<?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-38595844</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:53:30.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>englishblog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38595844/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>*jingles].]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03401109516759719720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38595844.post-1818145706360607364</id><published>2007-08-25T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T09:17:01.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Q2: Write about a time when the behavior of someone you knew/know changed drastically and inexplicably.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was exactly 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was flipping through my old dairy a few days ago and chance upon a page, a page where it is full of questions about her that till today, I have yet to understand everything behind all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was 5 years old at that time when I first knew her at my kinder garden. She was my first friend over there and most probably the only friend that have left deepest impression inside my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first day in school and I was crying like any other kid, thinking that my parents are going to abandon me and throw my in some school. But then, I noticed a girl at one corner alone looking in my direction. She came in my direction, closer and closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her cheeks were rosy, she was considered rather white, her smile can melt your heart and her eyes are so attractive full of water element, the most amazing thing is her eyes can tell you everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, “Hello! I am Karielle. Don’t be afraid, it is my first day attending this school too. I think we should smile and welcome this brand new day and get something rewarding at the end of this day and not cry. Be brave and let us go in together to the classroom and see what is waiting for us in there!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point of time, I felt she was so smart, so courageous. I stopped crying and went in. Later, she introduced herself to me and in a blink of an eye, the bell rang and the day was over. She made me feel that going to school is a WANT instead of a MUST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked everything under the sun and being with her was so comfortable. However, good thing did not last forever. It was a few months later, everything changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did not smile like she used to, she did not have a positive mindset like she used to have. She pushed all the blames to the whole world except herself. She threw tantrums around and no one dared to go near her. She started to scold vulgarities and bully those who are smaller in size than her.I knew something was wrong, I knew she needed someone to tell her that, I knew I was the one in school that she can rely on now. I was determined not to let her behave like this; I was determined to change her back like she used to be. But I could not; or rather I did not have a chance to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later consecutive few days, she became rebellious and started tucking out shirt, started not doing homework and worst of all punched a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days later, she did not come to school. I went to ask my form teacher about her whereabouts. All she could tell me was her father was to be blamed for the entire trauma at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought all this belonged to fictitious serials frequently broadcasted on television for sentimentalists to watch and cob over, not to the real world. I guess she never expect this to cross her path and bring about such an abrupt and permanent twist in her life from then onwards-a change almost too melodramatic for her to believe a reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years later, I met her on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes can never escape mine. They are just so unique that once you see it, you will never forget. She was so skinny, so pale. Inside her eyes were full of sorrows. 10 years is such a long period and naturally she did not recognize me or maybe choose not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till now, I did not know the exact truth that made her became like this. I regretted not finding out and support her when she was sinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I know now is her change was more than just her father’s fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-seemui(:&lt;br /&gt;(11)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38595844-1818145706360607364?l=ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com/feeds/1818145706360607364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38595844&amp;postID=1818145706360607364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38595844/posts/default/1818145706360607364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38595844/posts/default/1818145706360607364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com/2007/08/q2-write-about-time-when-behavior-of.html' title=''/><author><name>*jingles].]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03401109516759719720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38595844.post-3000071545982073402</id><published>2007-08-25T00:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T00:09:01.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;" BeIng popular is essential for one to develop self confidence." Do you agree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be confident is to have a great deal of trust and belief in yourself. Whereas, being popular is to be liked by most people and to be accepted by others. This could boost one’s self esteem. But, I agree to a small extend that being popular for one to develop self confidence is essential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self confidence can be built up through various ways. For example, having a good personal appearance. Appearance greatly affects the way we feel about ourselves and also it affects how others may think of us. When we look good, we feel good about ourselves and it in turns build up our self confidence and allows us to be able to keep our attention off from ourselves. Self consciousness such as not being able to achieve what others view of us often affects our self confidence. Instead, we should not be too concern over the goals that others set for us and to be optimistic in whatever we do and also be able to take in critisms to improve in ourselves. Also, we should set goals for ourselves and not goals to gain other’s approval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a supportive family is also essential in building up a child’s self confidence especially. As if a parent were to be extremely critical and over demanding of their child, the child would come to think that they are of lower caliber and incompetent. This would greatly affect the child’s confidence in being able to excel since young. Instead if the parent were to be understanding and accept and love their child even as they are, this would greatly help in building up the child’s love for oneself and their self confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be able to take risks and not to be afraid of failure is also an important element in building self confidence. In the process of failure, we learn to accept ourselves and learn to be more positive in life. Life is never smooth sailing thus I feel that every failure in life is a stepping stone to a better life. Every mistake learnt enables us to know more about ourselves. After all it’s the effort and life – enriching process that counts and not the end product. For example, I never knew that I was able to speak in front of others. Although I was forced to do so, I gained a new experience and it help to build my self confidence in being able to speak up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lack of self confidence often affects us to turn to being accepted by others to feel good about ourselves- popularity. Indeed, for some, being popular helps in allowing them to build their confidence as they feel that they have got friends who care about them and everyone around them are  looking at them in a different light which makes them feel good and special. However, it makes me wonder if they ever feel a sense of security with their friends. As popularity does not last forever and when it wears out, others would no longer consider them as someone special and this would in turn make them feel even more inferior than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, it is my stand that being popular is not essential for one to develop self confidence. As self confidence is to trust our own abilities and to accept ourselves for what we are and not to depend on the approval of others to feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;issabella tan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38595844-3000071545982073402?l=ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com/feeds/3000071545982073402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38595844&amp;postID=3000071545982073402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38595844/posts/default/3000071545982073402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38595844/posts/default/3000071545982073402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com/2007/08/being-popular-is-essential-for-one-to.html' title=''/><author><name>*jingles].]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03401109516759719720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38595844.post-6545747608706047580</id><published>2007-08-24T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T10:21:23.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I wish… I wish to be loved”, Denise thought silently as she blew out her candles. This wish, the wish she had made for every birthday she ever had. She solemnly pulled out the candle from her cupcake and brought it to her mouth. Every birthday was just the same, her and her cupcake. And every year she has to undergo the raging torment of loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;            She wiped off the cream from the corners of her mouth and stared blankly ahead of her. . She could almost hear the harsh whisper of the cold, icy wind. Gloomy, grey clouds were looming above her, as if threatening to stab the ground below with lightning any moment. Stretches of slumps lay beyond her sight, each dampening her mood a notch lower. Scattered groups of people, each plastered with a saddening look on their face, dragging their feet to their next destination. It all merged to paint a picture of bleakness, a depressing sight to behold.