<?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-13321637</id><updated>2011-11-10T20:05:24.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Semalf's</title><subtitle type='html'>Semalfs are a group of fabulous,gorgeous,fantastic,marvellous,amazing,extraordinary,talented and 100% fresh,pure rocks jokers...


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         2:3</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-113083876428559517</id><published>2005-11-01T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T16:21:20.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth Day in Taiwan~~(June)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let me continue my trip in Taiwan...&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth day, me and my family went to the night market! To EAT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="147" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/1166/320/P1010538.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My brother eating my favourite food---fermented tofu. It is spicy so he is perspiring while eating. I love fermented tofu!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="181" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/1166/320/P1010526.0.jpg" width="192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/1166/320/P1010524.0.jpg" width="234" border="0" /&gt;These are the food that we always when we go to the night market. Like Taiwan sausage, hot dog... ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="145" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/1166/320/P1010517.1.jpg" width="202" border="0" /&gt;These are also Taiwanese favourite food, I love them too...!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="187" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/1166/320/P1010545.jpg" width="245" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ice kachang!! These are the different things that can be added...I LOVE THIS!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="199" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/1166/320/P1010528.jpg" width="236" border="0" /&gt;Oh yah! Jackson...why don't you choose one of the wigs here and put two oranges infront of your chest...kk i was just kidding!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Linda^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-113083876428559517?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/113083876428559517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=113083876428559517&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/113083876428559517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/113083876428559517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/11/fourth-day-in-taiwanjune.html' title='Fourth Day in Taiwan~~(June)'/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-113059078771957231</id><published>2005-10-29T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T21:23:46.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HALLOWEEN!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;These photos remind me about the movie "Corpse Bride"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/1166/1600/P1010595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/1166/320/P1010595.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Whose skeleton??&lt;/em&gt; eerie...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/1166/320/P1010585.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That man in disguise is my new neighbour...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I am the organiser, I will present them the "Best Decoration of House" award.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/1166/1600/P1010612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/1166/320/P1010612.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH MY...Anyone's spirit?? &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/1166/320/P1010586.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone's GRAVE?? Whose??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/1166/1600/P1010603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/1166/320/P1010603.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vampire...Arggggh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/1166/1600/P1010602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/1166/320/P1010602.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OOO~~~~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;---LINDA---&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&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/13321637-113059078771957231?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/113059078771957231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=113059078771957231&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/113059078771957231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/113059078771957231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/10/halloween.html' title='HALLOWEEN!!'/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-112572248494031994</id><published>2005-09-03T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T12:42:03.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Left me behind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;They are all gone. They went back Thailand without me. Now i am stuck inside this lonely Singapore alone. Just their luck that they are not in Primary 6 this year. By the way, i already went back last weekend. It was the worst flight i ever went on, Turkish Airline. I want to take revenge on my cousins by going back Thailand right after PSLE. That will be very 'sabai'. But i don't think i can go back. Firstly, i am sure Mr Njoo will not allow me to go back. And secondly, i want to participate in the activities after the exam, but i miss my parents, what should i do???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;*Eart*&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/1166/1600/14190_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="219" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/1166/320/14190_002.jpg" width="165" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-112572248494031994?