certain problems and turn &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; and I might not be in the best of moods either, I must always always keep a big bright smile. Because 笑一笑没什么大不了 says Cyndi Wang from Smiling Pasta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, all of you out there who are fighting wars and problems of your own, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cheryline&lt;/span&gt; wants to tell you, "Keep Fighting and Never give up. Because sometimes, you might just be one step away to a better place or future. =D"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8955241692993476134-2642920162977933899?l=memory-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/2642920162977933899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/2009/08/emo-means-to-be-emotionally-sensitive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8955241692993476134/posts/default/2642920162977933899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8955241692993476134/posts/default/2642920162977933899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/2009/08/emo-means-to-be-emotionally-sensitive.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hEIBi5vDQGo/SQUazE0LCNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/20FyyJJ7twg/S220/Forever_Friends_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8955241692993476134.post-3319935314871603295</id><published>2009-08-03T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T20:04:28.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I saw a duck today. A dead one. Without its feathers. Well that's not really true since Janet will propably have to pick its feathers... But either ways, it is still going to be a duck that will appear on the dinner table tonight. Okay that was ultra random but then I was just trying to think of something to post.... Hmmm so what has been going on in life recently? Erm I would say IP applications? I think that I am getting desperate... To a certain extent, I know that I don't want to be rejected but&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I don't know if it is because my ego can't take it or because I really want it. Either ways, I believe that I would still want a chance because this is like the first thing in 14 years that I actually wanted because of my academics. Honestly, I think that I rather enter and then see for myself. Should I regret then, then at least I knew that I had a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever... What's the use of saying all this now when nothings been decided yet... Whatever...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8955241692993476134-3319935314871603295?l=memory-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/3319935314871603295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-saw-duck-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8955241692993476134/posts/default/3319935314871603295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8955241692993476134/posts/default/3319935314871603295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memory-factory.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-saw-duck-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hEIBi5vDQGo/SQUazE0LCNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/20FyyJJ7twg/S220/Forever_Friends_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