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Denise’s eyes drifted away. As she laid her eyes on the pile of garbage, she spotted a piece of red cloth sticking out from the piles of garbage. To feed her curiosity, she got up and approached it. Reaching her hand forward and ripping the garbage bag apart, Denise revealed the mysterious object. She stared at it for a long time, contemplating what it may turn out to be. As she gently brushed off the dust, her heart skipped a beat. It was a doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            It stared back at her with its wide blue eyes. Its hair was the colour of charcoal, and its face the colour of soil. Its untamed hair fell loosely at its shoulders. Its dress was decorated with multiple patches of stains and pieces of torn cloth that hung loosely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            It was old and tattered indeed, but Denise could not tear her eyes away from it. Its wide blue eyes seemed to talk to her, as if whispering softly in her ears. Telling her that it knew what she was going through, telling her everything was going to be alright. A strange feeling overcame her. What was this feeling, she asked herself. Comfort? Happiness? Love? All she knew was that it was something she has not felt for a long, long time. All she wanted was for the doll to be hers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            She continued staring at her new found friend, observing every single detail it had and admiring it. She had always imagined herself owning a doll, dressing it up and having tea with it. However, considering her financial status, it remained to be a figment of her imagination. That is, until today. Her frown broke into a grin when the realization that she can proudly announce that she owned a doll hit her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            She motioned her hand slowly towards the doll, carrying it into her arms ever so lovingly like a mother embracing her child. She gently brushed against its cheek and smiled. “I’ll name you Yvonne. From now on, you are going to be part of my family and my best friend,” Denise said to her new found partner as she skipped happily home.&lt;br /&gt;            -SHEENA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38595844-6545747608706047580?l=ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com/feeds/6545747608706047580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38595844&amp;postID=6545747608706047580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38595844/posts/default/6545747608706047580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38595844/posts/default/6545747608706047580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com/2007/08/love-at-first-sight-i-wish-i-wish-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>*jingles].]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03401109516759719720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38595844.post-3574165432380335811</id><published>2007-08-24T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T07:24:03.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;love at first sight&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a time whereby you felt terribly at unease,your palms sweaty and your heart thumping madly? Or have you ever tried wanting to speak to a particular someone but felt that your throat had a ball within? Finally, have you really felt that you wanted something or someone particularly badly and yet it was never within your reach? Did you have this inexplicable feeling whereby you had a sudden rush of affection towards someone? Maybe that would be what some would claim to be "love at first sight".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possibly, it is during the younger ages whereby our immature hearts would develop a slight tinge of affection to the opposite gender. We would tend to observe or even carry out dumb things for no particular reason. Some might even go to the extent of scaring the person they happened to take a liking towards. Would that be really what anyone would want? Nevertheless, we should still question some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does love at first sight indeed exist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weighing the different factors that contribute to love at first sight, it is indeed questionable that love at first sight does not even exist at all but the hormonal imbalance at a young age. Besides, love at first sight might not even be made possible for the fact that humans are people who tend to change their mindsets very easily. As such, their 'love at first sight' might be in fact just a sudden bit of infatuation for we have no idea as to how it might result in a sudden change. Would that than become a 'love at second sight?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it is not unlikely for love at first sight to indeed exist. It might just be the fact that it is something so innocent that it really does exist. As such, the question of love at first sight existing should still end with a question mark and the answer to it really does vary. Nonetheless, love is still a complicated thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;audreyyao :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38595844-3574165432380335811?l=ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com/feeds/3574165432380335811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38595844&amp;postID=3574165432380335811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38595844/posts/default/3574165432380335811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38595844/posts/default/3574165432380335811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com/2007/08/love-at-first-sight-have-you-ever-had.html' title=''/><author><name>*jingles].]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03401109516759719720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38595844.post-500668509288863027</id><published>2007-08-24T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T07:33:47.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Love At First Sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love can be a complicated word, Love can be a simple word. Sometimes I feel that, it is not necessary only adults can understand the word well enough. I think your heart is the best dictionary to define the word but when you truly understand love well, you will find that is has &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; definitions at all. It is a word that expresses feeling and &lt;em&gt;feelings dosen't require any definitions.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered when I was in kindergarten, I fell in 'love' a lot of times. Oh how happy was I to fall in 'love'!. Then, I said I love to go shopping, I love to crap, I love to.. I have used the word so many times that I &lt;strong&gt;don't&lt;/strong&gt; really understand what it is truly about already.&lt;br /&gt;When I was older, I fell in love again. This time it is with more than one guy. This time it is with a guitar, keyboard, and drums.This time, I fell in love with a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Band&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this time, I know it's &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Beacuse my &lt;strong&gt;heart says so&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typical Sunday with a girl suffering from boredom. She sat on the sofa and like any other person, would take the remote control and switch on the television. With pictures of boring television programmes in mind, she doesn't expects to have anything that would capture her attention. She is dozing off soon, after switching the channels from some Kids Central to Channel5 and to Suria Channel...&lt;br /&gt;Just as dreams were floating into her mind, something work her up. It was the strumming of guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The she was me. It was me who fell head over heels, with &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my eyes was glued to the screen. It was a Superband competition and all the bands were competing against each other, but I just spotted the band. They were so engrossed in their music, you could see, sometimes facial expressions reveals &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt;. Like my mind could read theirs, they only wanted to let the rest hear their music. It's being a long time since I last saw people being so passionate about music, so engrossed in bringing out the joy of music for the rest. Probably, it was because my mum had refused to let me take up any musical instrument since young, just like how she made me take some Abacus course when I wanted to take up violin lessons. I &lt;strong&gt;envy&lt;/strong&gt; them for they are able to play music &lt;em&gt;freely.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They sing, they play with just the idea of performing to their best and not beat the rest." The conclusion I came up with.One only needs to listen with your heart, you will find that every note played means something. The music they let us hear spelled &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;P-A-S-S-I-O-N&lt;/span&gt; out to us. I got the message, how about &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the television show ended, I was searching in mind for it. I couldn't find it. I searched hard and that was it! 'Isn't there a english phrase that describes my feeling now..Is it Love at first sight?!' I found it. &lt;strong&gt;That feeling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell &lt;em&gt;hard&lt;/em&gt; for their passion, really &lt;strong&gt;hard&lt;/strong&gt; this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, love &lt;em&gt;dosen't&lt;/em&gt; have &lt;strong&gt;any&lt;/strong&gt; endings. I did continue to watch them on, as they grow with their music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nevertheless, I will never forget..how I fell in love with them at first sight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By Debra Peh, with muchmuchmuchloves!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38595844-500668509288863027?l=ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com/feeds/500668509288863027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38595844&amp;postID=500668509288863027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38595844/posts/default/500668509288863027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38595844/posts/default/500668509288863027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com/2007/08/love-at-first-sight-love-can-be.html' title=''/><author><name>*jingles].]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03401109516759719720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38595844.post-9079540818102571523</id><published>2007-08-13T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T03:48:15.