<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220</id><updated>2011-05-02T12:34:19.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-3371024427065845174</id><published>2007-05-28T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T20:21:43.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monotony</title><content type='html'>Haiz.. I just noticed why i used to blog. Probably it's because i read other people's blog and wanna kinda express my views, opinions or perhaps i just want people to know how much of a failure i am. i'm directing my negativity into this blog.&lt;br /&gt;I've recently read a few blogs, well actually two blogs and i already have very negative thoughts. Firstly, i asked myself, how come other people can write so much and have such interesting lives and yet if my life were to be a movie, ratings would probably be -100000/5. This is EXACTLY what i do EVERYDAY: go to school, stone, come back eat, rush homework, watch anime, sleep. OTHER then these i only have tennis and piano period. In fact, the most "interesting"thing i do everyday is listen to other people talk, i know i'm too quiet, but then i really don't wanna cut into other people talking, i might appear too rude.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, friends, can someone give me a definition? I'm quite sure my close friends are not as close as i think they are. During choir you see people talking together me? i sit next to two sec 4s who talk to each other. about books, about sec4 people about 'O's. It's dang frustrating, i TRY to cut but to no avail. sometimes i get to sit next to shimin then we can talk to each other, but because of tone-colour i get to sit to 2 sec4s is my voice really that low???it's surprising how i could manage soprano 1 in primary school.&lt;br /&gt;Enough of my negativity,hope you people have interesting and fulfilling lives!&lt;br /&gt;Signing out,&lt;br /&gt;watashi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-3371024427065845174?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3371024427065845174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=3371024427065845174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/3371024427065845174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/3371024427065845174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/05/monotony.html' title='Monotony'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-117587373853056556</id><published>2007-04-06T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T00:08:52.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOG'S GONNA BE DEAD</title><content type='html'>I'm planning to stop blogging until i feel like it again...&lt;br /&gt;Until then here's one more post to just help me express how i feel towards stuff nowadays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been very confused nowadays, schoolwork wise and friendship wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schoolwork wise’s because my grades are slipping drastically. Math’s still the best that’s my ONLY consolation but all other subs are dropping. Lit from A1 to B4, Science from A1 to A2 and Chinese to B4. These are gonna affect me greatly for overalls. I hope that OM is counted. We’ll definitely score very high. Haiz… everybody tells me that I’m good but if I don’t live up to my own standards what good am I? I failed the campus superstar competition FIRST round auditions and have recently heard that some people in choir don’t deserve to make it. Then what does that make me? What am I then? Have all the compliments about singing been just a big fat lie? My math is slipping as well. My speed is halved though my accuracy is still fine. I really feel very losery these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship wise’s because I don’t really get to talk to the SY people anymore. They seem to be so caught up with school work. Because of school work and stuff we have to meet during recess and after school, not allowing us to have time to talk. Occasionally we do talk, but most of the time, we don’t get to, only before choir but that fact alone makes me feel like just another choir friend to them, those that you’ll just talk to when you actually meet them. TMM on the other hand is really falling apart, what happened to “no we will no be separated, our friendship will still remain strong”? I used to be happy just watching them go for recess together having laughs, talking about sensitive topics but now because of class work because of occasional stuff that cannot be changed, most of the things are falling apart. I’m glad that we have OM to keep it that way rather than the situation going worse. Though it may seem like a super big chore sometimes but we do spend time together keeping us together, but now it seems to tear us apart. I just don’t understand why things HAVE to change I can’t cope with these things. People around me now are so different from me, shopping everyday, talking about boys, acting bimbo, I feel like an alien in this class. Though when it comes to class spirit I feel very proud of my class but sometimes I really wonder, do I really belong here? Or am I just some nerd coming to the coolest class in the world? I hope things will change for the better, whenever I look towards the negative things will turn out for the worst, explains my negativity. Even though we are in different classes can we remain friends? Can things NOT come to an end? Can we stay together for many years to come? I think we’re all swaying to the ‘no’ side for all questions…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing Out,&lt;br /&gt;ME&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-117587373853056556?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/117587373853056556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=117587373853056556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/117587373853056556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/117587373853056556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/04/blogs-gonna-be-dead.html' title='BLOG&apos;S GONNA BE DEAD'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-117102368627008758</id><published>2007-02-09T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T20:21:26.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Useless</title><content type='html'>Hello! Thanks for tagging i know my blog's dead, now me trying to revive it...&lt;br /&gt;Ok today's a very tough day, i had choir SYF audis and swimming test. So after school, i had to run for auditions and be the FIRST one to audition!!! It was so scary, we had to stand in front of the three teachers and a piano and then we had to sing in front of them, in a corner, ALONE... it was super scary and i think i heard that people started crying.&lt;br /&gt;Some of my friend's auditions didn't go very well and they were very sad about it, now i know how people feel when they can't help me when i'm SUPER depressed. I felt kinda useless and I really wish i could do something but there was absolutely nothing i could do! But then i really worry about getting in or not though, even though i don't show it but really, no one can stay calm in this kind of situations. And when i get super hyper, i lose control of my emotions... This morning i was so nervous that even my partner seemed more optimistic than me... Haiz... i really hope that i get in, or i'd totally feel like a loser.&lt;br /&gt;Swimming test wasn't that bad...&lt;br /&gt;OH! I'M TURNING 14 THIS SUNDAY!!!YAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ok that's about it, oh and since this is the first post i have this year, i'd just like to say that though i didn't go to 2SY this year, i'm really happy. Cause' CO rocks!!!! WHOO!!!! I hope we wim the chinese new year deco thing... My classmates are always high but that didn't really bother me though. Except for the fact that, they bully Mr Lau, cause' his new and what if he go and tell the discipline mistress how? Haiz... nvm all in all 2CO ROCKS!!!&lt;br /&gt;GO 2CO!!! WHOO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out...&lt;br /&gt;ME&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-117102368627008758?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/117102368627008758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=117102368627008758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/117102368627008758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/117102368627008758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/02/useless.html' title='Useless'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-116662759947030683</id><published>2006-12-20T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T23:15:58.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phillipine Idol</title><content type='html'>Check This Out!!&lt;br /&gt;The Phillipines has their own idol and this is the song our choir sang for end of year!&lt;br /&gt;Oh and despite it being tough to listen because of my background music please do listen to them then you'll be able to see how singapore idols standard is...&lt;br /&gt;Signing Out&lt;br /&gt;me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_XYqWZ7u5m0" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-116662759947030683?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116662759947030683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=116662759947030683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/116662759947030683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/116662759947030683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/12/phillipine-idol.html' title='Phillipine Idol'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-116626057789181034</id><published>2006-12-16T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T17:16:17.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Blogthings</title><content type='html'>Hello! Crunchyroll is down so i decided to take some blogthing quizzies! check'em out ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out,&lt;br /&gt;watashi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-116626057789181034?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116626057789181034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=116626057789181034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/116626057789181034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/116626057789181034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/12/more-blogthings.html' title='More Blogthings'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-116601746627000821</id><published>2006-12-13T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T21:46:15.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos on display are what i found from google</title><content type='html'>Hio! Please take note that the photo thingy at the bottom of the page is what i have found from google!  Just in case i get sued for this i'm making it clear... I used photobucket!! I am NOT claiming it as my own pics and photos so... no reason to sue me!!&lt;br /&gt;OH and this skin is obviously taken from blogskin.com...&lt;br /&gt;Signing out,&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-116601746627000821?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116601746627000821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=116601746627000821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/116601746627000821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/116601746627000821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/12/photos-on-display-are-what-i-found.html' title='Photos on display are what i found from google'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-116548000901756374</id><published>2006-12-07T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T16:26:49.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Animes that i have watched so far</title><content type='html'>Ok nowadays i've been watching ALOT of animes. Let's see i've watched "Full Moon Wo Sagashite", "Fruits Basket", "DNAngel", "Full Metal Alchemist", "Cardcaptor Sakura", "Tsubasa Chronicle", "Ouran High Host Club", "Clamp School Detectives", "Conan, boy detective", i was in the middle of "Ayashi No Ceres" but they took it off youtube so i gave up on it, "Vision of Escaflowne" i think that's about it and my favorite so have will have to be TSUBASA CHRONICLE!!! it rocks and it's so sad you've gotta watch it and i don't think you people care anyway so i guess i'll just stop.&lt;br /&gt;Other than anime i've started to read books it's so amazing i can't believe it myself!! I'm actually reading!!! But i got tired of it after a while and cintinued with anime :) lol nvm anyways..&lt;br /&gt;Signing out for now going back to "Tokyo Mew Mew" aka "TMM" lol an anime that was introduced to me by my cousin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-116548000901756374?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116548000901756374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=116548000901756374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/116548000901756374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/116548000901756374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/12/animes-that-i-have-watched-so-far.html' title='Animes that i have watched so far'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-116514791278127626</id><published>2006-12-03T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T20:11:52.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW SKIN</title><content type='html'>I've got a new blogskin and it's so nice.... Well at least i find it nice...&lt;br /&gt;It's tsubasa themed and not only that, my new blog song is Yume No Tsubasa and is sung by the voices of Sakura and Syaoran!! It's so nice!! their voices are quite ok... So have a look see i had a hard time trying to figure out the photo thing so hope you like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing Out,&lt;br /&gt;Watashi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-116514791278127626?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116514791278127626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=116514791278127626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/116514791278127626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/116514791278127626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-skin.html' title='NEW SKIN'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-116470608513432448</id><published>2006-11-28T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T17:28:05.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anime Fanatic!!!</title><content type='html'>KONICHIWA!!! Haven't blogged for a loooong time!!!! OK so nowadays i've been watching cardcaptor sakura (don't ask why) AND TSUBASA RESERVOIR CHRONICLES which is like the best anime in the world!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following paragraph is a brief summary of the story (Spoiler warning)&lt;br /&gt;Tsubasa which also means wings in jap, is a story about two childhood friends, Syaoran and Sakura, who love each other deeply. One day, when Syaoran was excavating some ruin(cause' his foster father was an archealogist but died...) Sakura suddenly grew wings and almost went inside a wall!!(sounds comical cause my writting skills suck) but luckily Syaoran was able to catch her in time. unfortunately her feathers flew to different worlds and without them Sakura will die!!! (being lame:oh no!) So the priest of clow world sent them to see the dimension witch who has the magical powers to send them to different worlds. When they arrived at the witch's house, the witch asked them for something precious in return for this "magical creature" mokona who is able to take them to different worlds and what Syaoran and Sakura had to sacrifice was their relationship!!!!(So bad right). Syaoran agreed to that in order to save Sakura's life and is determined to find all her feathers even though the memories of him will disappear even if sakura is able to recover them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tragic tale but due to my writting skills this whole show has become a comedy.... Haiz watch this and you'll see : &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FCmVoNcqrzY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FCmVoNcqrzY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz... Looking for someone to take japanese lessons with me for next years december holidays!! if you are interested please call my number which you all should have...  Ai tai!!&lt;br /&gt;Signing Out&lt;br /&gt;Watashi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-116470608513432448?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116470608513432448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=116470608513432448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/116470608513432448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/116470608513432448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/11/anime-fanatic.html' title='Anime Fanatic!!!'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-116269899452196101</id><published>2006-11-05T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T11:56:34.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much? Too Little?</title><content type='html'>Hi! Been a long time since i last blogged. Hols have started and i've been doing nothing but watching Full Metal Alchemist on youtube. The series has a whacked ending but the movie saved the whole thing. IT'S ONE OF THE BEST ANIMES EVER so you've gotta go to youtube and search for it!!!&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm starting on a new anime Ouran High Host Club but it's kinda weird with all it's gay-les relationships and what not so i don't really reccomend it unless you're kinda sick in the mind too...&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, i've done 8 and a half hours of CIP at the Pasir Ris Library but gonna get more so no need to worry about next year le...&lt;br /&gt;So this is what i've been doing since NONE of my SECONDARY SCHOOL FRIENDS have asked me to go out to shop shop, except for TMM but it's kinda short so...., but i've been invited by my primary school friends though wel sorta since aishah came back and left.... Haiz i hope she can stay longer next time really missed her.&lt;br /&gt;So if you wanna invite me out please call my home number which you should know coz there's a class relay. Please call me soon coz i'm bored at home.&lt;br /&gt;Signing Out,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-116269899452196101?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116269899452196101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=116269899452196101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/116269899452196101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/116269899452196101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/11/too-much-too-little.html' title='Too Much? Too Little?'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-116193669944615320</id><published>2006-10-27T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T16:12:40.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Principal</title><content type='html'>Don't forget to read longest post part 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Heng has officially left us and it's so sad... We sang her "I feel pretty","Three Little Maid From School","You Belong To Me" and written and composed by our sec 3 seniors "Our Principal" Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Principal,&lt;br /&gt;The foundation of the school&lt;br /&gt;How you did it, we don't have a clue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exercise book that fell from the sky,&lt;br /&gt;as Ms Heng was passing by,&lt;br /&gt;The cement that came from the call,&lt;br /&gt;now we have a hall, school life is a ball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye's not the end,&lt;br /&gt;We will see you yet again,&lt;br /&gt;Because you are our friend,&lt;br /&gt;Our Principal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends may not meet all the time,&lt;br /&gt;We share memories that will bind,&lt;br /&gt;In gems of history we'll find,&lt;br /&gt;Our Principal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Principal,&lt;br /&gt;Nuturing students that's your flair.&lt;br /&gt;You pour in your love and all your care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we may be to much to bear&lt;br /&gt;and you have grown lots of white hair,&lt;br /&gt;but you still look twenty, i swear!&lt;br /&gt;My Principal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Heng....