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/112572248494031994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=112572248494031994&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/112572248494031994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/112572248494031994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/09/left-me-behind.html' title='Left me behind...'/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-112433505031363917</id><published>2005-08-18T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T11:17:39.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad day!</title><content type='html'>This morning, i went to school to sit for Chinese Oral Examination. It was worst oral examine that i had ever experience. Firstly in the waiting room, Mrs Lee reprimanded me for listening to music. I just wanted to make myself more calm and relax. Once the music was gone, excited, nervous and panic engulfed me. I began to twist anything that was in my hands. I felt like i want to tear anything into pieces. It was the first time i felt this way. Am i crazy? Five minutes more, i cried, i think i was just too nervous. My reading was fine, but not my picture discussion. I was so scared that i could not even remember the word 'key' in chinese! And while i was saying half way on a focus, i peeped at the table of the leftside invigilator( looking from where the candidate sits ) . I saw she write nine and twenty-five! That meant, i got 16 for reading, 9 for picture, and 25 for total! I felt my heart break into millions pieces. I walked out of the class later with extremely heavy heart. I prayed that the other teacher would give me higher mark!&lt;br /&gt;It was the worst start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Eart*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-112433505031363917?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/112433505031363917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=112433505031363917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/112433505031363917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/112433505031363917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/08/bad-day.html' title='Bad day!'/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-112391911522311238</id><published>2005-08-13T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T01:32:32.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY!!! &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is the latest HP4 movie clip...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.52harrypotter.com/Soft/ShowSoftDown.asp?UrlID=1&amp;SoftID=68"&gt;http://www.52harrypotter.com/Soft/ShowSoftDown.asp?UrlID=1&amp;amp;SoftID=68&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go and take a look at it....&lt;br /&gt;Sometime too many people watch, so try until there is buffering % there...&lt;br /&gt;(i know im bad in english....)&lt;br /&gt;And this is a short interview clip with WHO-MUST-NOT-BE-NAMED....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.52harrypotter.com/Soft/ShowSoftDown.asp?UrlID=1&amp;SoftID=67"&gt;http://www.52harrypotter.com/Soft/ShowSoftDown.asp?UrlID=1&amp;amp;SoftID=67&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are more about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.52harrypotter.com/Soft/ShowSoftDown.asp?UrlID=1&amp;SoftID=70"&gt;http://www.52harrypotter.com/Soft/ShowSoftDown.asp?UrlID=1&amp;amp;SoftID=70&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.52harrypotter.com/Soft/ShowSoftDown.asp?UrlID=2&amp;SoftID=70"&gt;http://www.52harrypotter.com/Soft/ShowSoftDown.asp?UrlID=2&amp;amp;SoftID=70&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.52harrypotter.com/Soft/ShowSoftDown.asp?UrlID=3&amp;SoftID=70"&gt;http://www.52harrypotter.com/Soft/ShowSoftDown.asp?UrlID=3&amp;amp;SoftID=70&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---JACKSON---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-112391911522311238?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/112391911522311238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=112391911522311238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/112391911522311238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/112391911522311238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/08/hey-this-is-latest-hp4-movie-clip.html' title=''/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-112332275829859234</id><published>2005-08-06T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T18:06:09.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Yesterday, I broke the rule again by going shopping whole day, but i went out with my guardians, so was it okay? About 3.30pm, we walked to Parkway Parade to meet my uncle there. My cousin also needed to buy a red T-shirt, so i just used that moment to shop for my pants. We visited all the shops selling male clothes in the shopping centre, but my cousin and I end up bought nothing except my aunty who bought 3 skirts, it was very unfair actually, we children came to look for our attire but my aunt found her instead of ours! Being kind of choosy guy, my cousin always comment that the shirt was too dark or too bright, it was so frustrating. By the way, i found no white pants at all. We changed our destination to Bukis. Once reaching the Bukis, we went into the OG shopping centre. You won't know how irritating i felt during that time. We spent our time there for all most 3hours, i don't know what they were shooping for. I took about 10 min to look for my favourite pant! But i also bought other two sport short pants for sleeping. We still had to help my aunt to choose her shoes. It was fun! My cousin and I kept finding the old fashion shoes and let my aunt tried them on. She really looked 20 years older! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Today, i felt terrible in class, my head was spinning and i was freezing, i think i had fever. Then Mr Njoo still called me out to do picture conversation, haiz... i had no choice, so i had to tolerate all those symtons. People might think that i was crazy as i carried an umbrella home. Lucky that i used the umbrella, if not, i think my temperature would be higher than 39o C. I think it was because of the shopping yesterday. Haiz... now i know that i can't stay in the air-condition for too long...so sad! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-112332275829859234?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/112332275829859234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=112332275829859234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/112332275829859234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/112332275829859234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-shopping.html' title='My shopping'/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-112314501543148108</id><published>2005-08-04T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T16:43:54.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unintentionally accident</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Phew! Finally the CA2 was over, but still has that stupid PSLE awaited in Octorber. Do you know that i went to Mandarin Garden the whole Tuesday evening? And that day, i only read the Chinese Bk for only about two hours and none for Sience, which i was supposed to revise. So i think it is normal that i'll do badly for my Chinese and Science..hehehe. But it was not a bad decision to go there anyway, at least i got $10 into my pocket! Hahahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;It was my youngest niece's birthday. Nina turned 4 years old this year. After the marvelous meal of crab fried with curry powder( yumyum), kaipalo, sweet&amp;amp;sour fried fish, yumvoonsen, etc. I ate a lot of food on that day. I felt my stomach bursting from all those food. We 8 children, Nina, her sisters ,Nigal and Niche, my cousin Pete and Pear, my friends Cent and Jane and me fought with each other over the food, adults might think that a bunch of dogs was fighting over a piece of food. Then we blew Nina's birthday cake, ah... my stomach was stuff with another 2 pieces of cake! We had balloons bursting game after that, but, after 20 min of chasing around the house. No balloon was burst yet, the balloon were too thick to burst! So we changed to game to the famous Musical Chairs- several chairs arrange into a circle, people then walk around the chairs as the music is playing and when the music stops, people has to compete among each other to sit on the chairs, who left standing will be eliminated from the game. On that day, the prize for the winner is $10! We played two rounds, but the first round, i was eliminated. But in second round, something happened. I did not know if it was my fault, but when there were two chairs left with three of us standing, when the music stopped i automatically sat down. At the same time, Nigal also sat on the same chair as me. I think it was because of my hip that bounced her down the chair towards to floor! I was so embarrassed, i did not use much effort at all. Everybody laughed their hearts out at us. Nigal got up, rubbing her buttock, she said that was pain... So i went into the final to compete with Niche and of cource i won! that day incident made me remembered my several birthday back, we were playing this too in my house in Thailand, and i went to the final that day. I was competing with Pear, we were young then, so i was qiute evil. When the music stopped, Pear was siiting down on the stool! I didn't know what to do i was too far to reach the stool, so, i just pulled the stool towards me and i sat! I sat there smiling with happiness, but on the floor, Pear was crying as she landed her backside on the floor! We were all laughing, even Pear, she was half laughed half cried. Oooo....how i wish to go back during that time......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;*Eart*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-112314501543148108?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/112314501543148108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=112314501543148108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/112314501543148108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/112314501543148108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/08/unintentionally-accident.html' title='Unintentionally accident'/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-112262866747884188</id><published>2005-07-29T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T17:18:19.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The dark week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Hohoho...This had been a bad week. NAPFA tests, spelling, ting xie, etc. Haiz, i never felt this tired before in my life. I think i do not have a fix time schedule yet, i spent most of my time studying the terrified spelling consists of 7 chapters from the vocaburaly section from Primary English. My head was spinning like a tornado, the words are too many, i don't think that Mr Njoo would get 90% correct for the spelling on Wednesday. I was so upset, the first time i fell my spelling, and that day i also first time i fell my ting xie. I almost broke down into tears that evening. Yet the spelling will continue to be given, it was so unfair! My cousin spent almost $100 on the Artemis Fowl book and its audio CDs, especially for me to pratise my terrible oral. But i had time only for one chapter only, while there are 10 over chapters, and one chapter i take about 1h30min to understand the story without glancing at the book. The NAPFA test on Monday was okay for me but on Friday... It was upside down. No word can really gratitude me for those who helped to urge me to pass through this obstacle. I am soooooo grateful to youall. i thought that you all would just forget about me and even laughed at me to see me come in the last, as i am different, you all are sportmen and sportwomen, but me, i am just a dim light that encircle all the bleaming stars of sport, my study is not so good now a day, it is going down down and down through the dark and silent passage. I don't even know, why I am in this class of the stars of hopes in the first place......&lt;br /&gt;By the way, shall i send Tata Young Sexy Pics to Mr Njoo??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Eart*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-112262866747884188?