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dearest principals and teachers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very sure that all of you have known of this policy whereby only 3 tests per week and not more than 2 tests a day is allowed. This policy is not properly carried out by all the teachers so i feel this is a serious problem that should be looked into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a particular time, we had up to 6 tests a week. This is overly taxing on the students as we have to little time to study. If teachers put so many tests in a week, not only will it make the students more stressful, it will also result in students not wanting to study as they are really very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Furthermore, secondary 3 students takes up leadership roles in this year which means they have to plan for their CCA which leaves even lesser time to study after school ends. This adds extra burden on the students. Although the school emphasize that acadamic is more important than CCA but CCA plays a big part in a student's secondary school life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order for us to pass test, we usually have to burn the midnight oil to revise for the upcoming tests. Some students stay up till 3-4am which leaves them around 3hours of sleep. This will result in students dozing off in class therefore not catching what the teacher has taught for the day. Doesn't this defeats the pupose of having tests since tests are used to check whether students understand what the teachers are teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, i hope that you will look into this matter and do some changes in order to benefit the students and maximize the use of tests fully. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAISEH LATE WORK. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;-SHEENA!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38595844-9079540818102571523?l=ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com/feeds/9079540818102571523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38595844&amp;postID=9079540818102571523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38595844/posts/default/9079540818102571523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38595844/posts/default/9079540818102571523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com/2007/08/dearest-principals-and-teachers-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>*jingles].]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03401109516759719720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38595844.post-6936959052993977545</id><published>2007-08-12T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T06:46:08.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SORRY FOR HANDING IN LATE, MrBenTan D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Teachers,&lt;br /&gt;As you all have know for the past few months the school have been making constant reminders to the secondary four students about preparation for their preliminary examinations by sticking paper in front of the Teachers' Office etc. Personally, I feel that although the school has good intentions but this is definitely not a good solution in reminding the students on how many days they are left with in preparation of their examinations as this is rather overdoing things which would provide the wrong set of results. On a closer look, it in actual fact has many disadvantages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, not all the students are capable of handling stress well. They have already been facing with much stress from studying for Prelims and now with these constant reminders, it causes their stress to build up as now they have to be yet reminded that they have an upcoming major exam. Although it might be effective to a certain extent in making a group of lazy students pick themselves together and start studying but to some others whom have already been working hard enough, this would overtress them even more. What this group of secondary four students need is not constant reminders but encouragment from the school to provide them the drive and power to study. This constant reminders would only serves to cause the students even more tired not just physically from studying, but also mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, by posting up constat reminders, it would create a impression on the students that the school is overly concerned about their results and indirectly, the glory they would bring to the school. This in turn builds up feeling of unhappiness among them and would in turn strain the relationship between the school and the students. This certainly would bring the school spirit down and if news spread, the school's reputation would be greatly affected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, I would like the school to reconsider their purpose in doing so as it would produce undesirable results. I suggest the school could post up words of encouragment instead to give them motivation. Please take my suggest into your consideration and I would like to hear from you soon. Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debra(6)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38595844-6936959052993977545?l=ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com/feeds/6936959052993977545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38595844&amp;postID=6936959052993977545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38595844/posts/default/6936959052993977545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38595844/posts/default/6936959052993977545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com/2007/08/sorry-for-handing-in-late-mrbentan-d.html' title=''/><author><name>*jingles].]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03401109516759719720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38595844.post-2889774923826347470</id><published>2007-08-10T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T06:43:16.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Dearest teachers,&lt;br /&gt;                          With the upcoming national day celebration, our school’s uniform group has been actively participating n the event and thus, it is my concern that the well- being of the cadets are met.&lt;br /&gt;During the past few rehersals, a few of our cadets felt unwell due to the sweltering heat and have fainted or vomited. I feel that this should not be happening as having a heat stroke is a serious matter and should not be treated lightly. Furthermore, heat stroke could lead to death if it is extremely severe. For that reason, medical cadets should be stationed at the side to provide first hand medical assistance. But most importantly, to avoid such circumstances, cadets must be well hydrated before the start of each rehersals and also to replenish their body fluid in between rehersals. I believe that both you teachers and the parents of the cadets do not wish to see students being injured in the process of the rehersals. Thus, in order to prevent more of such misfortunes, I would like to emphasize the importance of water parade before NDP rehersals.&lt;br /&gt;All Uniform Group leaders are to instill water parade before the NDP rehersals to ensure that their cadets are well- hydrated. This would certainly help in hydrating the cadets and prevent any more students from feeling unwell during the rehersals. This would help in making the rehersals more smooth-sailing too.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I would like all those involved in the upcoming national day parade to be serious about the importance of having a water parade before the NDP rehersals. Would you rather be unwell and to not be able to be part of the NDP celebration or to be well and be able to be part of this memorable day and hydrate yourself well before the parade? The choice is yours.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt; issabella tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38595844-2889774923826347470?l=ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com/feeds/2889774923826347470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38595844&amp;postID=2889774923826347470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38595844/posts/default/2889774923826347470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38595844/posts/default/2889774923826347470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com/2007/08/dearest-teachers-with-upcoming-national.html' title=''/><author><name>*jingles].]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03401109516759719720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38595844.post-7413194317558980130</id><published>2007-08-10T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T06:26:44.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>context: the school is enforcing a 12-hour school day(including breaks etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;note:[below content is purely for english assignment, nothing against the school]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Afternoon Principals and Teachers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure that you all are aware that the school is going to have a 12-hour per school day system for the students of Anglican High School. I have heard of many opinions all over the school, the discontentment in students and not to mention, unhappiness in some teachers. I would therefore represent the student body and voice out our opinion as I feel that everyone's voice matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt, we all are not robots. We are humans, who will feel tired, be it mentally or physically. Students who get 'privileged' to sit on the chair all day long and not doing anything except when the subject teachers give some work, are already feeling tired of listening, what's more the teachers? The teachers are supposed to teach, stand and get the attention of the students. If students shut their mind out when the teachers are trying their best to teach them, I personally see no point or purpose in continueing the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do not see a need in extending school hours beyond the normal timetable since students will not concentrate after their lunch hours, which is around 12-1pm. During this period of time, if lessons still continue, not only do the students need to try their very best to listen in class, they still have to battle to open their eyelids in order not to sleep. As learnt in biology, it takes at least 4hours to digest the food we have eaten after each meals. This means that the body cannot do so much things at a time and thus will end out trying to digest the food and our brain will therefore shut out. Then by having lesson after lunch will be of no use since no one will be listening and this will waste the teachers' effort and time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, by extending school time to 12 hours per day, does it mean that we will end school at 6.30pm or even later? This clearly means that there will not be time for our CCAs. The MOE enforced so much on CCAs, but now if we extend school time, it means there will not be anymore time for CCA. Our CCA achivements will in turn drop drastically and we only have the acedamic performance to support the school's reputation. But we have to always look ahead, what if the students' acedamic standard is not there? Does that mean that we will no longer be a SAP school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I really hope we have the "TEACH LESS,LEARN MORE" policy. This will benefit the students as well as the teachers.I hope the school will look into this matter as it is currently affecting students from the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-seemui(:&lt;br /&gt;[11]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38595844-7413194317558980130?l=ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com/feeds/7413194317558980130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38595844&amp;postID=7413194317558980130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38595844/posts/default/7413194317558980130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38595844/posts/default/7413194317558980130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com/2007/08/context-school-is-enforcing-12-hour.html' title=''/><author><name>*jingles].]