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice song right? The ever so talented sec 3s wrote it and they rock even though i only talk to one of them... Choir rocks no doubt about it, can be quite tiring and monotonous but fun and exciting nonetheless, just like Ms Heng. We'll miss you Ms Heng!!!&lt;br /&gt;Signing Out (With tears)&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-116193669944615320?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116193669944615320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=116193669944615320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/116193669944615320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/116193669944615320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/our-principal.html' title='Our Principal'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-116193579289375643</id><published>2006-10-27T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T15:57:12.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Longest Post (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>Continued...&lt;br /&gt;So we went for bowling oppsite great world city or something like that and I was whining. Then we went and put on shoes and what not but I mangaed to strike one time!! I couldn't remember but i think i was at the brink of winning but Jing beat me? or in second round I won or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to great world city(?) to have ice-cream and shopping! but they didn't have the touch screen at the arcade sadly... Then we had to take a cab back but there were 5 people and when we asked the driver they all decided to drive away. We then managed to hail a cab and we all squeezed in without telling the driver about it. On the cab we spoke about Mr Ang's stones but the driver didn't seem to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT HAPPENED SOMETIME AGO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My results were bad well not as good as I suspected so no good but other than that i don't think i'll be in SY next year. I really want this class to stay together but it looks like some people would be going...&lt;br /&gt;Talet time was a failure, it was very well done considering the fact that the class didn't bother and also it was last minute. I think the problem is that the class doesn't agree on it and won't speak up about it, they wouldn't give suggestions and the people in charge also didn't listen to the suggestions given. The above words were just comments which you can or can don't listen to...&lt;br /&gt;Well good news:&lt;br /&gt;WE MANAGED TO FOLD 1000 CRANES for Ms Heng as she's leaving. There was so much class spirit you could see everyone folding together no one left behind and everyone actually bothered!&lt;br /&gt;Sigining Out,&lt;br /&gt;ME&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-116193579289375643?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116193579289375643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=116193579289375643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/116193579289375643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/116193579289375643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/longest-post-part-2.html' title='Longest Post (Part 2)'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-116064170682713733</id><published>2006-10-12T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T16:28:26.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Longest Post (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>Hio! long time no blog... Ok so for the two marking days, i spent my time at yani's sleepover. The day started quite ok but then i received an sms from jing rong saying that she is not taking a train with me, hours before we were supposed to meet. So i had to take a cab all by myself...&lt;br /&gt;Then when i reached Yani's place, we watched national geographic (don't ask why) and waited for Val to arrive, when she did, we went for knee-boarding. I forgot to bring sandals so i had to wear my shoes there.... it's ok because you have to remove your shoes before knee-boarding anywayz... So after the person taught us basically what to do, we had to try it and i went last (luckily) and so the cable pulled us into the water and it was practically swimming in salt! Oh and Yani had a caterpillar on her pants and Val got splashed on by a guy.&lt;br /&gt;So then we went back to Yani's place for lunch and we had chicken pie which i tried for the very first time!!! Jocelyn and i had to go for choir practice shortly after that so yah we went...&lt;br /&gt;Choir was fun we learnt the songs for Ms Heng's farewell and the three sec threes were making quite silly moves for us to do on stage... we had to elect people for next years board and then we could go home early!&lt;br /&gt;I went back and we all went to the tennis court for me to watch them play tennis. I was sort of like a "towel girl" taking the tennis balls and throwing them to the person who's going to throw next, I didn't hate it but it was quite tiring. After that yani insisted that we go play basketball and my jaw drop! How can people have so much energy and physical strength to play so much!?&lt;br /&gt;After playing we went back again showered and so on, and then it was dinner time.... They had PASTA!!!!!! *gasp* And i couldn't not stand pasta, cheese and other stuff like that being the picky brat i am but they had this other thing that could cover the taste of the pasta so i ate it all... This is the first time i've ever finished a plate of pasta and not throw up!&lt;br /&gt;Then we had a movie marathon of only 3 movies, i was hoping we could watch 10 but time didn't allow us to do so.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to bed where i slept on the nice comfy floor. They kept talking but then i pretended to sleep and shut up an they followed suit! It was so cold at night despite the fact that the air-con wasn't on. So i went to the toilet to defrost and then got my towel to form a second layer of blanket. Despite it being wet it still managed to keep me warm!&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep and then in the morning i started feeling the pain from all the using of my muscles that day. the next day we actually wanted to go to escape themepark but i was closed so we went bowling instead and i was whining.....again..... But they dragged me in anyways....&lt;br /&gt;To be continued....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHAT HAPPENED TODAY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we got back more then half of our results, i didn't manage to hit some of my targets but it was pretty well done for my standards... I managed to get 3 A1s! and I just can't wait to get back Math, the highest in calss is 96 maybe i'll get 87? or something like that... i hope....&lt;br /&gt;Signing out&lt;br /&gt;ME&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-116064170682713733?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116064170682713733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=116064170682713733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/116064170682713733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/116064170682713733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/longest-post-part-1.html' title='Longest Post (Part 1)'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-115893284272588950</id><published>2006-09-22T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T21:51:46.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conjoined Twins</title><content type='html'>It's been too long since i last blogged because fo finals and all... Haiz Brace yourselves for another emotional post!! Ok, Today there was music and Mrs Goh talked aboutconjoined twins and how their lives were destined when they were born and how they led their lives with taunting and the humiliation by others and i feel that they are normal people like you and it really isn't their fault that they are born this way... Siamese twin are people and should have been treated like so...&lt;br /&gt;Today was quite a nice day, i received my FIRST award medal thingie i dunno how to spell so yah and it's SO SHINY so much shinier than Yani's hahaha!!! Ok other than that my wood painting doorhanger thing got varnished! And its shiny too!!! HAHAHAHHA!!&lt;br /&gt;When i came back home evrything was same old same old until in the night... My mum has been getting headaches quite alot today and i thought it was something minor but that is only what it looks like. Because the TV is located in her room so my bro and i usually stay in her room til the nine o'clock show ends. And tonight she wanted to camp in our room to get peace and quiet. It was all quite normal and then i went in to check on her for fun ( kinda weird i know but nvm...) and i found her crying. I went forward and she told me that she was very tired. I guess mother and daughter we think the same by crying we actually come to realise that no matter how much we cry the world will not stop turning for usnor will anyone take pity on our personal matters because there are bound to be people who are less fortunate than us. But life in the 21st century can really be a very tiring one, not physically but emotionally as well so no matter what happens we still have to continue maybe in the night we can try crying all these stresses out of us but it wouldn't work anyways. Right now in the midst of my preparation for the finals i'm feeling stressed (isn't everyone?) but this type of stress is considered nothing, some people can't even worry about how many A1s they are going to score, their main worry will be when is my next meal gonna be or how am i gonna be cured of this cancer... These thoughts fill my mind when i try to cry those worries away but really it doesn't help being too emotional doesn't help you'll just loose more fluids. In "Fake Images" I talked about me being a hypocrite and how i decive others with my every movement and word, but the fact that i had this pessimistic mentality is probably because we had different primary school and kindergarten lives. Others have quite happy families their dads are in singapore their mum make it for every dinner and their bros might quarrel but deep down they care but for me? Why do some people have to come out of this world differently? Why? Why do Chang and Yin have to been stoned every time they walk down a street? Why? Did we do something bed in our past lives? Are we being punished because we are going to do bad things in the future? What the future holds puzzle me, but i really long for that happiness that is in every family. Sometimes i only wish for one happy meal together outside chinese new year where everyone will be seated at the dinning table and eating their meals talking about the interesting things that happened during their day....&lt;br /&gt;Signing Out,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;PS. Personal matter try not to make a big scene about it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-115893284272588950?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115893284272588950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=115893284272588950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/115893284272588950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/115893284272588950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/09/conjoined-twins.html' title='Conjoined Twins'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-115759645677165310</id><published>2006-09-07T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T10:34:16.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Braces</title><content type='html'>Ok it was yesterday morning that i got these ugly things in my mouth that hurts whenever i move my jaw... Oh the pain... Ok i can't eat anything but porridge because of the hurting and i can barely close me jaw properly....Oh the pain.... Ok other than that chinese oral went quite well for me it ended with lao shi saying "hao hao bu cuo ma" the passage was junky but the conversation i thought was quite ok... I find the passage incredibly difficult and i feel dumb reading it like as if i have no IQ or something like that and i know i definitely have some even if it is like way low... Other than that nothing much happened just lazing around wanting to do work but when the asessment book is in my hand i change my mind... Oh the pain i hate the braces they make my teeth look even messier... Hope some miracle would happen and give me nice and straight teeth cause' i'll have to remove one of my wisdom teeth before 18 AHHHHH!!! oh and four other teeth as well. Somebody Help Me Please!Anyways going on maple now to chiong as well....&lt;br /&gt;Signing Out,&lt;br /&gt;me (oh the pain)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-115759645677165310?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115759645677165310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=115759645677165310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/115759645677165310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/115759645677165310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/09/braces.html' title='Braces'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-115710796702870456</id><published>2006-09-01T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T18:52:47.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake Images</title><content type='html'>Haven't blog for a long time since now is the holidays yah here i am... Yesterday was Acers day cum teacher day celebrations cum be yourself day, we had fun but we didn't win anything though... We could have won if some people out there notice that we actually wanted to win the competition and bear with it like the rest of us are doing... I feel that this competition thing is a total waste of time and energy, it's already stressful enough that we have projects and school work that we have to be enthu about, now we have this darn thing as well?? And it's really very tiring for one person to carry the hopes of 38 people in the class. So why don't the pe department just leave acers day as a day where everyone does a similar routine? People may act a certain way in real life and actually think differently, these people are labelled as hypocrites and therefore cannot be trusted, i am one of them but i try to change even though i'm pretty sure i cannot be trusted still.... I miss KCP especially the building which is gonna be torn down. It like having your childhood memories torn down... Haiz.... i'm gonna miss SY cause i'm sure i'll get kicked out and probably land in SE or something like that....Haiz now already September liao so fast..... I miss the Malacca Trip it was when we were so bonded and did so many stuff together, had lots of laughs and T_T. At this rate at sec 4 i'll cry like siao liao.... Haiz it sucks being too emo people don't feel like you do (don't think dirty)... Oh and i think i'm falling in love with korean dramas cause i watch jin san shun and it's only the second episode i've watch and i've cried at least 4 times already. It's either i'm too emo or the show is very touching. Why do people in love have to meet up with so many setbacks and not be together like in fairy tales? Haiz Mr Ang says that life doesn't suck but what about from this point of view? Haix.... Gtg now my bro is running around screaming&lt;br /&gt;Signing Out,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-115710796702870456?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115710796702870456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=115710796702870456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/115710796702870456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/115710796702870456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/09/fake-images.html' title='Fake Images'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-115615375637967570</id><published>2006-08-21T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T17:49:16.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>Music the most essential thing in life and definition of essential is absolutely neccessary. Music project is very fun and despite not liking the song everything worked out. I've learnt something from this project and chinese talent time, when you have chosen the wrong song, it doesn't mean that you can't do well. AND a piece of music is only judged by the person who sees it like to an ah mah songs like Un-break my heart can sound nice but to a teen ager i think they will prefer rock or R&amp;amp;B. I personally don't like rock but it's quite ok except for my eardrums bursting and all... Oh and I really miss having sec 4s in choir.... The DVD for the choir concert "She Loves Music" is finally out so people who wanna buy you can get it from charlotte... I've never noticed how many actually visit my blog! I read my tagboard and people do read my blog!!! Oh and thanks Yani for flooding it.... Things are fine and all and internet is not working well so i won't be online as often so yah gtg now...&lt;br /&gt;Signing Out,&lt;br /&gt;ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-115615375637967570?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115615375637967570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=115615375637967570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/115615375637967570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/115615375637967570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/08/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-115535637669966204</id><published>2006-08-12T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T17:42:07.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sec 4 farewell</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we had a farewell party for our sec 4 seniors, it was fantastic everyone was having so much fun and they designed the place like an airplane where the sec 4s received an air ticket each and they all were in court shoes plus school uniform.&lt;br /&gt;They pretended to make anouncements like in the airplane by first making the wierd noise and then sound like the pilot or somebody else. They even made seat belts out of ribbons and stuck them on the chair but i couldn't fit into mine so yah....&lt;br /&gt;Then they told us that the weather outside was unknown and the time of arrival is also unknown.&lt;br /&gt;Later they started serving food along the ailse (dunno how to spell) and they had all sort os food that tasted much better than the normal airlines food....&lt;br /&gt;So after that we had to put on our sec 1 item for the sec 4s and it was pretty well done i guess but we messed up half way....sorta.... Then after that item we had the sec 2s who were very funny with the sequel of room 2829...&lt;br /&gt;And after their item their was like some crash and we were stranded on an island so we had to go around the school solving clues and playing games!!! Our group name was Sun Kwon weird name heard it was a character in "Lost".&lt;br /&gt;After the game everyone started giving out their gifts for the sec 4s and the sec 4s also had gifts for us!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ok then we had the sec 3s performed for us and their item started with a video clip with them singing in the background and ended with them standing in the front. They also had Anne to play the guitar for them.&lt;br /&gt;So after that we had the sec 3s giving bottles with sand in them to the sec 4s and the sec 4s each gave a speech. Some cried and some didn't but all of them basically said the same thing.... They thanked all of us plus the teachers, they talked about how they made the right choice by joining choir and how choir has made them a stronger and better person. There were many tears when they made their speeches and here are the nicer parts which i remember or points that is...&lt;br /&gt;Zara - "In my primary school choir it was like torture" "I really don't regret quitting netball to join choir"&lt;br /&gt;Hui Shi - "Whao it's like getting an Oscar"&lt;br /&gt;Kim Yeoh - "And what did we do in tennis bounce balls until our arms ached" "Even if they ask me to join their choir i wouldn't"&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte - "Thanks sec 1s for performing because i know how scray it is to perform in fornt of your seniors" "I read in a story book that you should bow to the people you most respect"&lt;br /&gt;Beverly - "I do admit that i joined choir because i was rejected by drama but now i didn't regret it..."