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/112262866747884188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=112262866747884188&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/112262866747884188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/112262866747884188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/07/dark-week.html' title='The dark week...'/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-112212439549577242</id><published>2005-07-23T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T21:13:15.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days without Mum and Maid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yesterday, my Mum left Singapore to Thailand as she need to go for a presentation on her company's newest products.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My maid was sacked two weeks ago, so now, I have to take care of my brother and I am in charge of the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Well, life isn't so difficult to be independent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;All I need to do is just take care of cat and bro, wash the clothes and iron them, cook and do my part as a student.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sacrifices have to be made, I can't go anywhere without my bro and I have to rest less as I have to do the housecleaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I believed that if Linda could take care of herself when her Mum was not around, I can do it as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My motto is: "Nothing is impossible" and it is really not hard to take care of a couch potato, a lazy bum cat and a small apartment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My mum will be back on Tuesday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Wish me all the best. I hope I won't burn down my house.^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-112212439549577242?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/112212439549577242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=112212439549577242&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/112212439549577242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/112212439549577242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/07/days-without-mum-and-maid.html' title='Days without Mum and Maid'/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-112178005704372943</id><published>2005-07-19T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T21:35:40.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25/06/05 (part 2) and what i did during the funeral days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I got to apologise if the text is too long winded, as i think the more i express my feeling, it helps me to feel better. Here, the story start...We were njoying ourselves inside the car. I was as happy as a lark. I always thought what was I going to say to my grandma in the hospital, sentence that would make her cried. Finally, we reached my peacefull town, Trat. I also don't know what is the reason that we must go back to my house to get change before visited my grandma in the hospital. My lip just couldn't stop smiling. But as the car drove nearer to the lane leading to my house, there was a small board in front of the lane, said :"Going to Grandma Gee Sang Jun's funeral, please turn right." I don't believe my eyes sight until we got nearer, the words were huge and clear. I felt my heart stopped pounding. All systems in my body was astonished and were frozen motionlessly, my mouth shutted, my throat was burning with anguish. We parked the car at my cousin, Pete &amp;amp; Pear 's house. Sis Ning ordered them to get changed, her voice was totally different, it was sorrowful and she was sobbing. All of them got down except me, I still couldn't take it, it was too much for me, I bursted out tears and it rolled down like the stream of gushing river. Sis Ning dragged me down the car and asked me to go and see my grandma. It was just like a movie scene which i thought would not happen to me so soon, i ran out of my cousin's house gate and along the silent lane consists of my family members' houses, i swept my tears with my shirt's sleeve. It was exactly like the movie, i paused at my house's gate and stared into the door, my eyes still flooded with tears. Some people seemed to have notice me as they shouted, "Eart is here!" i raced up the staircase into the house, people who was gathering in the house splited opened a path for me to pass. I was stopped by my Dad, i hugged him and asked for my Grandma. By then, My mother appeared from the crowd. She was just like me, crying non-stop. I embraced her and we let out huge streams of tears. She leaded me inside. Lying on the wooden bed, my Grandma's corpse. Her face was pale, and the meat on her body seemed to shrunk and there was only her skin protecting the bones, but on her face, i saw a smile."She must pass away peacefully and delightfuly, maybe she met with my Grandpa who died before i was even borned,"i thought to myself. I kneeled down beside the wooden bed, pouring a cup of water with flower like jasmines. It was a tradition to do for the dead people. No word could discribe my feeling then, there will be nomore"bye Grandma!", "hello Grandma", "how are you Grandma" etc. But what made me felt worse is that, I do not have any more chance to apologise and thank you her for what i had dissappointed her and what she had done to me, i always put off those few words, hoping to say it with my PSLE certificate...but it was too late...We put the corpse into the nice coffin at 5.59pm, it was the best time for souls to travel to heaven. We also sprinkled dry tea leaves, 1 baht coins, i think i sprinkled the most amount of the tea leaves and the coins. I glimpsed at her for the last time before the cover was closed. I then went to up to my room to take bath. After a bath, i was refresh and it was time to work. I had to stood at the gate and greeted the guests( which were a lot). My muscles were all tired yet we still needed to pray together with the monks, we were supposed to sit Thai style and it was horrible( don't believe try it sometime). But we had something worth being tortured, it was supper! Umm...all the food for every night was delicious,like rolled noodle, turtle eggs(not turtle's eggs!), tubtim grop, slim, douteung...my