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03401109516759719720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38595844.post-6268353913441189309</id><published>2007-08-08T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T01:03:39.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Teachers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            My purpose in writing this speech today is to hope that the school management board could enforce upon all uniformed groups to have water parades before all of their vigorous activities. As students, we should always take it upon us to be extremely careful about our well-being in our years of schooling. Recently, there has been a huge event coming up namely the National Day Parade whereby the uniformed groups would all display their drills. Nevertheless, there would be a long period of time whereby they are expected to stand still under the hot sun without fidgeting. Although this is an annual routine, i hope that the school would enforce upon these uniformed groups the necessity for water parades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Firstly, water parades would ensure that the people participating in these activities would not suffer from heat exhaustion whereby they dehydrate due to the lack of water. Water parades would be great as it helps to maintain a certain amount of liquid within the body even if they are unable to take in a constant supply of water. As such, it would help to minimise the possibilities of the students suffering from heat exhaustion. I strongly believe that the student's well-being would be more important than any other factors and i do hope that the school management board would think so too. These students health would be entrusted upon us once they are within the school premises. Therefore, these students health and safety should be our first-hand priority and water parades should be enforced upon all uniformed groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Secondly, water parades would also be a sort of discipline for these uniformed groups. In these uniformed groups, discpline is supposed to be one of the most important aspects. With water parades enforced, these uniformed groups would slowly begin to have the basic discipline within them and by so carry these discipline with them in whatever aspects of school. This is therefore beneficial to all, be it students or the school. Thus, enforcing water parades would be good and a superb way of maintaining disciplinary actions within the students of our school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            In conclusion, i do hope that the school management board would take up the action of enforcing water parades in all schools for their different uniformed groups so as to make sure that their health comes first in any matters. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;audreyyao (20)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38595844-6268353913441189309?l=ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com/feeds/6268353913441189309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38595844&amp;postID=6268353913441189309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38595844/posts/default/6268353913441189309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38595844/posts/default/6268353913441189309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com/2007/08/dear-teachers-my-purpose-in-writing.html' title=''/><author><name>*jingles].]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03401109516759719720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38595844.post-3029063471904116520</id><published>2007-02-22T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T05:42:50.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the Green MILE! i thot tt that was a great movie. although rated M18, the executions wasnt as disgusting as i thot it wld be. aft watching the movie, i realised tt we shld not take the lives of others for whatever tt they hav done wrong in the past if they hav repent. though in reality, they must face the music n accept their punishnment. &lt;br /&gt;i think Percy is such an idiot n tt del did not deserve such a horrible treatment frm him. how cld he hav "played" with the execution when its such a serious matter. n he caused him to sufffer intense pain when he did not even deserve it. but percy got his retribution serve him right! haha! though i thot tt he deserved more for all the bad things tt he hav done. lk wantin mr jingles dead, squashing mr jingles when its jux a mouse and it did not even disturb him. smashing del's fingers n mocking at john coffey for being huge. the prison shldn even hv allowed him to take up tis job as it is not a game. where u keep mocking at the inmates "abuse" them.&lt;br /&gt;paul edgecomb is such a good n thoughful prison guard who thinks about his inmates. he knew tt john coffey was innocent n did all he could to prevent him frm sittin on the Old Sparky. he trusted him. i felt a sense of injustice when he was being executed as he was innocent. he was a miracle that was send frm god for he had extrodinary power n he was able to heal one frm all illness. n he tried to save the 2 little girls frm dying but he was not able to. but their parents mistook him for the murder n charged him. it was obvious to paul n the others tt he was not guilty but nothing cld be done to save him frm old sparky. it was such a wrongful dead. the judge did not clarify things properly before sentencing him to death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will they be able to ans to the society for makin a wrong judgement n cause a life to be loss esp. if it were to be someone who had special powers n the ability to heal ppl? also if they were to admit their mistake what can be done? for an innocent life has already been loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* issabella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38595844-3029063471904116520?l=ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com/feeds/3029063471904116520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38595844&amp;postID=3029063471904116520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38595844/posts/default/3029063471904116520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38595844/posts/default/3029063471904116520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com/2007/02/green-mile-i-thot-tt-that-was-great.html' title=''/><author><name>*jingles].]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03401109516759719720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38595844.post-7899703650111809690</id><published>2007-02-21T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T04:49:00.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>erm. THE GREEN MILE is a reli reli nice show!!! alth i tot it was gng to be someting reli gruesome cos it was rated. but i was wrong larh, its very touching.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can dey make john coffey die?!?!?! he is reli lyk the angel who saves people but died in the end.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can people say its john who killed the two girls just bcos he ws holding onto dem. did dey even went to check on the case? did dey even ask john was it him. if dey actually investigate on the case, john coffey would not been locked up in jail wating fer death. its so unfair.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in jail,he even volunteered to take care of mr jingle's. he was so affected by Del's death dat even mr jingles could feel it through him.alth paul offered to help him in anyway,he didnt accept it. he would rather die. may be because he was too tired living in this world.&lt;br&gt;an innocent man just died this way....&lt;br /&gt;percy shld die but he bcame mentally diabled which can be considered worst than being dead. he haf to live forever in dat state.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he was reli evil to not wet the sponge on Del's execution. make him die a terrible death. alth Del and the other guy[forgot the name] were repentent but they still hafto die.if some1 can feel their repentence ders no use either cos ders no way to measure repentence. i think people shld haf a second chance if he or she is reli sorry for it. as every1 makes mistakes in life.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sheena&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38595844-7899703650111809690?l=ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com/feeds/7899703650111809690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38595844&amp;postID=7899703650111809690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38595844/posts/default/7899703650111809690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38595844/posts/default/7899703650111809690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com/2007/02/erm.html' title=''/><author><name>*jingles].]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03401109516759719720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38595844.post-5307847373682222376</id><published>2007-02-20T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:16:41.