&lt;br /&gt;Marsella - "Whao you're right it's really like winning an Oscar" "Even though i only spent 2 two years in choir, i was in basketball for 2 years, the moment i entered i really felt the wramth in this happy family"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there how choir has changed them i don't know but what i do know is that there's no CCA like choir and in choir people do change their mind about stuff, about how other CCAs don't give you the family warmth that you will receive in choir. Choir will become a part of you and even though we might feel tired and hate the teacher's nagging, after that you'll feel very empty and all that hard work will really pay off somehow... I'm not trying to promote choir or anything but in this happy family, we all share one common interest....singing and no matter what the sec 4s will always be in our hearts....&lt;br /&gt;After that the sec 4s sang for us two songs "If we hold one together" and "You raise me up"and i recorded it but i couldn't record the whole thing nicely because of the timer theing only later that i noticed that i could adjust it....&lt;br /&gt;Thank you sec 4s for being our senoirs!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Signing Out&lt;br /&gt;me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-115535637669966204?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115535637669966204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=115535637669966204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/115535637669966204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/115535637669966204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/08/sec-4-farewell.html' title='Sec 4 farewell'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-115509555032744074</id><published>2006-08-09T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T11:52:30.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time No Blog</title><content type='html'>Ok it's been about 1 week? since i blogged. So now i got nothing to tell people out there... Except for yesterday... Yesterday we went to school for the national day celebrations and it was quite a drag at the starting but ended quite nicely... First we had to sing the national anthem and watch them march and what not. Then we had to watch the primary school and secondary school people perform for us. It was quite nice actually with all of the primary school people hopping around.... Ok then we stood together on the field with our wet skirts (due to sitting on the track that was wet), and we sang the national day songs!!! Oh and we swayed but started squashing people in between... And you cannot believe how fun singing out of tune is! So yah that was nice but then I had to go hand up the geog project so i went up to the stuff room to put the folder BY MYSELF and so i decided to look at the results for math olympiad and guess what!!! I got a bronze!! And the sec 2 girl only go honourable mention!!! I think i must have tikummed correctly hahahaha. So then i told some people about it and they were extremely enthusiastic about it (not) but hey i was happy about myself!! And then we went home.After that I went for a movie with my primary school friends.... Pirates of the Caribean at Marina Square. the movie was nice but would have been nicer if i wasn't holding my bladder for the last 45 mins of the show... I was in pain and when we got out from the cinema, we had to look for the toliet... Thank God there was no queue!!!!! Then we went walking aimlessly to look for some place to eat. We later decided to eat a Kenny Rogers which i have never heard of.... And had a not so nice dinner.... Then the others staring taking photos!!! It was weird but then we started to copy someone's idea of putting fingers together to form a star!!! oh and then we started singing national day and high school musical songs really out of tune!!! HAHAHAHHA!!!! Singing is so much fun even if it is out of tune!!!!! Ok after that we went home and that was the end of my day.... Sorry for the long post...&lt;br /&gt;Signing out,&lt;br /&gt;Happy National Day!&lt;br /&gt;Me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-115509555032744074?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115509555032744074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=115509555032744074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/115509555032744074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/115509555032744074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/08/long-time-no-blog_09.html' title='Long Time No Blog'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-115399322746477656</id><published>2006-07-27T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T17:40:27.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Skin</title><content type='html'>Hi people, I got new skin. And it's happy!!! So here it is! Oh good news for this period of time that i haven't blogged. SY's in the final round for debate!!!!!!!! SY got second place for chinese talent time amongst the sec2 and sec1s!!! We'rte leading for the newspaper weighing thingie. Oh and i got the good pupils' award if you ask me i think it's an award to reward pupils for being nerdy. I hope that i might think like my blogskin but nvm.&lt;br /&gt;Signing out,&lt;br /&gt;Me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-115399322746477656?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115399322746477656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=115399322746477656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/115399322746477656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/115399322746477656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/07/new-skin.html' title='New Skin'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-115322912239954297</id><published>2006-07-18T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T21:25:22.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>I know i haven't been blogging these few days, i've been quite with debate, chinese talent time and geog project. It went quite well cause' SY got into the 2nd round for both chinese talent time and debate so hurray! Oh and I went to charlotte's place on sat and i had too much energy and jien nee and charlotte were VERY puzzled and thought i took some medicine or something. Then we went to Brenda's place on mon to practice the whole thing to piece it together and OMG her place is so spacious, I think mine is barely her living room! OMG oh and you should see her sister she's just so adorably cute!!!!! She's only 7 and already she can do cartwheel liao... Impressive right?? Oh and today was the chinese talent time and it went quite well except for the projector thing because the stupid guy wouldn't give us the extension cord causing the shadow to not be projected lah! Haiz.... nvm gotta get back to science now or Mrs Kee might use capital punishment on me...&lt;br /&gt;Signing out,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-115322912239954297?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115322912239954297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=115322912239954297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/115322912239954297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/115322912239954297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/07/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-115217035412944001</id><published>2006-07-06T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T15:19:14.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Math Carnival</title><content type='html'>Today we presented half of our math carnival project. the corwd seem to be quite excited with our presentation but not as excited as when they were viewing the previous one. I am extremely depressed cause' i wanted to at least make the crowd go WHAO but no I had to go mess up the script and just HAD to forget to tell them about the expressions and such. I HAD  to do it I just had to screw up this magnificient project.... I feel bad about myself and to make matters worse the other group who presented was pretty impressive! They were dramatic but impressive and ours just pretty much lack audience participation and ENTHU. I mean like come on!!! I know that math isn't a very popular subject but I really put in alot of effort not only in the powerpoint but also in the script so can you all just put in 20% then we'll have 100% right??? It just like choir when you don't give enough emotions you're like singing a funeral march or something like that all grey! And these words are coming out from me ( EXTREMELY RARE thing)!!!! So please i'm begging you since we're gonna run our last lap on tuesday PLEASE please finish the presentaion with ENTHU so that i know that we have done our best despite losing... I REALLY wanted to win but since we don't have the ability to win, then forget it. As long as weve done the best we can working as a team. This post is rather a message to all those who care for your teams. BE ENTHU!!! Even if you're not in the team that you REALLY want to bond closer and get closer with. The more you should strive harder to win that group!? For now i just hate myself and the world around me for everything that I and they are.&lt;br /&gt;Signing Out,&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-115217035412944001?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115217035412944001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=115217035412944001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/115217035412944001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/115217035412944001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/07/math-carnival.html' title='Math Carnival'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-115158542933272551</id><published>2006-06-29T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T15:07:14.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Up!</title><content type='html'>These few days have been pretty good!! Everything is starting to look up except for my results but i've been pretty happy and high. I keep laughing and it's like a total miracle! Choir rocks even if i have to sing the A1 part and life has just been sweet so far. Knida enjoy reading the wind singer because it's not as "chim" as the books my friends lend me but sooner or later, i'll HAVE to read those kinda books. So nowadays have been hanging out with TMM alot and really gonna miss having grace and desiree to laugh with and play hangman with. Lucky miss Soh haven't change the seating yet but i have this awfully strong feeling that after expressing my joy throuhg either blog or something, bad luck usually happens, maybe the negativity in me hasn't worn off yet but strong feeling. have been rather close with both TMM and the Yani, Val and Jocelyn group as well but that's because of choir!! I still can't stop singing high school musical songs they're just so nice, i wish i can remember how vanessa anne hugens solo goes though it's so sad and emo and just so beautiful... Last question anybody cried during the show?? So sad right???? Haiz talking to myself better log out before I get high again...&lt;br /&gt;Signing out (for the very first time)&lt;br /&gt;A very happy me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-115158542933272551?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115158542933272551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=115158542933272551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/115158542933272551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/115158542933272551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/06/looking-up.html' title='Looking Up!'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-115132012961893634</id><published>2006-06-26T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T19:08:49.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where am I??</title><content type='html'>HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL RAWKS!!!! and today is the first day of school and I was thinking that I would feel depressed and all because back to more problems and what not... But when the day started I just felt so happy and everything went my way. Until recess... For the whole day, i've been wanting to get close to my TMM group and somehow as I tried they drifted more apart... So during recess I was kinda hoping that I could communicate with them right? But then they decided to view their math project in the room of torture, so i decide ok i'll tag along with my group members you know so that later i won't need to look for them. But after they finished viewing their project, THEY LEFT..... WITHOUT ME!!! even when i told at least one of them to wait for me. So then I brought my depressing feelings back to class. Then Val said that she saw them wandering around the library, so i went back to look for them, thinking that it was my mistake to leave the library when they're still waiting for me there. It was already 11.09 and recess is almost up, so I ran up the stairs and looked for them but i couldn't find them on either storeys of the library, so i went down bringing a stronger set of depressing emotions down with me. When I arrived in class, i sat down at my seat and thought about the chinese talent time and asked the leaders about what are we to do.... Then when they returned to class, it's like as if nothing has happened!!! And i found out that they were at the canteen all this time when i was running up the stairs like some mad unfit idiot! So i was both pissed and depressed for the fact that they didn't wait for me.... Not only that but i have a feeling that someone is already replacing me in the group. So now my question to you readers, where am I? in TMM group or did they just invisibly kicked me out and replaced me??? I was so depressed i think i'm gonna fail HOME ECONS!!! please voice your opinion on my thinking and logic if it's utterly wrong/selfish/unlogical or unfeeling tag about it cause this post is just to express how pissed i am and this post is a kind of relieving stress. So don't be angry cause' of this post because i'm the one who's angry.... I barely talked to them so just answer this simple question for me ,am i still in???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-115132012961893634?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115132012961893634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=115132012961893634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/115132012961893634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/115132012961893634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/06/where-am-i.html' title='Where am I??'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-115098452035044652</id><published>2006-06-22T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T21:55:20.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Idol</title><content type='html'>OMG!!! I already have 55 posts in all and Gayle Nerva and Meryl Joan Lee are not in the top 12 yet!!! AHH!!! they are so good, probably the better of their group. I don't really like Jasmine she sorta blended in with the other contestants and did not really stand out like Gayle did but surprisingly she got in!! Ok and Emilee got in??? how??? I thought Meryl was better. Maybe i have a very weird sense of music...  But i really hope both Gayle and Meryl will get in easily...&lt;br /&gt;Signing out and still singing,&lt;br /&gt;Me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-115098452035044652?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115098452035044652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=115098452035044652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/115098452035044652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/115098452035044652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/06/singapore-idol.html' title='Singapore Idol'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-115063445318863807</id><published>2006-06-18T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T20:46:01.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Love</title><content type='html'>I decided to change my blog's song to one that left me speechless. Shi Shin Huey sang this during the superstar concert and said that it meant alot to her. It's very touching and even though i have no idea what the lyrics mean, i roughly have an idea. I was VERY surprised when she started singing. The song sang by her voice made her sound like an angel from above. The song is depressing and it's about love. So i hope you people like the song. I couldn't get the version with Shi Shin Huey's voice but the song itself is moving. There was an english version but it's incredibly low so i thought this version will be much much better...&lt;br /&gt;Signing out,&lt;br /&gt;Watashi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-115063445318863807?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115063445318863807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=115063445318863807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/115063445318863807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/115063445318863807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/06/first-love.html' title='First Love'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-115054829024744060</id><published>2006-06-17T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T20:44:50.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Linkies!</title><content type='html'>Ok today i was blog surfing again and i've noticed that most or actually all the blogs i go to either organise their links by either order of merit or in alphabetical order. SO i decided to do the same. I organised it into PRIMARY SCHOOL FRENZ and SECONDARY SCHOOL FRENZ for the convenience of my FRENZ... ok so now it's easier for you people to look for links...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-115054829024744060?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115054829024744060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=115054829024744060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/115054829024744060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/115054829024744060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/06/linkies.html' title='Linkies!'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-115037526961185546</id><published>2006-06-15T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T20:41:09.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple In Virtue, Steadfast In Duty</title><content type='html'>Today was quite a boring day, so i decided to look through my mum's CD cabinet and I couldn't stop sneezing because of all the dust that was collected on them... Some of the CDs were so old that i couldn't play them and as for the rest let's say that i had a good time laughing cause' they were all quite lame songs from the 70s and 80s like "boogie shoes" and other songs with weird titles... I was exploring when i came upon this CD. It was the CD that compiled songs from my primary school's 70th anniversary concert. I was almost gonna be in it but i fell sick on that day and fainted in the theatre, so i knew the songs but didn't perform. I was only primary 2 then and I wasn't in the choir but they just looked for people who were willing to sing and taught us the songs. We sounded horribly out of tune, but in a weird way we sound kinda sweet and innocent, like we didn't know what we were doing and just giving it all we've got... I started tearing during one of the songs, remembering primary school times.... When i was in choir it was already my last year in KCP, it was tiring but after all of that, the tiredness just sorta faded away. Now we're not even allowed to go back to visit KCP without the principal's permission but KCP will forever be in our hearts. I miss KCP. i miss being scolded by my teachers there and I miss our uniform! Which has sleeves and a very uncomfortable belt. I miss the canteen how it was forever dirty and how we liked to stand in the canteen to eat our food. Now in Sec school if you stand you'll look weird cause' everyone else is sitting down. Life goes on so i guess i'll sign out now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-115037526961185546?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115037526961185546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=115037526961185546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/115037526961185546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/115037526961185546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/06/simple-in-virtue-steadfast-in-duty.html' title='Simple In Virtue, Steadfast In Duty'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-115000303709177410</id><published>2006-06-11T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T13:17:17.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pet!