saliva starting to drip...arhhh!! They were just too yummy for my homemade supper. After all the guest left, there were only family members and a few friends left in my house, so it was fun time! The adults played pokdeng(all most like blackjack) , there was always laughters and screams of fun from that group of people, i think it was because the playersssss were all trying to cheat the head, but they still lose to the head! Hahahaha! We are still young so we played less mad than those adults. Do you believe in fengshui? I think it is through, because whenever i played card at night in the children group and i sat facing the coffin, i always gained and gained, but if i seat in the south direction, i would 100% bankrupt. We stayed until 4am-5am without sleeping almost every night. They said it was a way to companied my grandma at night. We sometime also went to night market to eat supper, the lunches and dinners (i usually skipped breakfast as i woke up almost lunch time^^) were soooooo delicious everyday so there was no doubt that i got fatter there.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eart(Kasidet)^-^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-112178005704372943?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/112178005704372943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=112178005704372943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/112178005704372943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/112178005704372943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/07/250605-part-2-and-what-i-did-during.html' title='25/06/05 (part 2) and what i did during the funeral days'/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-112106971774517318</id><published>2005-07-11T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T16:15:59.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25/06/05</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Today, I woke up at 6.30am. Peparing to depart from Singapore. Haiz......To my disappointment, my cousin, Ning changed the flight to 11.30 am as she wanted my two other cousins,Pete and Pear, and me to go back together with her. So, we went to Mandarin Garden to eat breakfast. At 9.30am, we sat public bus to the airport, we looked very weird as each of us dragged one luggage each, each of us also carried one bag each, I thought we looked really stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;On the plane, again, I began to ponder about my grandma and those went for the camp, they should be having a great time by then. When I reached the Thai airport, Donmeung, my other cousin, Nid, drove her car to fetched us to sis Ning's house. There I heard the first clue, sis Nid asked her sister, Ning whether she needed anymore black colour shirt. What for? Once, sis Ning realised I was listening, she chased me out of her room and stayed with Pete and Pear. I walked out obediently and went to the Karaoke room to watched TV. Not long after, they were down from the second floor, and we, except sis Nid, who will went to Trat a few days later, immediately&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt; departed from the house and headed east-south. In the car, we still joked with each other as normal, and there, I received my second clue. Sis Ning told us that all of our family members were coming to Trat too. This is weird, I thought, because last time my grandma fell off staircase, niether of my family members that live in Cambodia, Viet Nam and Singapore came back to visit her. I began to get curious. At 4.30pm, we traveled till Chantaburee&lt;/span&gt;, sis Ning received a SMS, I read it for her I read out the first sentence,"I felt sorry for you to hear that your grandma had passed away..." At once,sis Ning snatched the phone away, mumbling that people had mistaken and ensured me that my grandma was safe. So we just continued to talk delightly, that helped to prevent me from thinking for the worst. But deep inside my heart, I still anxioused about all the three clues that I received...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-112106971774517318?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/112106971774517318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=112106971774517318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/112106971774517318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/112106971774517318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/07/250605.html' title='25/06/05'/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-112030044664576309</id><published>2005-07-02T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T22:04:07.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The week in Taiwan (Third Day)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/1166/1600/P1010563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/1166/320/P1010563.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We ate our dinner before we take a ship to "Dan Shui Lao Jie" to EAT some more!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/1166/1600/P10105731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/1166/320/P10105731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We rented a bicycle (?? that is the same as a bicycle...) and i rode it with my cousin...We rode around and around to digest the food we ate during our dinner (in order for us to eat some more later)...but did not bake chocolate cake...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/1166/1600/P1010575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/1166/320/P1010575.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the ship we had taken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/1166/1600/P1010578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/1166/320/P1010578.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh...i looked sooo dumb...never mind...this is the ice-cream which is 30cm...and this is not he tallest...the tallest is 60cm...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/1166/1600/P1010577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/1166/320/P1010577.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See it??? The flavours of the ice-cream are chocolate and vanilla. You can choose strawberry flavour too...