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Green Mile is a really fantastic show! It's not like some other movies that I watched and forget about it completely after a few weeks. I guess this show is going to stay in my brain for a freaking long time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i really hate it when John Coffey died. I thought someone might came in at the last moment and save him but Old Sparky killed him still. My thought after that was like " I thought God would save a miracle and keep him On Earth, why is he bringing him to Heaven so soon?" It was like an end to the climax of the show when John Coffey had his last breath D:&lt;br /&gt;Most of the audience i bet would be thinking like since John Coffey did not commit any crime then why should he die? I think so too because he's such a nice guy and this miracle should be shared with the people and let them know that a miracle exists in this world. If only the judge could hear him, if only the judge could see the truth himself like John allowed Paul Edgecomb to. Yes, Wild Bill died too, but why did John had to die with him too? I guess the word justice does not exist during those times. To us, living in a society where the word Justice is very 'strong', of course we felt it wasn't fair at all. But if John exists at our time, will he suffer a different fate? Haha, there are so many question marks in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh, let's be positive! :D Going to heaven is just another new chapter of his life. Afterlife is not something to be afraid of but where we learn new things and meet new people, JUST LIKE THE BOOK &lt;strong&gt;FIVE PEOPLE YOU MEET IN HEAVEN&lt;/strong&gt;! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess he's my favorite character in this show!&lt;br /&gt;Look at the differences in the picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ahref="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_23MeYxRIl0M/RdsCYf_zMbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/eseWibffK9Q/s1600-h/th-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_23MeYxRIl0M/RdsCYf_zMbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/eseWibffK9Q/s200/th-12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033619628445872562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23MeYxRIl0M/RdsC-v_zMcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ThqTk9ZleVU/s1600-h/th-MichaelCla_Grani_9627320_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23MeYxRIl0M/RdsC-v_zMcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ThqTk9ZleVU/s200/th-MichaelCla_Grani_9627320_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033620285575868866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOME FAVORITE LINES:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miracles happen in the most unexpected places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Edgecomb didn't believe in miracles. Until the day he met one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a story about a miracle where I work... The Green Mile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk a mile you'll never forget.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, happy chinese new year, it's back to sch tmr again D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38595844-5307847373682222376?l=ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com/feeds/5307847373682222376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38595844&amp;postID=5307847373682222376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38595844/posts/default/5307847373682222376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38595844/posts/default/5307847373682222376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com/2007/02/green-mile-is-really-fantastic-show-its.html' title=''/><author><name>*jingles].]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03401109516759719720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_23MeYxRIl0M/RdsCYf_zMbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/eseWibffK9Q/s72-c/th-12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38595844.post-5513688659362674057</id><published>2007-02-20T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T05:29:15.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I did not enjoy watching this kind of shows at first, but after watching The Green Mile, it really inspire me a lot and make me have another view about jails.&lt;br /&gt;Many will think that The Green Mile, actually known as The Last Mile, is a cruel place. But to me, I don’t really think so. The Green Mile is not only not cruel, but it is where prisoners can really reflect on what they had done wrongly, and use the time left for them to the fullest and stop creating trouble for the officers inside. Once they have repented, it can clearly be seen that their relationship with the officers will be good, depend whether they feel that the officers are good people or not. &lt;br /&gt;Let us take Del for example. He maintains a good relationship between the officers as well as John but not with Percy. The reason is because he knew that he is a mean person and he should not treat him well if he did treat him well. He even care for Mr Jingles, a mouse, and trained it to become a circus mouse. He did what he felt that was right and seriously shown a sense of remorse. In this show it can show that no human will be that wicked unless the person is mad. Before Del was put to death, he even care for the mouse and told the officers to take good care of it. What he really expressed out is something out of love. The expression is shown so clearly that he really loves his mouse and he was reluctant to part with it. But because of his past wrongdoings, he was made to die, he had no choice but before that did he think of making the mouse die with him? No. In fact he wants the mouse to live safely in a place where there is everything and the mouse will carry on living happily. That is the greatest wish he wanted before he die.&lt;br /&gt;Not everything in this world is fair. Now this led to another character of the story, who is John Coffey. John in this story is a gift from heaven. He possessed an ability of healing people. Why is it that he has to be send to jail? It is because people saw him holding on to the two girls whose hair was covered with blood. Why did the people then make it seem as if that it was John who killed the girl? All lies in human nature. We humans like to jump to conclusion when we see something happens. What’s worse is that John Coffey is the only one present with close contact with the girls. It make it seems so real that John Coffey is the one who murdered the girls. Who in the world at that time before the verdict was being made bother to go find out the real murder? No one. They already have in mind that the murderer is definitely John Coffey and no more suspects will occur in their mind. Then why did john coffey not clarify himself from the start? He just plainly say, “I tried to stop, but it was too late.” (something like that) why did he made it sound as if he was the murderer when he is not? It most probably because he was tired, living in this world, when after one is being healed by him, another will just die. Every part of the world there will be people dying because of murder. John healed many people and also punish Percy and Wild Bill out of justice, but was misunderstood by the rest. But time could not turn back. No one saw what actually happen on that day. Maybe the writer just wants it this way. A man who is innocent, who can use his supernatural gift and help others still have to die.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly I will talk about Percy. Should Percy actually die? Judging by all the mean things he had done, using his connections to make himself seems so big. But by comparing what he became later on in the story, I think that he deserve what he had done. To be honest, at the beginning I did want him to die so much! But later by comparing he had already be sent to mental healthcare and will be bed ridden for life, I think he seriously deserve what he should have gotten. Lets compare bedridden for life and suffer for the whole damn life and you can die immediately. Come on la, once you bedridden for your life you can’t do anything and you will want to die but you can’t and had to suffer miserably when no one knows. &lt;br /&gt;That’s all I have to write for now cause I am off to enjoy my last few minutes of new year holiday before it is over. haha:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-seemui(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38595844-5513688659362674057?l=ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com/feeds/5513688659362674057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38595844&amp;postID=5513688659362674057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38595844/posts/default/5513688659362674057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38595844/posts/default/5513688659362674057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-chinese-new-yeard-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>*jingles].]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03401109516759719720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38595844.post-6660918468346167029</id><published>2007-02-19T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T22:10:02.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>question: what are your thoughts &amp; reflections after watching " The Green Mile"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The green mile first striked me as some place where i would be able to see death executed in a mean &amp; cruel way.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; well yes, i guess it was quite cruel.&lt;br /&gt;especially the 2nd execution where percy wetmore was at the frontline.&lt;br /&gt;he made del die in an extremely horrible manner but was made to pay back later when he became mentally challenged.&lt;br /&gt;However what evoked the feelings in me was the fact that, even though humans err &amp; yet they are willing to repent, no opportunities are given.&lt;br /&gt;As the saying goes, "to err is human" so if we do not do anything wrong, how can we actually be qualified as human?&lt;br /&gt;i thought much on this &amp; a feeling was evoked within me.&lt;br /&gt;this feeling made me go even further &amp; i realised that the human law is unfair, nothing in this world can ever be fair.&lt;br /&gt;its a very cruel society that we are living in &amp; we can only accept this fact.&lt;br /&gt;its simple to do wrong &amp; yet difficult to be given another chance.&lt;br /&gt;so we can only think twice before we do anything or we might not be given another opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;we thus have to treasure what we have &amp; not take it for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;audreyyao [20]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38595844-6660918468346167029?l=ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com/feeds/6660918468346167029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38595844&amp;postID=6660918468346167029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38595844/posts/default/6660918468346167029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38595844/posts/default/6660918468346167029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com/2007/02/question-what-are-your-thoughts.html' title=''/><author><name>*jingles].]