</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone i got a new pet!! it's a piggy isn't it adorable? I named it piggy because i was too lazy to think of a cuter name for this undeniably cute creature! If you click it alot of times it'll start rolling in the mud and become all dirty and you can spray it clean andyou can feed it too with the apple... It's so cute!!! Kawaii!!!!! Ok i've been watching 2 animes lately Detective Conan and Ayashi No Ceres and basically i wish that i can watch the full whole series of detective conan. He's so smart noe and the cases he meets up with are sooo difficult to solve. He should really go back to his original form so that Ran won't be worried about him though... Haiz haven't started on my homework yet... Hope to see SOME PEOPLE update their blog because coming online is so boring without KPOing a little...&lt;br /&gt;Signing out&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-115000303709177410?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115000303709177410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=115000303709177410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/115000303709177410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/115000303709177410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/06/new-pet.html' title='New Pet!'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-114993568885789886</id><published>2006-06-10T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T18:34:49.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the very last day my dad was in Singapore and he left today at 4pm. Sometimes i really wonder if i got over it. But whenever he comes back to Singapore and i get used to his company here, I feel some sorta sadness, like as if now my father is barely a visitor to the family and that is SO not right. But hey when he goes after a few day i sorta get back to being used to not havong his company anymore. It's like not having a father but having one at the same time. it gets confusing when you think in that direction but it's kinda sorta partially true. Maybe it's because of that, that i'm so dependant on others for I really count on my friends for support. The support i need is not barely pillar support, it more like the kind of support you get in from a max-security vault or something like that. It something like, you know that they'll be there no matter what for you always, when you're singing on stage they'll be there, when you're commiting suicide they'll be there or when you're in a cinema watching a scary movie and you're so terrified they'll be there. But i guess this type of friends don't exist in this world so i guess i'll just stop dreaming and get back to reality...&lt;br /&gt;Signing out,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-114993568885789886?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114993568885789886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=114993568885789886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114993568885789886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114993568885789886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/06/last-day.html' title='Last Day'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-114982332729810405</id><published>2006-06-09T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T11:22:07.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CIP at Pasir Ris Community Library</title><content type='html'>Ouch both my thighs hurts from all that bending in the children's section and the pain only came today! Owwww..... It was quite nice just the three of us at Pasir Ris library the librarians there were nice and friendly and all in all i think i did more stuff than the other two. Jing rong and Sammy was supposed to come but Sammy forgot that she had Japanese and Jing Rong just plain forgot i guessed cause' i wasn't able to contact her in any way be it handphone or home phone nothing!! Haiz... So then before we went to the library, Marylyn said that she wore sandals which we were not allowed to wear and so we had to take a bus back to my place to let her change into one of my mum's shoes. Basically my mum and I had roughly the same size, but her's in slightly bigger, so it doesn't realy matter whose she puts on. Oww... Now i can't sit properly or walk properly... We skipped our lunch just because of that and were soaking wet. I was wearing socks and my socks were wet the whole time i was doing CIP. So then when i got home and removed my socks, there was an unpleasant sting (not stink) in all of my ten toes. It hurt the whole night but i'm better now... Other than that, i had to work seperatly from the two of them and they seemed to have alot of fun together. I had to go around singing the alphabet. So at the children's section i had to kneel down, cause' the shelves were so short, and start singing ABCDEFG!! I felt like as if i was a Kindergarten kid! But after the first hour i didn't have to sing anymore cause' i roughly know. It been such a long time since i sang this song for no apparent reason. I was quite lonely outside that cozy room they were in and i was minding my own bussiness when this lady, who's like a clone of Mrs Kee, asked me if i were there to help. And i just smiled and replied yes. It was so scary.... OMG she was looking at the books i was about to shelve and as i approached and took some books she asked... Ok other than that as i was shelving the kids there somewhat seem to fear me. They shouldn't though it's not like i'm going to eat them up or anything... Ok so that about it, in concusion, the library is still the room of torture but the singing (ABCDEFG) calmed me down...&lt;br /&gt;Signing Out,&lt;br /&gt;Watashi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-114982332729810405?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114982332729810405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=114982332729810405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114982332729810405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114982332729810405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/06/cip-at-pasir-ris-community-library.html' title='CIP at Pasir Ris Community Library'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-114959523173132361</id><published>2006-06-06T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T20:00:31.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New computer</title><content type='html'>Now that my dad's in Singapore he solved a big problem for us, the use of internet... So now i can use the ineternet at the same time as my bro without having to quarrel with him. But now i have another problem, all my dis pics, emoticons, photos, music and lyrics of songs are in the other comp... But at least now i can go online more often!! I hope some people will come online soon especially aishah i need to tell her about something urgent, aishah if you're reading this please msn me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-114959523173132361?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114959523173132361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=114959523173132361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114959523173132361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114959523173132361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/06/new-computer.html' title='New computer'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-114951338938903879</id><published>2006-06-05T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T21:16:29.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY!!!</title><content type='html'>YAY!!! I managed to figure out how to do the archives part of my blog and now it should officially function nicely if it doesn't please tell me, oh and today i went for X-men 3 with Kim Ng and Sherilyn and as usual being the more emotional one i'm the only one who cried... It was so sad that wolverine (the one with the cool claws) had to kill the one he loved, that will scar him for life and it's just so traumatic! I can't believe that he's still sane... Haix life's like that you'll never get your fairytale ending but some people do so wait patiently and see what fate has in store for you... For others who don't believe in fairytale endings then good for you, you're much stronger than most average people... So stop dreaming cause' for some people IT AIN'T GONNA HAPPEN. For those who had that break-up trauma, try not to forget it'll come back twice as hard, instead just keep in a small corner of your head and look at it sometimes and you'll soon realise that you've gotten much stronger and am able to handle it. That is what i learnt from fruits basket so GO WATCH!!!!!! Other than that i've had a great day today, noticed that people don't update their blogs anymore though... Haiz....&lt;br /&gt;Signing Out&lt;br /&gt;Watashi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-114951338938903879?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114951338938903879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=114951338938903879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114951338938903879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114951338938903879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/06/yay.html' title='YAY!!!'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-114947529181781703</id><published>2006-06-05T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T10:41:31.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blogskin</title><content type='html'>Hi! I thought after 46 posts i oughta get a new skin and here it is!!! It's fruits basket!! But i have no idea how to link to archives so it's blank... Even though i will miss my piggies but hey fruits basket rocks too!!! This is my first skin change on my own that means with no help and totally experimetal so if anything goes wrong and you can't view something it's totally understandable cause' i'm new at this ok? Can you imagine 46 posts!!!WHAO!!!! Ok so my father came back to Singapore!!! But he'll be leaving next week saturday so i won't get to see him at least for a few more months... Got used to it so no biggies but wish he could stay in Singapore though he's a total computer wiz and i won't have to worry about comp being hang anymore... SO HOPE YOU PEOPLE LIKE MY NEW BLOGSKIN!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-114947529181781703?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114947529181781703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=114947529181781703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114947529181781703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114947529181781703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/06/new-blogskin.html' title='New Blogskin'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-114925292517976641</id><published>2006-06-02T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T20:55:25.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay for today!</title><content type='html'>Oh today is Jing Rong's and Sing Yee's B'day. Happy Birthday to them!!! Today is a great day MUCH better than yesterday, firstly today we had the math carnival project meeting thing so i decide to wear something officy and i did i look great! Too bad only three people saw me and lucky for them too. I wore a skirt and it was really very uncomfortable cause' i LOVE my jeans but all in all there were alot of compliments!! It's a terrific day cause' for me math isn't much of chore more like what i like to do. I know it sounds very toot but i really do enjoy math... Some people call it maths but it wrong cause' math is short for mathematics right and so it's actually mathematics without the "ematics" see? And the math thing was totally fun with Val being very distracted and Eugenia being very focused until the last minute when we were running out of time. Our project rocks and it's like nothing you've ever seen. Yani has high goals she plans for us to be in top 5 but hey we'll strive for it! Eugenia's place is very nice and so is her mother who offered Jocelyn chicken rice for her lunch in place of her sour power. It was very nice as i was confusing them with my drama series outlines and all, and we had alot of fun. Oh and by the way Yani is the leader but she's not here and with a killer project like this she will have to do alot of other stuff to pay back all our hard work!!Mwahahahahaha... I still can't get chinese songs out of my head though and it's driving me crazy like yesterday when i was feeling EXTREMELY down, i couldn't stop singing "yi shi de mei hao" non-stop and now i think i'm having a sore throat. But despite that I kept on singing cause' singing is so much fun!!!!! Ok gtg now hope to have alot of such happy posts from today onwards!&lt;br /&gt;Signing out,&lt;br /&gt;ME!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-114925292517976641?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114925292517976641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=114925292517976641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114925292517976641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114925292517976641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/06/yay-for-today.html' title='Yay for today!'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-114916114783761041</id><published>2006-06-01T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T19:25:47.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Ok today is quite a pitiful day for me cause' i'm thinking about something really sad and i CAN do something about it but at the same time i CAN'T. This world is very unfair, we have friends and feelings but one wrong step and all of that can be lost... In fact some times you don't even have to make the wrong step and it just crumbles. You wonder if it was something you did, but actually even if you COULD reverse time you would have done the same things. So basically when you think about it there's not much you CAN do. Being stuck in such situations, the best thing to do is to just let fate take over. If it's your fate to leave a certain group, leave rather than sticking to them like some parasite, but sometimes it's easier said than done. Feelings, that's what holding one back, never able to forget, never able to let fate take over that easily, never able to let history repeat itself and never able to face the fact that somethings are meant to be... I've been singing reflection quite alot nowadays unlocking that past that should be erased from my memories but now seeing how my life is, i think the same thing is about to happen only at a much more painful and bigger scale. Friendship is something to be treasured and i'm really saying this from the bottom of my heart, if you have a friend treasure him/her cause' you never know what fate might take you through in the future. Ok this is one of my most sentimental posts so i'm keeping some of the details to myself...&lt;br /&gt;Signing out,&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-114916114783761041?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114916114783761041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=114916114783761041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114916114783761041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114916114783761041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/06/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-114899367032628771</id><published>2006-05-30T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T20:57:53.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Math Olympiad</title><content type='html'>Today was Math Olympiad Junior and Senior section and I was killed by the questions!! They were so tough and when we came out of the Lecture theatre at NUS, the senior looked at the paper and said that it was simple!! I was struggling with the paper and she scanned through and said it was EASY!!!!!???? Which human on this earth can handle such a tough paper???Ok when i got the questions and i roughly looked through and found it ok, but when i started scanning through OMG!!! I couldn't even answer one question. I HIGHLY doubt i'll get anything above participation, if i do it's pure luck! Ok so after that i took the MRT train home and on my way i visited the Pasir Ris library (aka. the room of torture, those who don't know what i'm talking about refer to 'Spooky') to check out some CIP matters and i was stuttering as i spoke to the librarian! Nvm about that, i've noticed that nowadays we tend to lose touch with our primary school friends. We have schedules that are so packed that we can't squeeze them in. What happened to "I will keep in touch with you" or "Don't worry, i'll call you every other week"? People make promises but since rules are already made to be broken why not promises? When someone gives you his/her word you expect them to keep it but they don't hence the phrase giving you his/her word. Why are the divorce rates high? Cause phrases like "I will love you forever" or "I will never leave you ever again" don't mean anything. People just say it they don't mean it. The stories you watch on TV about what friendship that becomes love is all rubbish it doesn't really happen. In chinese drama "chang chang jiu jiu" and "tian chang di jiu", now you see why they are called chinese DRAMAs cause those thing sdon't happen! Ok i think i made my point so i guess i'll sign out now...&lt;br /&gt;Signing Out,&lt;br /&gt;Moi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-114899367032628771?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114899367032628771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=114899367032628771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114899367032628771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114899367032628771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/05/math-olympiad.html' title='Math Olympiad'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-114878491021432779</id><published>2006-05-28T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T10:55:10.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogs</title><content type='html'>Oooo today's the second day of the June Hols! Very first time me blogging during june hols! Ok so as usual i'm blog-surfing, which i do practically every time i go online, and i see that my blog has helped me alot, be it vent anger, express my excitement or just plain whining and complaining. My blog has helped me so much! I love my blog, it's so cute with piggies and depressing posts, you gotta love it too!! Hahahahaha! In about a few days i'm going for Math Olympiad and i don't think i'll get anything though, alot of people are not going for it. Can't blame them who wants to be stuck in a classrom and do a test that is so difficult. Oh and in case you're wondering what's new in my life here they are:&lt;br /&gt;1) I got hooked onto chinese songs!&lt;br /&gt;2) Missing KCP quite alot...&lt;br /&gt;3) Wish that time would reverse&lt;br /&gt;4) Singing choir songs (not very new but wanna put emphasis)&lt;br /&gt;5) Noticed that people no longer care anymore about ALL things (especially other people's feelings)&lt;br /&gt;6) Been thinking still too much about EVERYTHING&lt;br /&gt;Ok so that's basically it and this post is not supposed to be sad or depressing... Other people decorate their blogs with all sorts of stuff but i like it the way it is quite simple and PIGGY!! So... in conclusion I LOVE MY BLOG AND CHOIR ROCKS!!!HAHAHAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;Signing out&lt;br /&gt;me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-114878491021432779?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114878491021432779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=114878491021432779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114878491021432779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114878491021432779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/05/blogs.html' title='Blogs'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-114839417526497977</id><published>2006-05-23T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T23:38:37.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spirit</title><content type='html'>Today we had the robotics introductory course and it was so fun!! We managed to make that thing move and Val was so ecstatic over that fact... I mean it's one thing to make it move but it should be able to race mah... We won 2 out of 3 races and i was so happy!!! AH!!! It's quite interesting because of the fact that we won and i understood most of the stuff. I wanted to start the day quite positively but everyone around me seems to want it another way. Dunno why whenever they're happy and joyous, I feel like dying , and when I feel happy and joyous they feel dead... What kind world is this? Haiz... I think the possibility of me going to another class is higher now but hey not for me to decide so who cares... If i do leave the class no one's going to be sad for me anyway so yah who cares... If only the world were to be filled with more emotional people... Haiz..... Oh and i was so happy the previous day cause' i got a new watch and no one noticed it today.... So sad.... Haiz....