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE THIRD DAY~~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My family, my cousins and my aunt went to this place called "Ba Li Zuo An"... This is actually the second time i went to this place...and ate that ice-cream twice because the first time i forgot to take photo...We took the ship to "Dan Shui Lao Jie" and there got a lot of games and food like shooting the balloons with a gun (long &amp;amp; short one) and my brother is a very sharp shooter...he shot 8 out of 10 balloons and his speed was fast...and we went to catch fishes with paper net...as you know paper with tear easily so when you catch the fishes, you must have a lot of patience and you must be careful. This game reminds me when i was still young and i played this game whenever i went to the night market with my family...I caught more fishes than my brother...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before i played all these game, i ate the 30 cm ice-cream which is sooo fantastic...I wanted more but i was full and my brother ate one 30 cm and 60 cm ice-cream.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went back to Taiwan to EAT!!! and i ATE!!! In my own opinion, Taiwan's food is always the best!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Linda^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-112030044664576309?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/112030044664576309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=112030044664576309&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/112030044664576309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/112030044664576309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/07/week-in-taiwan-third-day.html' title='The week in Taiwan (Third Day)'/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-112020648977789147</id><published>2005-07-01T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T16:28:09.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/170/6132/320/CIMG0789.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #666666; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/170/6132/200/CIMG0789.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh....&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.picasa.com/picasa/index.php?tid=Y2NpZD0zOTM1' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-112020648977789147?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/112020648977789147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=112020648977789147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/112020648977789147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/112020648977789147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/07/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-112013881609598103</id><published>2005-06-30T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T21:50:46.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burger Queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/6131/640/DSCN2370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/6131/320/DSCN2370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy Burger... &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Tiffany---&lt;img src="http://www.purplepopcorn.com/images/puffs/puff37.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-112013881609598103?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/112013881609598103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=112013881609598103&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/112013881609598103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/112013881609598103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/06/burger-queen.html' title='Burger Queen'/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-112004155468248529</id><published>2005-06-29T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T18:40:52.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The week in Taiwan (Second Day)</title><content type='html'>SECOND DAY~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/1166/1600/P10104644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/1166/200/P1010464.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at the fishes...they are fighting with each other for food !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/1166/1600/P10104662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/1166/200/P1010466.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went there to have our supper...some peanuts and tea and MORE!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/1166/1600/P10104752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/1166/200/P1010475.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See the window is just behind me...Just open the window and pop my head out and i can see fishes swimming freelyin the BIG pond...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad brought my family to a place (a restaurant) to have supper...(It is a very unique restaurant.) When you open the window, there is a very big pond and there are alot of fish. They are always hungry and you can buy three packets of fish food for $5 and feed the fish while you enjoy your meal!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Linda~~^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-112004155468248529?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/112004155468248529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=112004155468248529&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/112004155468248529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/112004155468248529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/06/week-in-taiwan-second-day.html' title='The week in Taiwan (Second Day)'/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-111978620857171908</id><published>2005-06-26T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T19:43:28.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;How many times can we recycle one aluminium can??&lt;br /&gt;Answer: We can recycled it over and over and over and over...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used aluminium cans are melted down and turned into solid aluminium bars. The bars are rolled into sheets of aluminium to be made into new cans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;If you line up all the styrofoam cups produced in the world in just one day, how far will they reach??