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03401109516759719720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38595844.post-453272014471480955</id><published>2007-01-29T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T06:34:03.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY MUSIC-MY WORLD&lt;br /&gt;have you ever wonder what is music?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, in wikipedia,it wrote that:&lt;br /&gt;Music is an art form that involves organized and audible sounds and silence. It is usually expressed in terms of pitch(which includes melody and harmony), rhythm (which includes tempo and meter), and the quality of sound (which includes timbre, articulation, dynamics, and texture). Music may also involve generative forms in time through the construction of patterns and combinations of natural stimuli, principally sound. &lt;br /&gt;Music may be used for artistic or aesthetic, communicative, entertainment, or ceremonial purposes. The definition of what constitutes music varies according to culture and social context.&lt;br /&gt;Within "the arts", music can be classified as a performing art, a fine art, or an auditory art form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as a band member, I feel that music is something one sing or play with their heart and all their passion is just in there. Music is not life, it is larger than life. Music is something which you can exaggerate but not life. Music is not about notes, it is what in between them. What do I mean by that? Musicians read them in a musical way so they can play out a beautiful tune or an accompaniment.&lt;br /&gt;But true musicians do know the real meaning behind the piece that they are playing. They can feel what is in between the notes. They put themselves into the author's mind where they can feel what they were thinking about when writing the piece, be it sadness joy or anger. Music is music when expressed naturally by the musicians playing it. Only feeling the music is the only way to be able to interpret music in between the music notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our conductor told my seniors before SYF2005: leave all your differences outside the band room door, once you have stepped in, work towards the same goal. Not so much of a medal, more of the music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t music about nice beautiful sounds (note: its not noise) which help us to relieve our stress in everyday life? What will happen if there isn’t any music in this world? I bet everyone’s life will be damn dull. Come on man, music is something expressive, something that most composers write out their feelings inside. Without music, how can one really express their feelings out with the whole world knowing how they feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, without music is like something missing in my life. Everyone’s world is filled with music. Without music I will not be able to know how others feel or how to express myself properly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, from the vjc band conductor: Music is not being, it is becoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think phantom of the opera is damn nice.whatever its random:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-seemui(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38595844-453272014471480955?l=ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com/feeds/453272014471480955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38595844&amp;postID=453272014471480955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38595844/posts/default/453272014471480955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38595844/posts/default/453272014471480955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-music-my-world-have-you-ever-wonder.html' title=''/><author><name>*jingles].]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03401109516759719720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38595844.post-826320316184634657</id><published>2007-01-29T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T05:50:59.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="250" height="175"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7ez5sevneJ0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7ez5sevneJ0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="250" height="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was just reminded of our malacca trip and elijah rock! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so this weeks title's bout songs.&lt;br /&gt;hmm..&lt;br /&gt;i do listen to both english and chinese songs but i listen more to chinese pop now so tt im able to sing in KBOX!!! (((=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anw the song this song tt i've choosen is quite a old song by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;eric clapton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;den i came to know bout this song cause my dad sang it in the karaoke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;actually i think he's still quite famous cause he just had his concert here n it was quite popular.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the tune and lyrics is quite nice. the lyrics tells us a love story?? lols. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; so... this is the lyrics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;wonderful tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;its late in the evening;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;she's wondering what clothes to wear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;She puts in her make-up and brushes her long blonde hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and then she'll ask me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"do i look all right?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and i say "Yes, you look wonderful tonight"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;we go to a party &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and everyone turns to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;this beautiful lady is walking around with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and then she asks me " do you feel all right?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and i say "Yes, i feel wonderful tonight"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i feel wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;because i see the love light in your eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and the wonder of it all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;is that you just don't realise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;how much i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's time to go home now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and i've got and aching head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So, i give her the car keys,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and she helps me to bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And then i tell her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;as i turn out the light,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i say "My darling, you are wonderful tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh my darling, you are wonderful to-night."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38595844-826320316184634657?l=ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com/feeds/826320316184634657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38595844&amp;postID=826320316184634657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38595844/posts/default/826320316184634657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38595844/posts/default/826320316184634657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-this-weeks-titles-bout-songs.html' title=''/><author><name>*jingles].]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03401109516759719720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38595844.post-7245259076906411943</id><published>2007-01-28T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:16:41.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;it's 11.51ppm now and i wanna sleep before 12 :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;right, i feel that the topic this week is hard to write on for me but here goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, i have not much of a preferece in music, i am not those who only listen to Pop, Pop and only Pop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As long as i feel that the song is nice, i listen. I know everybody nowadays neglect oldies but the songs in the 60s or whatever are nice too :D Not that im a fan of oldies, but my friend introduced me to an oldie song and i thought it was really nice with the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;extra meaningful lyrics&lt;/span&gt; :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe some of you all out there feels that oldies are for old people, but it's just a wrong mindset of you guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, this song is The -&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt; In My Life by the Beatles&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are places I remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All my life, though &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;some have changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Some forever&lt;/span&gt;, not for better,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some have gone and some remain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All these places had their moments&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With lovers and friends I still can recall,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some are dead and some are living,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;In my life I’ve loved them all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But of all these friends and lovers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;no one compares with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And these mem’ries lose their meaning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I think of love as something new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I know I’ll never lose affection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For people and things that went before,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I’ll often stop and think about them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;In my life I love you more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though I know I’ll never lose affection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For people and things that went before,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I’ll &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;often stop and think about them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my life I love you more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my life I love you more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s, actually this is the oldie song i listen to =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23MeYxRIl0M/RbzJw-MZicI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_OH2QSgiJ6U/s1600-h/untitledff.