&lt;br /&gt;Signing Out,&lt;br /&gt;haiz....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-114839417526497977?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114839417526497977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=114839417526497977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114839417526497977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114839417526497977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/05/spirit.html' title='Spirit'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-114830388890304968</id><published>2006-05-22T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T21:18:08.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ridiculous</title><content type='html'>Hi! Today was a rather nice day because well i just felt good and I actually felt the bond between Sammy, Lin Chuch and jennifer. Sad to say I still can't feel the bond between the pair and the trio in my group but I will one day... Ok so today i was moving around with the trio and it was quite nice. i think that if the pair were to stick to us more, i could have felt their bond... Today we went to various places of which i have already visited and researched about so i was having some revision. it was quite enjoyable but boring... And then when we went back to school, we didn't have Mrs Kee's lessons, Thank Goodness! Oh and we sat down at our places, most of us at least and Desiree started gossiping. Well before that I laughed a little unnecessarily with Grace and we had a nice conversation. But i needed to go away for a while and when i return, Eugenia and Desiree was talking about something and i was doing Sudoku with Grace's 'IN' newspaper. So then I started singing chinese songs and then suddenly Eugenia turned around and asked if I wanted to join Campus Superstar. I was stunned and then I realised that she was obviously joking. I mean have you seen Teresa sing. She's so good and yet she lost to that sissy guy from Hwa Chong lah... Anyways it was ridiculous and so it got stuck in my head the whole day... I f anyone supports them please tell me and I can laugh along with you....&lt;br /&gt;Signing Out,&lt;br /&gt;ME!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-114830388890304968?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114830388890304968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=114830388890304968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114830388890304968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114830388890304968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/05/ridiculous.html' title='Ridiculous'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-114821755773670066</id><published>2006-05-21T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T21:19:17.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection</title><content type='html'>God i can't get this song out of my system. Ever since Primary 3 i've been singing, humming, saying the lyrics Oh somebody help me please!!! AH!!!! Reflection is so nice. It totally suits my personality and how i feel... This song has helped me get into choir and if i were to lose my memory one day, i think this song will still be stuck in my head. It's more of a lock that keeps my past safe from the happy ones and doesn't let me forget it. I don't want to forget it, because i learn from one of the animes i've watched that the sad memories should be kept because you know that one day you'll be able to handle them bravely... It doesn't help now cause' i haev no one to talk to about it but still it's something that will stay with me throughout life. I'm looking forward to that day that i find some one i can trust... a friend... a confidante...&lt;br /&gt;Signing out&lt;br /&gt;ME!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-114821755773670066?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114821755773670066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=114821755773670066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114821755773670066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114821755773670066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/05/reflection.html' title='Reflection'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-114813294486301194</id><published>2006-05-20T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T21:49:05.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From The Start</title><content type='html'>I've noticed that people often think that they know something but they actually don't know al thing. Some people just don't have a clue... And I keep misunderstanding other people's feelings, what they were trying to tell the world or what are they thinking. Sometimes i wonder what ARE they thinking and why they act in a certain way. Why are problem aren't what they seem to be? There's been some change lately and i'm quite satisfied with it. Well firstly due to the number of courses we have lately, we haven't been assigned any homework! WHOOO!! Secondly, i've been trying to reach out to other people but fate is trying to that job so I happy just to see the results. Thirdly, AISHAH'S COMING BACK!!! OMG she's coming BACK!!!!!! AHH!!!!!!!! Ok, fourthly, i've finally come to notice how supportive my friends are in various aspects they might not be but most! They have been one of my pillars that i can do without but still... Fifthly, i've been blog surfing again and it turns out that some people are fickle-minded and usually if your close friends your blog will be talking about the same thing... Oh today we had the open house and very little people came... When the choir performed, we barely had 20 people. And when the drama people performed they had more. So Not Fair. We were quite disorganised and it was quite difficult to as the Altos could not hear the piano clearly. Haix, still problems i gotta solve and things i gotta do. I helped out quite a bit at the science lab today, made volcanoes erupt and carried goo from the front of the lab to the garbage bag... Guess what i'm trying to say in this whole post is that, the future is unpredictable and if your sad, it probably means that the future is going to be a happy one. So bare with the sadness and unhappiness as problems are sand-paper and we are a piece of rock. We are rubbed by sand-paper but we emerge as diamonds...&lt;br /&gt;Signing out&lt;br /&gt;Me, Myself &amp;amp; I...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-114813294486301194?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114813294486301194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=114813294486301194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114813294486301194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114813294486301194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/05/from-start.html' title='From The Start'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-114787262274945876</id><published>2006-05-17T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T21:30:22.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Problem with people</title><content type='html'>You know there are times when you notice that your the only one doing the right thing in the world? Ok maybe that's just me but still is there something wrong with me or the world? Am I the only loner in the world? Or are there people like me? I love listening to other people's problems they give me a sense of accomplishment because by listening it sometimes help us realise that we're more fortunate than other people or we can help another person and accomplish a good deed. But that just isn't enough any more. You have to solve your OWN problems those that you think their there and those that you know their there... For those people i've heard about your feelings and/or helped, well thanks for sharing and giving me experience for a psychatrist ( don't know how to spell, never will ). For those whom i've never heard well i hope to touch that inner child within. I'm just too KPO. Listening is fun and people should try that if more people listened, the world would be a much better place. Today we had this developing emotional intelligence class and i found it somewhat only barely touching on EQ not going into detail, but i hope i'll be able to attend more of these type of courses someday... Feel free to talk to me, I may not be able to help but at least i'll try!!&lt;br /&gt;Signing out,&lt;br /&gt;ME AGAIN!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-114787262274945876?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114787262274945876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=114787262274945876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114787262274945876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114787262274945876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/05/problem-with-people.html' title='Problem with people'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-114777536052776579</id><published>2006-05-16T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T18:37:23.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody help me please!!!</title><content type='html'>Everywhere I turn many faces I see, some glare some stare are they looking at me. I'm not the (girl) I used to be, somebody help me PLEASE!!!!! Ah!!!! I need help in many, many, MANY areas. Here is a list of what I need help in:&lt;br /&gt;Problem number 1, i'm madly in love with choir and obsessed (dunno how to spell) with the concert. I'm so happy that we're going to do the songs from the concert for the open house!! For those who missed the concert and would like to watch us get down and boogie please come for our short 20mins performance in the Khoo Audi at 11.25 and 1.30 I think. Today, we went through the songs for choral and ABBA and AHH!! I miss practising for the concert so much!! I can just break down and die. We also played alot of games as the exchange students were there, they took some photos while we were singing and also sang for us. Even though we did not know what they were singing but it was all in all pretty nice. We played Blow Wind Blow, Some sticker exchange game and the peanut song game thing. It was so fun especially the last game we had a lot of fun sort of attacking and protecting ourselves. In the end it was a tie as we respected the teachers and stopped the game for them.&lt;br /&gt;Problem number 2, i'm officially addicted to JAPANESE ANIME!!! OMG i've been watching so much anime and reading quite alot. I'm even hooked onto the songs in "Full Moon Wo Sagashite"!! Although I do admit that my obsession is no where as bad as Joy's but i'm seriously hooked. HELP!!!&lt;br /&gt;Problem number 3, my subjects totally suck. I keep failing myself and my parents. I do pass but i'm not satisfied and it's not fair cause' people in my class all have a higher IQ than I do. I feel so retarded around my friends they just look so smart. I mean everyone excels but I just keep failing myself.&lt;br /&gt;Problem number 4, I heard a secret a day ago and i just can't contain my excitement. i wanna share it with people but I can't. I've made a promise and it's driving me crazy. Some day, i'm going to shout it out to the world!! AH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough of my problems, if you have any problems, you can always ask me for help. Even though i might make the situation worse but i'll try my best. Oh and i've also updated my profile page so you can go check it out.This is my longest post ever so i'll stop here, off to watch anime!&lt;br /&gt;Signing Out,&lt;br /&gt;Me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-114777536052776579?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114777536052776579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=114777536052776579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114777536052776579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114777536052776579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/05/somebody-help-me-please.html' title='Somebody help me please!!!'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-114724721397253956</id><published>2006-05-10T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T16:01:45.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>Choices, choieces do we give our wishes away. All the angels in the sky, come to Earth and tell us why, why choices are so hard to make, this maybe my big mistake choices... What are we to do? I just finished watching an anime "Full Moon Wo Sagashite" it's so touching... it taught me alot of valuable lessons about how i should see life. I've come to notice that singing is the reason i live and adding to that my friends and all who care about me, especially my family. In your darkest hour you might feel like dying but hold on and pull through cause' you're not only living for yourself, you're living for other people as well for example in the anime the male charater whom the female lead is in love with died, she lost all meaning in life. She wanted to stop singing as all this while her singing was purely for him. But in that episode, she found out that you don't need a reason for singing, singing comes from the heart and it's for you to show how you really feel inside, the trapped feelings just bursting out. Call me crazy but after you watch the anime you might just have the same sentiments. For those who have watched it good for you. In the anime you can see that fate can be changed and no matter what you go through, there will forever be someone there to help you, to guide you. It's the most depressing anime ever you just gotta watch it!! Oh and watch fruits basket too it's so happy and cheery!! If you don't wanna watch the anime you can always read the manga but it won't be as nice for Full Moon though... Feelings are very clearly depicted in the anime and you really should watch it! Oh and sorry to Marylyn cause' she called me today and i was crying due me not being able to control my feelings after the anime. I lose control of emotions very easily take for example during class time when i actually cried when miss Teng told us the story of the girl who couldn't get proper education and died in the end. God didn't put us on Earth for no reason, everyone has a reason to live be it to make others happy or to bring others sufferings and hence benefitting from it we all HAVE A REASON TO LIVE. For those who want to commit suicide think twice, who'll be the one suffering then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-114724721397253956?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114724721397253956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=114724721397253956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114724721397253956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114724721397253956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/05/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-114698449356794942</id><published>2006-05-07T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T14:48:14.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Japanese</title><content type='html'>OMG now a days i've been watching alot of japanese anime and trying to learn a little bit of of jap. I got hooked onto this new jap anime "Full Moon Wo Sagashite". It's about singing but i didn't find it on purpose in fact, it found me! I was closing this website where i found all the fruits basket episodes from and i stumbled upon this anime. It's such a coincidence!!! But i found the problems in this anime very frustrating :1) If you like some one tell them! if you don't tell them you're going to suffer really really alot... 2) Don't take rejection too hard but don't take rejection too lightly either if that person doesn't like you GIVE UP stop trying after 53 times of confessing your love for him/her... But there ARE alot of good points about this anime, the saddest part of this anime is that the main character is blessed with an amzing voice but cursed with throat cancer and to add salt into the wound her promise and desire to share her feelings with the world, to become a famous singer. To be reunited with her crush in America. So nice right? Haiz...She's only 12 years old!!!!!! that's right 12 years old!!!!!!! There are more twists in this story wanna know what they are, watch the anime!!!&lt;br /&gt;Signing Out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-114698449356794942?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114698449356794942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=114698449356794942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114698449356794942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114698449356794942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/05/japanese.html' title='Japanese'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-114673044469239261</id><published>2006-05-04T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T16:14:04.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Right(Wrong)</title><content type='html'>Ok today's quite a nice day but i just found out that for the chinese talent time (which i was forced into thanks to...) we'll have to sing CAO CAO!! I love the song and all it's just that i'm quite sure that we won't be able to pull it off cause after all JJ is a guy and he's voice is one of those that are impossible to imitate. So today we had some pratice on captains ball even though i threw and catched quite alot but still i sucked!! I keep hitting the ball out, for example someone threw the ball to the goal keeper but i actually hit the ball out!!!! Sorry team i let you down!!!! But despite all of that Claire still gave me a pack of hello panda for trying my best!!! ( she's so nice!)Oh and about chronological orders please note that whatever that you do now no matter how big or little it'll change what's going to happen in the future.... Yesterday was the best day ever, firstly, it was the last lesson of home econs for the year and secondly,  there were two team that actually WANTED me in their groups, they actually fought (not really fight cause violence is never the answer)!! I feel not at all depressed for the entire day that's an amazing improvement!!! Oh and nowadays i've been watching and READING fruits basket. Yeah that's right READING!!! whooo at least comics don't suck out the life of people like books do so i'm quite ok with it. Things have been quite nice and i still can't believe that Mr Teo said Val was pretty it must have made her heart thump like a stampede...Well i better start shutting up before people get bored...&lt;br /&gt;Signing out..&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter if you look on the bright side or not...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-114673044469239261?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114673044469239261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=114673044469239261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114673044469239261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114673044469239261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/05/not-rightwrong.html' title='Not Right(Wrong)'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-114638920346673793</id><published>2006-04-30T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T17:26:43.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Utterly confused</title><content type='html'>i've been so happy about our success that i forgot that the sec 4s are going to leave us soon... so sad.... Mere words cannot express the feeling within me. It's amazing how mere months of practice can make such a big difference. We really bonded and it's so sad to see the sec 4s  leaving us. I'm surely going to miss them, the good times we had practising and sweating and laughing at Mr Gani and gasping at the plot of the musical. Time really does fly and now i just wish that we can start all over again even though the first few practices were quite scary we enjoyed it. The choir is so bonded and it's really very sad to see the sec 4s leave us...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-114638920346673793?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114638920346673793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=114638920346673793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114638920346673793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114638920346673793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/04/utterly-confused.html' title='Utterly confused'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-114638855388218513</id><published>2006-04-30T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T17:15:54.