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025113127404538306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23MeYxRIl0M/RbzJw-MZicI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_OH2QSgiJ6U/s200/untitledff.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38595844-7245259076906411943?l=ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com/feeds/7245259076906411943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38595844&amp;postID=7245259076906411943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38595844/posts/default/7245259076906411943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38595844/posts/default/7245259076906411943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-11.html' title=''/><author><name>*jingles].]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03401109516759719720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23MeYxRIl0M/RbzJw-MZicI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_OH2QSgiJ6U/s72-c/untitledff.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38595844.post-8206718669993023966</id><published>2007-01-28T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T07:32:58.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="240"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h_CayCjo3XA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h_CayCjo3XA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Say It Right&lt;br /&gt;(Lyrics by N.Furtado)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the day&lt;br /&gt;In the night&lt;br /&gt;Say it all&lt;br /&gt;Say it right&lt;br /&gt;You either got it&lt;br /&gt;Or you don't&lt;br /&gt;You either stand or you fall&lt;br /&gt;When your will is broken&lt;br /&gt;When it slips from your hand&lt;br /&gt;When there's no time for joking&lt;br /&gt;There's a hole in the plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you don't mean nothing at all to me&lt;br /&gt;No you don't mean nothing at all to me&lt;br /&gt;Do you got what it takes to set me free&lt;br /&gt;Oh you could mean everything to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say that I'm not lost and at fault&lt;br /&gt;I can't say that I don't love the light and the dark&lt;br /&gt;I can't say that I don't know that I am alive&lt;br /&gt;And all of what I feel I could show&lt;br /&gt;You tonite you tonite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my hands I could give you&lt;br /&gt;Something that I made&lt;br /&gt;From my mouth I could sing you another brick that I laid&lt;br /&gt;From my body I could show you a place God knows&lt;br /&gt;You should know the space is holy&lt;br /&gt;Do you really want to know?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically I like this song mainly because it has a catchy rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow it just seems to have a connection with me.&lt;br /&gt;i liked it the moment i heard the song and i it never once happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;it was never so unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;and thus, i chose this song, to represent me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-audreyyao [20]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38595844-8206718669993023966?l=ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com/feeds/8206718669993023966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38595844&amp;postID=8206718669993023966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38595844/posts/default/8206718669993023966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38595844/posts/default/8206718669993023966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com/2007/01/say-it-right-lyrics-by-n.html' title=''/><author><name>*jingles].]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03401109516759719720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38595844.post-986613677269437258</id><published>2007-01-28T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T06:31:13.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>title fer to wkend: my music-my world.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. lets c. wad song i lyk. eeeerrrrrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;actually i lyk alot alot of songs.&lt;br /&gt;okay dis is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOO LITTLE TOO LATE&lt;br /&gt;Come with me&lt;br /&gt;Stay the night&lt;br /&gt;Just say the words but boy it don't feel right&lt;br /&gt;What do ya expect me to say (You know it's just too little too late)&lt;br /&gt;You take my hand&lt;br /&gt;And you say you've changed&lt;br /&gt;But boy you know your begging don't fool me&lt;br /&gt;Because to you it's just a game (You know it's just too little too late)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me go now'&lt;br /&gt;Cause time has made me strong&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to move on&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna say this now&lt;br /&gt;Your chance has come and gone&lt;br /&gt;And you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;It's just too little too late&lt;br /&gt;A little too long&lt;br /&gt;And I can't wait&lt;br /&gt;But you know all the right things to say (You know it's just too little too late)&lt;br /&gt;You say you dream of my face&lt;br /&gt;But you don't like me&lt;br /&gt;You just like the chase&lt;br /&gt;So be real&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter anyway (You know it's just too little too late)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeaaahhh... It's just too little too late... Mhmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;br /&gt;I was young&lt;br /&gt;And in love&lt;br /&gt;I gave you everything&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't enough&lt;br /&gt;And now you wanna communicate (You know it's just too little too late)&lt;br /&gt;Go find someone else&lt;br /&gt;And letting you go&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving myself&lt;br /&gt;You got a problem&lt;br /&gt;But don't come asking me for help&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;It's just too little too late&lt;br /&gt;A little too long&lt;br /&gt;And I can't wait&lt;br /&gt;But you know all the right things to say (You know it's just too little too late)&lt;br /&gt;You say you dream of my face&lt;br /&gt;But you don't like me&lt;br /&gt;You just like the chase&lt;br /&gt;So be real&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter anyway (You know it's just too little too late)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;I can love with all of my heart, baby&lt;br /&gt;I know I have so much to give (I have so much to give)&lt;br /&gt;With a player like you I don't have a prayer&lt;br /&gt;That's the way to live&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh... mmm noooI&lt;br /&gt;t's just too little too late&lt;br /&gt;Yeaahhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;It's just too little too late&lt;br /&gt;A little too long&lt;br /&gt;And I can't wait&lt;br /&gt;But you know all the right things to say (You know it's just too little too late)&lt;br /&gt;You say you dream of my face&lt;br /&gt;But you don't like me&lt;br /&gt;You just like the chase&lt;br /&gt;So be realIt doesn't matter anyway (You know it's just too little too late)&lt;br /&gt;You know it's just too little too late [2x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;It's just too little too late&lt;br /&gt;A little too longAnd I can't wait&lt;br /&gt;But you know all the right things to say (You know it's just too little too late)&lt;br /&gt;You say you dream of my face&lt;br /&gt;But you don't like meYou just like the chase&lt;br /&gt;So be realIt doesn't matter anyway (You know it's just too little too late)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually songs nowadays dun reli make sense&lt;br /&gt;its just the tune and the way its sang dat pple lyk.&lt;br /&gt;nobody cares abt the lyrics&lt;br /&gt;its talking abt puppy love i think.&lt;br /&gt;n it always ends bitterly blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;tune is nice larh. can watch the mv on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;its dramatic hahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheena-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38595844-986613677269437258?l=ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com/feeds/986613677269437258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38595844&amp;postID=986613677269437258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38595844/posts/default/986613677269437258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38595844/posts/default/986613677269437258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com/2007/01/title-fer-to-wkend-my-music-my-world.html' title=''/><author><name>*jingles].]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03401109516759719720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38595844.post-116945811569150324</id><published>2007-01-22T01:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T01:36:31.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>every1 is nutty nut nut. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;dis year seems extremly dorts.&lt;br /&gt;starting of the year den so mani tings happen.&lt;br /&gt;dis dat dis dat dis dat. do u look forward to go to skl?&lt;br /&gt;NONONO. i dun mind if its last year. (:&lt;br /&gt;nths been ryte. everyting seems wrong.&lt;br /&gt;im just counting tym hoping it wld pass faster.&lt;br /&gt;and it wld b tym whr u can go hm n just dun tink abt aneting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more hypocritical acts. i wished i could gif u a BIGBIGBIG scolding OR EVEN A TIGHT SLAP.&lt;br /&gt;frens are great support.&lt;br /&gt;onli veh veh close frens. yarh?&lt;br /&gt;we love each other, we encourage each other&lt;br /&gt;i knew u didnt haf such frens, dun b jealous.&lt;br /&gt;all u haf are just frens dat u suck up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u act as though we are frens.&lt;br /&gt;but wad u do is to backstab and onli backstab.&lt;br /&gt;wun u get tired of all dis. the sight of u makes me feel lyk puking.&lt;br /&gt;we forgive and forget but...