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my gosh, this so posh hehehehee</title><content type='html'>OMG!!!!!! The concert was a total success!!!!! It was so fun i wanna do it again!!!! OMG!!!!! For those who came to support us thanks, means so much to me and for those who could and didn't too bad your loss!!!! The crowd went wild and the feeling you get on stage was so magical... I love the musical it was so funny and semi-scary but hey it ROCK!!!&lt;br /&gt;People I would like to thank: Audience for just being there to support us, Teachers for scolding us, Mrs Goh for conducting us, Mr Gani for making us look ridiculous on stage and most of all THE SEC 4s for being such good actors and seniors!! WE LOVE YOU SEC 4s!!!!! Thank you so much for making my first year in choir such a memorable one!!! OUR CONCERT ROCKED!!! and for those who i begged to come and didn't well it ROCKED and for those whom i begged to come and did let's just say i TOLD YOU SO!!!!!!!! HAHHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;I HOPE YOU LOVED THE CONCERT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;SIGNING OUT WITH EXCITEMENT JOY AND WHAT NOT&lt;br /&gt;ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-114638855388218513?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114638855388218513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=114638855388218513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114638855388218513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114638855388218513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/04/oh-my-gosh-this-so-posh-hehehehee.html' title='Oh my gosh, this so posh hehehehee'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-114578466554878981</id><published>2006-04-23T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T17:31:05.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choir!!!!!</title><content type='html'>OMG you HAVE to like the concert cause' yesterday most of us really had terrible blisters and when we smile on stage our cheek muscles ache. You see us comfortably sit on the ground but actually it's turning numb and we can't walk properly... But other than that they actually restrict us to what bras we should wear and also force us to put make up. Our hair must be tied up in a certain way for the second part of the concert that it scares me. When we stand on the risers and sing i actually feel giddy after all &lt;strong&gt;11&lt;/strong&gt; songs.But despite all of that i quite like it cause' i know that our concert is gonna rock and our efforts will not go down the drain. MUST COME AND SUPPORT THE CHOIR!!!!!!!!! WE ROCK!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-114578466554878981?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114578466554878981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=114578466554878981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114578466554878981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114578466554878981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/04/choir.html' title='Choir!!!!!'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-114545119867211223</id><published>2006-04-19T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T20:53:18.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HATE</title><content type='html'>I HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE MENTION MY NAMES IN POSTS OR TAG BOARD FOR BAD REASONS ESPEACIALLY TO VENT YOUR ANGER THEN CAN YOU VENT YOUR ANGER ON SOMEONE ELSE CAUSE I HATE IT!!!!! IT EMOTIIONALLY SCARS ME AND IT'S WORST WHEN YOU'RE MY CLOSE FRIEND I FALL TWICE 2 TIMES AS HARD SO DON'T MENTION MY NAME AT ALL AND IF YOU HATE ME JUST TELL ME CAUSE I DON'T CARE IF YOU SHOUT AT ME WORDS MEAN LOUDER BECAUSE YOU PUT THEM ON THE NET FOR ALL PEOPLE TO SEE!!!!!!!!EMOTIONALLY SCARRED IS NOT SOMETHING YOU WANT TO EXPERIENCE IT TRUST ME I SUCKS AND DO TO OTHERS WHAT YOU WANT THEM TO DO TO YOU SO DON'T I REPEAT DON'T INSULT (i take it as an insult) ME WORLD-WIDE...&lt;br /&gt;VENTING ANGER LIKE SIAO&lt;br /&gt;NEVER LOOK ON THE BRIGHT SIDE OF LIFE CAUSE IT'LL GET YOU NOWHERE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-114545119867211223?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114545119867211223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=114545119867211223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114545119867211223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114545119867211223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/04/hate.html' title='HATE'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-114509005317759336</id><published>2006-04-15T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T16:34:13.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Typing</title><content type='html'>Hi is me again after a tiring week with 3 choir pracs!!! Ok it's quite fun but Mrs yogee spoils the fun by stopping us every minute for something very minor like hand must be here or leg must turn where.... Ok change topic, Love is everywhere in space, in india, in africa, under the sea or once upon a time it's EVERYWHERE. We sing about it, we dream about it, we watch it on tv, we show it through our actions and speech. Love can make one do very silly things like commit suicide or become bankrupt or take drugs. But love is a wonderful thing, i don't know what it is or what it does cause i've never fallen in love but seeing others in that state i think it's beautiful how someone can just helpless fall deeply in love with another person and stay like that forever and evere and ever and ever... I think too much and too unneccesarily so yah maybe i'm just dreaming and in my own fantasy but is love what i think it is or is it just some cruel trap to fall into? Maybe i won't get a chance to find out... Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life!&lt;br /&gt;Signing out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-114509005317759336?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114509005317759336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=114509005317759336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114509005317759336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114509005317759336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/04/just-typing.html' title='Just Typing'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-114441810079224792</id><published>2006-04-07T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T21:55:00.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>Ah... Finally able to update my blog after a long tiring long rest... I've got alot of things to typed but due to my stml (short term memory loss) I am unable to recall, therefore i'll just talk about what i thought today! Ok firstly i find myself quite nerdy for liking math don't know why but find so... Secondly, when you choose a CCA is that you're gonna stick too for a year so make a WISE choice and if you regret don't show it cause' other people HAVE made that WISE choice so you wanna quit then wait until they can afford to have their spirits killed then you can say whateva crap you wanna say... To cut the long story short: Make wise decision if you don't then make sure you appear you have cause' not everyone is like you...  The title game thing is not working so i'll just type out the question's answer : It's guang liang's tong hua!!! Haha one of my favourite songs... Haix school has been rather stressful due to me thinking too unneccesarily and other factor like my social life and issue on friendship... Still trying to figure out how to socialise with other people... Oh and another thing I am a human being therefore i learn and furthermore DON'T try to shush me cause' I'M LEARNING!!!!! DOn't keep me silent i've got my RIGHTS so DON'T SHUSH ME!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life!&lt;br /&gt;Signing Out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-114441810079224792?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114441810079224792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=114441810079224792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114441810079224792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114441810079224792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/04/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-114345649637913057</id><published>2006-03-27T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T20:36:09.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>你哭着对我说...(ni ku zhe dui wo shuo)</title><content type='html'>Ok i've decided to put this new game thing into my blog but i doubt anyone one will support it though.... Since i'm very lazy and hate to think of new titles for my posts i've decided to use it like a question.. So example today's title is a line from a quite popular song and so you can post in your answers via the tag board... Fun but quite lame that's because i'm bored and need to entertain myself with something.... Send in your answers today's song line is very easy and you can't possibly get it wrong. Some weeks will be chinese song some weeks will be english, for those who cannot view chinese word on their comp i've typed out th han yu pin yin for you....&lt;br /&gt;About today....&lt;br /&gt;It turned out quite nicely as I got to spend time with my TMM group but it was quite disappointing as well considering how much time I WILL be having with them due to choir pracs but hey it's all worth it cause' i'll be performing at VCH soon and everything will be worth the dancing and sweating our souls out.... I feel like i'm a part of an island drifting apart when i'm with my TMM group but I think i'll be able to catch up after the concert and we will be more united than before!!!! HAHAHAHA!!!! But meanwhile feeling depressed thinking a little too much and unnecessarily.... Oh and I just found a score I was searching for ages for and nobody appreciates it as much as me....... so sad.......&lt;br /&gt;Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life!&lt;br /&gt;Signing out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-114345649637913057?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114345649637913057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=114345649637913057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114345649637913057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114345649637913057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/03/ni-ku-zhe-dui-wo-shuo.html' title='你哭着对我说...(ni ku zhe dui wo shuo)'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-114328769449270924</id><published>2006-03-25T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T19:54:54.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Me again, after the March Hols I noticed one thing, everyone has a life. Where does that put me? I am nowhere.... I really got to get a life... If others can survive then so can I, why not? That's all I hav to say i'll keep this post short and ......well short.....&lt;br /&gt;Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life!&lt;br /&gt;Signing Out (with some hidden feelings)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-114328769449270924?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114328769449270924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=114328769449270924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114328769449270924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114328769449270924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/03/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-114284748350104841</id><published>2006-03-20T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T17:38:03.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Ok I know now most of my posts cause' you people headaches but i can't stop blabbing about how sad or happy i am... So this is a post i wrote after recess, WARNING it's quite depressing: What is it like to belong? To be an equal? To take pride in your group? To be liked by your friends who are in worlds of their own? To be able to be a part of their world? Well I wouldn't know for I always feel neglected for no reason. I remember the days when I used to be ever so cheery (that i freak myself out) and happy as if an endless supply of energy runs within me. If you want my opinion, I think i'm like this charcter in the nine o'clock show on channel U. I know the reason for this sorta 'seperation' thing but they don't seem to understand. It's like i'm an unreadable text or one that's written in invisible ink.... I hate myself and still do....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-114284748350104841?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114284748350104841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=114284748350104841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114284748350104841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114284748350104841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/03/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-114284652480671080</id><published>2006-03-20T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T17:22:04.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday Once More</title><content type='html'>Today alot of things happened but first let me type about yesterday cause' i didn't have the chance to due to me bro playing Gunz all day... So yesterday morning was quite rushy cause' i had to set off at 1pm if i were to reach Ang Mo Kio MRT station at 2pm. So i woke up at 9am, cause' I had a lack of sleep during the hols, so after trying to rush through the remainder of my homework i dressed up and went to Ang Mo Kio MRT station and from there to Marylyn's place!!!!!! I was soo excited!!!! Ok so i was in the MRT train when i saw this guy, he was talking in another language it sounded like Philipino and yet like Korean but anyways I was wandering how would Ben look like... I was reading my science notes on the train and listening to that guy, even though i have not a clue what he's talking about. He sounded deep like how Marylyn described Ben would be and he's tall like how Wen Fei described him and he looked kinda sporty.... If not for the picture Wen Fei had in her chinese book i would have imagine him to be like that... So then i was reading my book and observing him from my seat and then suddenly two little Korean girls came hurrying to him and pushed him slightly... I slowly found out that they were his sisters... I continued reading and then at orchard they alighted the train and then the train stopped for an unusually long period of time. I looked at my watch and it was already 2pm!! OMG i was going to be late... Ok so much to say for an MRT ride... ok now for the arrival at Marylyn's place!!! When i was walking towards Marylyn's seven-seater, there was this question in my head... What is Joyce, my primary school friend, gonna think of my other friends? But hey it turned out fine until they wanted to play this word game 'Boggle' and I HATE english so they forced me to play and guess what I won all the rounds except for one.... Told them i shouldn't play... After that we chatted a little had dinner and went home.... It was a tiring and VERY fun day.... Anywayz....&lt;br /&gt;Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life!&lt;br /&gt;Signing out....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-114284652480671080?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114284652480671080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=114284652480671080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114284652480671080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114284652480671080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/03/yesterday-once-more.html' title='Yesterday Once More'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-114265729397365939</id><published>2006-03-18T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T12:48:13.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happened Yesterday &amp; The Day Before</title><content type='html'>Ok today is Saturday the 18th of March, the day before which was 16th of March it was my bro's b'day and thank goodness we have a camp for choir and won't be back home until 17th of March! During the camp, we had a lot of bonding and i think i'm gonna cry at the end of the year for the sec 4s but hey life goes on... Oh and we sang the ghost song in the dark and people were creeped out but the song isn't that freaky right? and then a sec 4 and two sec 3s tried to spook us out when the sec 1s were trying to get ready for their item by telling us ghost stories and hoping that we will freak out but it didn't work cause' we shooed them away. Ok then at night at about 10pm we were watching ABBA, Beatles, The Supremes and previous years performances and they looked sooo funny when they were younger.... We had kuay teow for lunch and Macdonald's for dinner and pizza which was for both dinner and lunch... But on friday morning we had hard and cold bread which wasn't really appetizing. There were temporary showers installed in the toilets on the second and third floor and I think i was the only one who brought long sleeve and long pants... so sad. Ok so during the night we were split into eight groups and we were to give ourselves a name, so we called ourselves banana 1 and the other group called themselves banana 2. Then the B2 group keep shouting " Are you thinking what i'm thinking B1?" and we'll forever be unable to reply them. But it'll be quite hilarious if we did... So after the spliting we were made to do an item that dramatises a song... So we decided to do 'Dancing Queen' cause' the song itself is so groovy and it'll be easy for us. Both the altos in the group, Jia Hui and I, had sore throat so it sounded quite plain but all in all i thought that our performance rocked, we ridiculed ourselves and it was quite worth it... Even though we didn't win but we bonded and now i'm much closer to the choir than with my TMM group. So sad.... If only..... Haix... Anywayz on Friday 17th March i came back home all lethargic and all, cause' we slept at 1.30am and woke up at about 7am, and slept all the way from 10am til 1.30pm and then at 1.30pm i had my lunch and set off for bugis MRT station where i met Joyce and all my other primary school friends. They all changed alot. They all think sec school's more fun but i still think primary school is better... Haix..... If only......After all of that here i am after a proper good night's sleep.... it was all in all fun, enjoyable and the best thing is that we bonded.... And now I have to START on my homework so...&lt;br /&gt;Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life!&lt;br /&gt;Here's me signing out....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-114265729397365939?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114265729397365939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=114265729397365939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114265729397365939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114265729397365939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-happened-yesterday-day-before.html' title='What Happened Yesterday &amp; The Day Before'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-114234135079270309</id><published>2006-03-14T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T21:02:30.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened today</title><content type='html'>Well it all started out as a terrible day because firstly i couldn't sleep previous night due to me thinking about some issues that i HAVE to correct or something like that... Then i woke up at 7 cause' i got choir prac and i thought it would be fun until... Ok firstly, they told us that choir prac would start at 9am, but they changed it without telling the sec 1s, but being the early bird i am it wasn't a prob for me... It wasn't that bad, now all of you readers would probably think that choir practice was just standing up straight looking at the audience and just plain singing right?? Well that was what i thought but it turned out like boot camp we had to do jumping jacks, push-ups and some else which name escapes me but that one was the worst man my neck was aching and i think something broke. I didn't have enough sleep and i had to deal with this...OMG....Ok then it was all normal normal until lunch break when all the sec 1s have to take their measurements for their outfits. We were each given a sheet of paper and some codes and we were supposed to write down our codes on the sheet of paper. On the sheet of paper there were blanks for the tailor to fill and there was this part that caught my eye, the word is "bust". It's normal but i couldn't stop laughing and the people around me thought i was mad or something. When we were at the tailor the actually used the measuring tape to measure our ummm.... and yah. So then plus choreog it was just plain tiring in fact tiring does not even start describing how i was....Anywayz&lt;br /&gt;Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life!&lt;br /&gt;Signing out tiredly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-114234135079270309?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114234135079270309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=114234135079270309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114234135079270309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114234135079270309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-happened-today.html' title='What happened today'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-114225395420154609</id><published>2006-03-13T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T20:45:54.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TV!!</title><content type='html'>Ok as most people (all of my close friends) probably know that i am a total tv freak and I love watching tv programs. It's like a hobby to me that i can do at home on my couch while doing homework or eating... And i was watching a tv prog at 7pm today and there's this scene that kept me thinking...Ok most people would know that i'm quite the person who loves a good romantic story and the scene goes like this... Male lead would be busy doing something and then suddenly but slowly he would lift up his head and then in front of him will of course be the female lead... Then after that there will be this feeling inside him that screams "Dude you digg this girl" or somthing like that... This is the scene that most directors would probably use in love stories and why not, hey it's a very good scene but it gets old sometimes. The good thing is that it gives the audience this 'put yourself in the male lead's place' feeling, the bad thing is that well it gets OLD. Oh and I am sooooo excited about choir practice tomorrow even though I know it's such a drag having choir practices during the holidays... AH!!!!! I can't wait! Anywayz i wonder if my priamry school friends still visit my blog?? Very comforting to know that most of my secondary school friends actually visit my blog...Anywayz&lt;br /&gt;Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life!&lt;br /&gt;Signing out to watch tv prog.s (hahaha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-114225395420154609?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114225395420154609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=114225395420154609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114225395420154609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114225395420154609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/03/tv.html' title='TV!!'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-114205050051861589</id><published>2006-03-11T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T12:15:00.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spooky</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the last day of school...So sad. I'm gonna miss sitting next to Val and attacking her with my sarcastic ways (haha) But the more important thing was that the day ended in a horrendously creepy way... Firstly, yesterday Teotatoe got all crazy and sent us to the library aka the room of torture... It was scary every corner you turn were rows and rows of torture devices they call 'Books'. These 'Books' suck out the life in people making them quiet and serious-looking and then brain wash them with the feeling of fun...(False facts but true to me) I'm those type of dumb people who don't get things only reading it once so yah torture devices... Secondly, during choir they told us the change in the plot of the story for the musical and it was soooooo scary i totally freaked out OMG!! Oh and i can't tell you people about cause it will spoil everything and yah basically it send thrills down your spines so MUST and i repeat you MUST come to VCH (victoria concert hall) to watch us cause the choir girls have put in their heart and soul into this performance and it might seem very nice on stage but the fact is that we practised night and day for this show (well at least i do) and it will probably be the highlight of the year for me... Thirdly, I was watching TV progs (as usual) at 9pm and the show totally freaked me out it was sooo spooky OMG... Oh did i mention the fact that during recess everyone in my TMM group were reading and therefore proving my point that those 'Books' suck out their liveliness...&lt;br /&gt;Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life!&lt;br /&gt;Signing out (With Fear)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-114205050051861589?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114205050051861589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=114205050051861589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114205050051861589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114205050051861589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/03/spooky.html' title='Spooky'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-114173502705351619</id><published>2006-03-07T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T20:37:07.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Choir Practice With Choreography</title><content type='html'>Ok i've noticed that i've been talking about choir alot, i've already put up 3 posts on it but hey CHOIR RAWKS!!!! Especially with choreography, even though i can't get anything right but still I had alot of fun... Next year audition for choir it rawks trust me you will not regret as though as you have at least 100% to give to it... Today we had our second choir practice with choreography and more moves were put in, the moves are creepy and quite fun but also VERY confusing... I just can't wait for the next choir prac. It was the choreographer's birthday today and we sang him a birthday song (big deal). Ok now i sound like some freak, so let's change the subject... So other than choir today i felt quite happy, dunno why but everything just seemed so much brighter today. But they decided not to sing 'Let It Be' for the concert and that is soooo sad cause' it's such a nice song....sob. Anywayz......&lt;br /&gt;Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life!&lt;br /&gt;Signing out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-114173502705351619?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114173502705351619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=114173502705351619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114173502705351619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114173502705351619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/03/second-choir-practice-with.html' title='Second Choir Practice With Choreography'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-114163710800801959</id><published>2006-03-06T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T17:25:08.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Groups</title><content type='html'>What does is really mean to be in a group... Is it only something like a name to give you a sense of belonging?? Is it something where you can boast to your other friends about??? Or is it really some circle where we are not afraid to put your feelings in speech and in actions and where people are not afraid to reveal their secrets and talk like a somebody and not like a no one... I've been thinking lately, looking sad and depressed and all but what truly matters is that i've noticed that i'm misunderstood.It turned out bad today, I don't know why but there's this bad feeling i get and when i try to improve it it actually becomes some sort of thing that makes me think alot... I know this doesn't make much sense but i'm a loner no one really truly understands me they understand those type of free spirits those type that aren't afraid to show themselves to the world (don't think dirty!) but i'm not those type of people.... I hide most of my feelings, i'm sensitive, I can be petty and i'm sort of a hypocrite at times. But hey you can't blame me for it, i'm born this way... Friends mean really alot to me and i lost them once, maybe this is quite a blow on me that's why i've been gothy lately but it isn't my fault basically...I'm the emotional type who will cry when i see seperation... Not a lot of people noe that....Ok now this post is starting to sound like a compo i better start telling you people about my day it's been quite a nice day except for that bad feeling i've been getting all day.. and the personal topics that my TMM group has been talking about...Oh and today this bug came into our class with this other bug on it's back and they looked like they were mating (ewwwww....). it's natural I know but it get gross cause the bug at the bottom was moving all over the place WHILE mating... quite creepy.. Other than that if you wanna know more about what happened in Malacca gimme a ring cause' nobody talks to me lately (sob...cry.....) Anywayz.....&lt;br /&gt;Signing out (Still Thinking)&lt;br /&gt;Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-114163710800801959?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114163710800801959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=114163710800801959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114163710800801959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114163710800801959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/03/groups.html' title='Groups'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-114147164707974656</id><published>2006-03-04T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T17:08:38.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malacca Trip: A Terrifying Story (To me)</title><content type='html'>Hi the following is a post i wrote one the 1st of March on the malacca trip it quite depressing so don't read if you don't wanna:&lt;br /&gt;Today it started out as a very bad day because my maid woke me up at 4am instead of 5am. Then when I went to school my friends saw me cry for very first time because Aishah ( a very dear friend of mine) was gonna migrate on thursday and i won't be able to send her off!!! I am gonna miss her dearly...Ok on the bus needless to say Marylyn and Wen Fei were sitting together and chatting so happily (nothing wrong) and of course Jennifer, Samantha and Lin Chuch were sitting together with me sitting next to Lin Chuch. But the I kept talking about choir adn she was listening to her MP3 so no communication (so sad)... But the I stared at other people, smiling and laughing so happily well I guessed I got JEALOUS!!!!! After clearing the Singapore customs Samantha got held up and I was soo worried..... But then all's well that ends well!! We got nice bandanas too!!! And then we had a long tiring ride with the tour guide yapping on and on about palms and what's in Malacca, but we can't blame her, she's supposed to do that. All in all I felt quite lucky until.... We checked in at the hotel and my room's on a different level from the others!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We departed for our dinner and this is where the nightmare begun.... Firstly most of the food They served was spicy and I couldn't stomach them. Secondly, the chairs, plates and cups were dirty and so we had to clean them. Thirdly, we got scolded for screaming when I didn't even scream! There was a cat under the table in front of my legs but I didn't care (or scream), the others though were screaming their lungs out, causing the teacher to scold us.... But it isn't our fault for being scared of cats right??? When we arrived at the hotel we were rushing cause' we wanted to visit each other badly, but due to the rush we left our keycard in our room and we were locked out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was in hysteria, I panicked and hyper-ventilated and Yani tried means and ways to help us (she's sooooo nice) In the end lucky for us, someone broke something and the so called "maids" of the hotel had to come up with keycards to every room!!! they were kind enough to help us in.... After all that I went to Lin Chuch's room for our "meeting" and we took ALOT of photos!! But we didn't get to play truth or dare... All in all I had a terrible day, hope that tomorrow will be a better day...&lt;br /&gt;And that's all it's depressing but very fun so here's me signing out...&lt;br /&gt;Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-114147164707974656?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114147164707974656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=114147164707974656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114147164707974656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114147164707974656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/03/malacca-trip-terrifying-story-to-me.html' title='Malacca Trip: A Terrifying Story (To me)'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-114138747327987969</id><published>2006-03-03T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T20:04:33.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Just came back from Malacca not long ago and i'm so dog-tired. Man it was depressing at time and yet it was so enjoyable... My roomie is sooo nice and we couldn't stop visiting each other during the night.... OMG the trip was sooooo nice and i didn't know that my friends actually bothered about how i felt unless i drilled it in to them... My primary school friends don't even bother cause' they have lives of their own so can't complain... I whined alot during the trip though but hey whining is fun for me that is but not for my TMM group (hahaha). Anywayz the trip rawked except for the pessimism that was in me and all but hey i brought it on myself so can't blam anyone again....In my next post i'm gonna put my relfctions i wrote during the night in so be prepared to read or don't bother at all me no importante anywayz...&lt;br /&gt;Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life!&lt;br /&gt;Signing Out (Very tiredly)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-114138747327987969?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114138747327987969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=114138747327987969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114138747327987969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114138747327987969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!!!!!'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-114112025074749398</id><published>2006-02-28T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T17:50:50.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malacca Trip</title><content type='html'>YAY! The day has come WE ARE GOING TO MALACCA TOGETHER AS A CLASS!!!!! Omg only a few people seem to be excited the others are totally calm... Anyways I can't wait even though we're leaving tomorrow. Today we had our managing projects workshop (Day 2) and everyone's not showing any respect to our teacher. I mean even though he's totally boring and uninteresting, you still can at least raise up your hands and all that right, I mean it's basic courtesy to a teacher even though he's like Mr Teo.... But all in all I find it quite ok and quite enjoy it loh.OMG GOING TO MALACCA!!!!!AH!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life (and i'm not depressed)&lt;br /&gt;Signing out with excitement!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-114112025074749398?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114112025074749398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=114112025074749398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114112025074749398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114112025074749398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/02/malacca-trip_28.html' title='Malacca Trip'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-114084868594219565</id><published>2006-02-25T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T14:24:45.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choir (again)</title><content type='html'>Hi I know you people are probably tired of me toking about choir all the time but the fact that i talk abot it so much proves that CHOIR RAWKS!!!! Ok anywayz at choir prac yesterday we learns 2 new songs yah i know big deal BUT these two songs are in the filipino and thai!! We got our tongues twisted..... Oh and poor us we need to come back to school during the March Hols and it's such a coincidence that the day we have to stay overnight in school is my brother's b'day!!! He was so happy that he was jumping up and down.... Anywayz our concert is on the 28th and the 29th of April so MUST come and support us ok???&lt;br /&gt;Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life!!!&lt;br /&gt;Signing Out.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-114084868594219565?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114084868594219565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=114084868594219565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114084868594219565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114084868594219565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/02/choir-again.html' title='Choir (again)'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-114052109274462395</id><published>2006-02-21T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T19:28:33.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Ever Choir Prac With Choreography</title><content type='html'>OMG!!! We had Mr Gani with us today during choir prac and he has alot of energy.... I'm mean we barely stare at him and he just goes on and on and on.... He kinda freaks me out because there was one part when he dances and his shirt was like so loose and it looked like it was about to come off..... He was standing on two tables and i notice that the one in front was about to break... He was jumping and jumping on it so much that the piece of paper under the table that was supposed to make the legs even came out... I couldn't get the steps and I totally can't dance...&lt;br /&gt;Separation is so hard and today during recess something different happened our usual group was different somehow and something was just plain wrong i didn't feel good about it. I feel that after the malacca trip there would already alot of bonding and our group might disperse because of that.....Anywayz cut this extremely long story short: I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE MALACCA TRIP AND I LOVE CHOIR!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life!&lt;br /&gt;Bye......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-114052109274462395?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114052109274462395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=114052109274462395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114052109274462395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114052109274462395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/02/first-ever-choir-prac-with.html' title='First Ever Choir Prac With Choreography'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-114033987906369023</id><published>2006-02-19T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T17:04:39.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malacca Trip</title><content type='html'>OMG i've been soooooo excited about the Malacca trip lately that i can't wait to start packing.... Well I thought that I might start packing first but there's basically nothing to pack.... Firstly they already told us what to wear and all you need to decide is what to wear when you go to bed. I'm soooooooo excited but no one in the class seem to be as excited as i am they can contain their excitment sooooo well!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm basically bursting here! But more importantly I'm gonna miss sooo many good tv shows *sigh*. And I saw on channel U that the superstar people are gonna do a new drama series and hong jun yang was getting closer to KELLY PHOON like as if they're gonna KISS!!!!!!!!!! OMG that's just plain weird....I'm not a fan of hong jun yang but still he goes MUCH better with shi xin huey man the director must be blind or something....Anywayz gotta go bye...&lt;br /&gt;Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life!&lt;br /&gt;Bye.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-114033987906369023?