&lt;br /&gt;its too much&lt;br /&gt;u just wait and see when tym comes.&lt;br /&gt;nt dat we are evil to you but its just wad u deserve.&lt;br /&gt;we did much much more den wad u did.&lt;br /&gt;nt lyk we care abt whr the praises go to, whr the credits go to.&lt;br /&gt;its just dat. its so unfair.&lt;br /&gt;BIAS-NESS&lt;br /&gt;tears of anger flows but it wun just stop der.&lt;br /&gt;der will be more bhind it.so wait patiently and enjoy life nw.&lt;br /&gt;is der ane wrong being tgt as a clique all the tym?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;-sheena&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38595844-116945811569150324?l=ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com/feeds/116945811569150324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38595844&amp;postID=116945811569150324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38595844/posts/default/116945811569150324'/><link rel='self' 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this homework thing out&lt;br /&gt;basically i think the class is so far quite fun and also the teachers are pretty okay lah&lt;br /&gt;on friday wanglaoshi actually let us listen to the caocao and sang it too.&lt;br /&gt;after that is cca&lt;br /&gt;okay we played a new song called"shrek dance party"&lt;br /&gt;its pretty nice and easy to sight read yet.&lt;br /&gt;den after that we played the syf pieces and it is really not up to standard&lt;br /&gt;so alumni came back and scolded us&lt;br /&gt;when we dismissed,there was a sec3 meeting for welcome party next saturday&lt;br /&gt;im a station master and i think the games for that day will be fun,Fun,FUn,FUN!:DDDD&lt;br /&gt;after that when i went home with huiling,we asked each other alot of questions which is like really true and we were like thinking and sharing our opinion&lt;br /&gt;its really nice to have a friend who actually understands you and share the same point as you&lt;br /&gt;seriously i dun think is the quantity that counts but the quality&lt;br /&gt;thats all for now:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-seemui(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38595844-116936130791754373?l=ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com/feeds/116936130791754373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38595844&amp;postID=116936130791754373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38595844/posts/default/116936130791754373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38595844/posts/default/116936130791754373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com/2007/01/hellod-i-din-noe-wad-to-blog-lahh.html' title=''/><author><name>*jingles].]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03401109516759719720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38595844.post-116935930884678281</id><published>2007-01-20T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T22:01:48.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a new yr! new classmates n everything.&lt;br /&gt;im beginning to like this class more n more cause the ppl r just so fun loving.&lt;br /&gt;classes have been ok..&lt;br /&gt;chi class hav been quite slacky lk on fri. we slack for the whole 1 hr n we even listened to cao cao. lol. it was fun though..n wang biyu was singing away she was SUPER enthu! n ppl were crowdin outside our classrm den.. ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the nt time we're gonna sing ting mama de hua- jay chou. den we r gonna learn some words in the song. interesting way of teachin ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yst had choir den we were told tt we had to sing ju hua tai n he xin nian song for cny&lt;br /&gt;hate it! cause its jux so paiseh to do tt lah..y r we chosen?? argh! so irritating!&lt;br /&gt;n marcus choy did sum 4 part thingy for ju hua tai. so we're gonna sing it in parts??? sounds interesting though but the thot of singing tt on stage is jux so eeeerrrrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-*bella!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38595844-116935930884678281?l=ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com/feeds/116935930884678281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;A Poem Of Friendship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Poem Of Friendship&lt;br /&gt;by Robert Davidson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to escape the prison of my skull&lt;br /&gt;you have become a necessary part of me&lt;br /&gt;lurking on the fringes of my dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;relationships i find are vast deserts&lt;br /&gt;demanding all, challenging all&lt;br /&gt;and for that purpose we are given one another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left to myself i become inward, morose&lt;br /&gt;whipped by self-pity's bitter lash&lt;br /&gt;so when the ultimate separateness of soul frightens me&lt;br /&gt;i return gratefully to the sympathy of touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a friend of entirely different temperament&lt;br /&gt;becomes a relief from the monotony of personality&lt;br /&gt;a balm for the wounds of human love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i know the thoughts of your heart before you speak them&lt;br /&gt;our solitudes broken, you help me find myself&lt;br /&gt;i guard your privacy in fear of my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright 2006&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://robertdavidson.blogsource.com"&gt;http: //www.robertdavidson.blogsource.com &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess friendship maybe aint so great after all.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, people do backstab each other at times and i dont like it a single bit.&lt;br /&gt;especially when its somebody whom you thought was quite alright with you.&lt;br /&gt;and than you turn around and the next thing you know she takes a knife and stabs you in the back.&lt;br /&gt;yes, it hurts, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus, we all know that we DID do something.&lt;br /&gt;not like what she claimed, we dint do a SINGLE THING.&lt;br /&gt;it wasnt really as such.&lt;br /&gt;crocodile tears were shed and people praised her crocodile tears.&lt;br /&gt;its saddening to know that places where you used to find comfort in is actually so corrupted.&lt;br /&gt;your acting skills are improving, tremendously.&lt;br /&gt;we do joke, we do laugh.&lt;br /&gt;but your jokes and laughter, are they even real?&lt;br /&gt;your sucking up skills really are polished up greatly hur?&lt;br /&gt;we dont care anymore, we dont give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;its you that will be hurt in the end, not us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides, whats the big deal about having cliques?&lt;br /&gt;i mean, isnt cliques a normal thing to have?&lt;br /&gt;its just that we are more obvious and more bonded than YOU are.&lt;br /&gt;who cares whether you really are bothered by us?&lt;br /&gt;you come acting in front of us, telling us. oh its alright, really.&lt;br /&gt;now that i come to think about it, it doesnt even make sense.&lt;br /&gt;you ARE bothered.&lt;br /&gt;you put us down in front of others and come acting kush-kush with us.&lt;br /&gt;all we are doing now is just simply, not talking anymore.&lt;br /&gt;back off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;audreyyao [20]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38595844-116935916712972522?l=ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com/feeds/116935916712972522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38595844&amp;postID=116935916712972522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38595844/posts/default/116935916712972522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38595844/posts/default/116935916712972522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com/2007/01/poem-of-friendship-poem-of-friendship.html' 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love it alot :D&lt;br /&gt;Credits to Tammy.&lt;br /&gt;And the main thing in the picture is of course the rainbow, lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something unhappy happened on Friday which got my friends &amp; I to be real upset about it.&lt;br /&gt;Our reaction to this was to complain all we could over dinner :D&lt;br /&gt;But before that, when we were still upset, we saw a rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;And it was a sign to us that everything would be alright after that and it was true (;&lt;br /&gt;I witnessed tears from my best friend and im not those type where im very good at comforting people.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, im always the one who say the wrong words D: haha.&lt;br /&gt;So luckily, Sheena was there to give her a great big hug, and I was crapping over there with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I know crapping is the last thing on Earth to do at that point of time, but we are happy people :]&lt;br /&gt;SO, it was alright after that, but brought 7 friends much closer together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this, i thought alot at home, and the thing that left a great impression on me was&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; the rainbow&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s Do i have 100 words over here? haha :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38595844-116935818306764999?l=ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com/feeds/116935818306764999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38595844&amp;postID=116935818306764999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38595844/posts/default/116935818306764999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38595844/posts/default/116935818306764999'/><link 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[just like the five people you meet in heaven, LOL]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.tan wanyi&lt;br /&gt;2.ng seemui&lt;br /&gt;3.debra peh.&lt;br /&gt;4. audrey yao&lt;br /&gt;5. sheena yi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any enquiries ask either one of us.&lt;br /&gt;thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38595844-116886754182152960?l=ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com/feeds/116886754182152960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38595844&amp;postID=116886754182152960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38595844/posts/default/116886754182152960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38595844/posts/default/116886754182152960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourenglishblog-.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-blog-is-made-for-five-people.html' title=''/><author><name>*jingles].]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03401109516759719720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