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114033987906369023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=114033987906369023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114033987906369023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114033987906369023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/02/malacca-trip.html' title='Malacca Trip'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-114017952407257762</id><published>2006-02-17T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T20:49:17.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choir</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone, as some of you know i'm in choir and i like it there... It's so fun you gotta LOVE choir, it rawks!!!!!! And unlike common perception we don't only sit and sing we do other things as well.Like for example for the upcoming Victoria Concert Hall performance, there's gonna be a section where we will be singing and dancing at the same time and that is like more difficult then it sounds like just try singing "twinkle twinkle little star and dance to it with alot of energy and you'll find it so very difficult cause' firstly to sing the song you need breathe at a speed right but when you sing and dance you tend to take in more oxygen but as you're singing and dancing at the same time it doesn't allow you to do that. If you don't experience these you're not dancing with the right amount of energy. It's gonna be so cool so people who CAN come please do cause' it will mean alot to me... Oh and today during choir practice our chairperson actually scolded us and made us do push-ups and it's so unfair cause' i was giving it my all during all choir practices and i practised so much that i actually got a second sore throat from my first one... This was one of the worst choir pracs ever but Zara was right to scold us cause' when i'm giving it my all others were just fooling around and that just demoralises me. But anywayz VERY EXCITED about the concert still...&lt;br /&gt;Here's me signing out,&lt;br /&gt;Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-114017952407257762?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114017952407257762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=114017952407257762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114017952407257762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/114017952407257762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/02/choir.html' title='Choir'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-113964530804669295</id><published>2006-02-11T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T16:08:28.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To Me</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone i know 2 posts a day is kinda weird but it's my b'day and no one remembered so........sob.....&lt;br /&gt;Anyways Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-113964530804669295?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/113964530804669295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=113964530804669295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/113964530804669295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/113964530804669295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday To Me'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-113964480966324509</id><published>2006-02-11T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T16:00:09.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCGS</title><content type='html'>Hi long time no blog, been kinda busy lately with school... SCGS had been fun so far but i'm looking forward to adventures ahead. Now all my close friends would know that i'm in choir and choir had been kinda stressful as we are gonna be performing at the Victoria Concert Hall. I'm looking forward to having choreographers teaching us to dance while singing... I know there are alot of things to look forward to but life in SCGS has been quite boring, there are interesting stuff but i shan't tell you readers....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-113964480966324509?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/113964480966324509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=113964480966324509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/113964480966324509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/113964480966324509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/02/scgs.html' title='SCGS'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-113713616247072560</id><published>2006-01-13T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T15:09:22.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School - Teachers</title><content type='html'>Hi,I had alot of fun today in school...... Especially during English class, my English and Geography teacher is Mr Teo and he is very funny and weird.... Today he told us that he reads this magazine called 'Her World' and plays neopets...... Well he doesn't play it now but still he HAS an account..... He is quite a boring guy during Geography but very funny during English. My form teacher is Mrs Chia she reminds me of Ms Chia in my previous school... I miss Primary school... She let us play blow wind blow and whacko during CE (Character Education) today and i got to sing for the whole class cause' I didn't know one of my classmate's name. My chinese teacher is Ms Soh and she's very nice she is very humorous and she seldom scolds us. She asked us to wirte on a piece of paper what we would like her to do during classes and what are our expectations for ourselves..... My History teacher, Mr Ang, is also a male but slightly more humorous then my English teacher... My Lit teacher is Ms Teng who is also new to the school like us, she like the other teachers is nice to us too... Our PE teacher is Mrs De Silva but all of us call her Mrs De for short, she's quite a sporty woman VERY tanned... My music teacher is Mrs Goh and she sings in a weird way but she's nice too... And last nad definitely least my Science teacher Mrs Kee, she's a total splitting image of my P5 teacher Mrs Wee who freaks me out alot... Well that's all about my teachers oh and did I mention that we have 4 michelles and 3 Nats? Well there's this other girl in class Nandini who's name teachers are tempted to call her Nan.....&lt;br /&gt;That All for Now,&lt;br /&gt;Signed Out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-113713616247072560?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/113713616247072560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=113713616247072560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/113713616247072560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/113713616247072560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/01/school-teachers.html' title='School - Teachers'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-113686342535814658</id><published>2006-01-10T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T11:23:45.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing School</title><content type='html'>Sorry for not updating my blog i was sooo busy with the changes i had with my schools that i almost for got that i have a blog! So these few days have been ........ somewhat fun but VERY difficult to handle as well...... Firstly i didn't even like the uniform (oh by the way i got into SCGS...) and i sit next to the window and every day is like free air-conditioning due to the weather... Secondly the one sitting next to me has friends from SCPS and so i hav to spend my recesses and lunches by myself! But fortunately girls from our school still group together but they also seem to have found friends too!!!! That's about it and let's hope for the best... But all in all it was quite fun..... My class got all the fun teachers except for the two male teachers and the one that looks like Mrs Wee (Mrs Kee)&lt;br /&gt;Their names rhymes too! She freaks me out sometimes but she's ok... Tell you all more the next time i update my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til Next time,&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-113686342535814658?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/113686342535814658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=113686342535814658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/113686342535814658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/113686342535814658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/01/missing-school.html' title='Missing School'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-113404410533025970</id><published>2005-12-08T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T16:22:38.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing</title><content type='html'>Hello, today I went to watch Chicken Little with two of my good pals.... Sounds kinda boring right, well you don't know the half of it! I went to 7-eleven and got my irritating brother his favourite snack then after the movie I actually lost my wallet!!!!Can you believe it?! It's the first time this has happened in my entire life!!! OMG!! I was sooooo freaked out you know....... well other than that i'm ok with the whole day actually......&lt;br /&gt;Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life!&lt;br /&gt;Signing out again.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-113404410533025970?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/113404410533025970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=113404410533025970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/113404410533025970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/113404410533025970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2005/12/missing.html' title='Missing'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-113370370315382510</id><published>2005-12-04T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T22:16:16.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Blog / Star Awards</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/1915/1600/Jeanette%20Aw.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/1915/320/Jeanette%20Aw.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/1915/1600/Rui%20En.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/1915/320/Rui%20En.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6437/1915/400/Fann%20Wong.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hi, The Star awards today was sooooo nice my idols Rui En And Jeanette Aw got an award!!!AND most importantly........Fann Wong, people may not like her very much but..., got a very big award from President Nathan himself!!! Oh i'm sooooo happy for her and Christopher Lee ALMOST proposed to her on LIVE TV!!!! OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!It's a matter of time anywayz...... They look sooooooo perfect together.....And I finally got my old blog back! But unfortunately, i'm not going to use it anymore so i copied and pasted my posts here! Well all these posts were done when i really miss Burgundy 5 but now I think I like Amethyst 6 much much better anywayz here they are taken from brightsunshine.blogspot.com....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes (Monday, December 06, 2004)&lt;br /&gt;I am still thinking about my friends in BU that is actually I don't think much about the friends from AM but it is not because that I didn't like them. I predicted that this will happen but I didn't expect it to happen soooo soon. At the last day of school in primary 4, I knew that my friends will not like me as much as in primary four so i tried to not make any friends when I was in BU5 but unfortunately I did and on the last day of school I felt like crying but I held back my tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="110217009589753788"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Classes (Saturday, December 04, 2004)&lt;br /&gt;Now I know after reading my blog you might think that i'm a very boring person, well now let me tell you that you're rite!! There's positively nothing fun you'll say that is fun that i would enjoy! I love "love stories" especially those which are very long. Yah yah I know "BORING!!!" I know but i just like em' like the chinese story "再生缘" It's sooooooo nice you should try watching it but no guarantee that you'll like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="110171681854988278"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wise Words (Monday, November 29, 2004)&lt;br /&gt;There are some "wise phrases" like "Always Look on The Bright Side Of Life" &amp;amp; "What Goes Around Comes Around". I find these phrases really meaningful and helpful, especially when i'm in my downs. I've nothing much to say but just thinking about how am i going to continue life in primary six. It's not a problem anybody can solve but i'll try my very best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="110144894425613887"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stressed Up (Thursday, November 25, 2004)&lt;br /&gt;I have a very difficult question for myself: Should I change my CCA or not. And if yes to what, I hate sports I hate art and basically there are very little CCAs to choose from for me. But lately i've been thinking whether I should join the choir or not. My current CCA is Iclub which is actually computer club. My two friends are going to go out of this CCA so i've been thinking should I do the same but if I do this i will have lesser time to see my friends from last year.If you're reading this please give me some suggestion i'm desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="110110692159071278"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bored (Monday, November 22, 2004)&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seems to be happening in my life other than T.V, computer and sleep. Just wish i can find a reason to get outdoors and do something fun.eg. Going out to: Snow City, Omnimax, Sentosa, The Cinema, Wild Wild Wet and places like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="110102591214378019"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sad (Sunday, November 21, 2004)&lt;br /&gt;Well the holidays started and i can't believe how much i miss my friends already! If I were to see even one of them, you won't know how happy i'll be. My grades are not satisfying and that's only the half of it! I am surprisingly in AM6!!!!! I don't feel happy even though i've been planing for this day for like a long time. I thought that i'll stay in BU6 but it turns out that i'm in AM6. I'm prepared for everything coming at me but this I can't take!!!!!! I admit that infront of my BU5 friends i say that i'd like to go into AM but now things had changed. If only I had a time machine to stay in primary school. It pains me to see my "friends" cry but at that time I did not feel sad for them. Whereas I had to hold back my tears for the friends of BU5. Now, I only can see them during recess and before assembly i'd love to go back to BU6 if I have to. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-113370370315382510?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/113370370315382510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=113370370315382510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/113370370315382510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/113370370315382510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2005/12/old-blog-star-awards.html' title='Old Blog / Star Awards'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-113352680410312503</id><published>2005-12-02T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T20:33:24.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day At Orchard Road</title><content type='html'>Hi, I know i've never said about a thing i like lately so i thought i might talk about it...... Well today i went to Orchard road and I was amazed! It was soooo nice and I just couldn't believe my eyes...... Being a person living in the east you sure don't get to see much especially the wonderful sights on Orchard road!!! There were so much to see, so much to do and definitely so much to eat!!! I loved it and I sure wish I can do it again though it's soooo hard cause' my parents are always working...... Can't blame them though cause' if they don't we'll be broke..... But I sure do wish they spend more time with me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me signing out again,&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-113352680410312503?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/113352680410312503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=113352680410312503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/113352680410312503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/113352680410312503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2005/12/day-at-orchard-road.html' title='A Day At Orchard Road'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-113342863304732001</id><published>2005-12-01T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T17:17:13.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maple</title><content type='html'>Hi it's me again..... I just logged out of maple and i don't wanna log in again!! It's torture well some people find it fun but i find it terrible the only reason i play this game is because my friend plays it and i don't want our one year friendship to end.... But now she feels that i'm insensitive and so our friendships gonna end any ways.... Feeling totally sad about it though..... Come to think about it, i'm begining to think that she doesn't like me from the very begining... Well that's life unfair, cruel and unfeeling....... sorry to all maple lovers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's me signing out,&lt;br /&gt;sayonara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-113342863304732001?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/113342863304732001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=113342863304732001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/113342863304732001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/113342863304732001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2005/12/maple.html' title='Maple'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-113326678475252608</id><published>2005-11-29T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T20:19:44.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Skating</title><content type='html'>Me again telling you not to go ice-skating whatever you do just don't ice-skate!!! It really is a pain in the butt (literally)........ I went today and not only did my legs ache so did my arms, knees and ankles. I thought hey maybe it would be fun to ice-skate but i was dead wrong......-.- But if you want to give it a shot go for it but please wear thicker pants trust me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til next time&lt;br /&gt;Adios&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-113326678475252608?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/113326678475252608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=113326678475252608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/113326678475252608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/113326678475252608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2005/11/ice-skating.html' title='Ice Skating'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19369220.post-113313901220098278</id><published>2005-11-28T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T20:28:04.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>Hi whomever's reading..... this is my life story that i'll try to update as much as i can. In case you're not in my life this is what's happening..........&lt;br /&gt;1)PSLE is over and i'm very satisfied with my score&lt;br /&gt;2)Reading other people's blog which break my heart&lt;br /&gt;3)Trying to decide which secondary school to go to&lt;br /&gt;4) Lazing around watching television programmes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's me signing out for now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19369220-113313901220098278?l=truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/113313901220098278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19369220&amp;postID=113313901220098278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/113313901220098278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19369220/posts/default/113313901220098278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truestoriesofmylife.blogspot.com/2005/11/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>andrea2134</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