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Answer: They can circle Planet Earth and reach a little farther too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long before you were born, there was no such things as paper napkin or disposable plastic or styrofoam plates. We cut down trees to make these things. When we toss plastic and styrofoam packaging out, we create garbage that will stay in htis world long after we die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Try to reduce the usage of materials that will harm the Earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read from Bird Life...&lt;br /&gt;Linda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-111978620857171908?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/111978620857171908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=111978620857171908&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111978620857171908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111978620857171908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/06/green-thoughts.html' title='Green Thoughts'/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-111962384621946965</id><published>2005-06-26T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T18:12:37.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe its a good thing if i didnt go to KL</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img105.exs.cx/img105/2594/puff019ct.gif" alt="image from www.kaiyosei.net" border="0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img105.exs.cx/img105/2594/puff019ct.gif" alt="image from www.kaiyosei.net" border="0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img105.exs.cx/img105/2594/puff019ct.gif" alt="image from www.kaiyosei.net" border="0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img105.exs.cx/img105/2594/puff019ct.gif" alt="image from www.kaiyosei.net" border="0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img105.exs.cx/img105/2594/puff019ct.gif" alt="image from www.kaiyosei.net" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about the KL trip again, i think maybe its a good thing if i didnt go to KL!!&lt;br /&gt;People might ask me why, and my answer is that if i went to KL, some MORE unlucky thing might happen to me...like...arm fractured, leg fractured or something more worst like DIE!!! IT MIGHT HAPPEN!!!&lt;br /&gt;So actually i no need to be soooo depressed...And I think i wrote this may makes me feel beta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---JACKSON---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-111962384621946965?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/111962384621946965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=111962384621946965&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111962384621946965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111962384621946965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/06/maybe-its-good-thing-if-i-didnt-go-to.html' title='Maybe its a good thing if i didnt go to KL'/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-111962453817100657</id><published>2005-06-25T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T15:58:44.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aim the target FIRST...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/170/6132/320/017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/170/6132/320/017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets SHOOT!!! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---JACKSON---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-111962453817100657?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/111962453817100657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=111962453817100657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111962453817100657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111962453817100657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/06/aim-target-first.html' title='Aim the target FIRST...'/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-111970526330523860</id><published>2005-06-25T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T17:24:07.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How old is he??</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.purplepopcorn.com/images/blinkies/blinkie1.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.purplepopcorn.com/images/blinkies/blinkie1.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.purplepopcorn.com/images/blinkies/blinkie1.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.purplepopcorn.com/images/blinkies/blinkie1.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.purplepopcorn.com/images/blinkies/blinkie1.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.purplepopcorn.com/images/blinkies/blinkie1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/1166/1600/1064238885_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/1166/320/1064238885_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old are you ah boy??? Reading PLAY BOY ah...Are you toooo young to read this??&lt;br /&gt;Finish "baking your chocolate cake" remember to wipe your "back" and wash your hands hoh... &lt;br /&gt;Linda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-111970526330523860?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/111970526330523860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=111970526330523860&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111970526330523860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111970526330523860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/06/how-old-is-he.html' title='How old is he??'/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-111970172162219298</id><published>2005-06-25T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T13:11:07.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KL Trip(Very long..Hope you can finish it)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.purplepopcorn.com/images/blinkies/blinkienew01.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;I am back... From KL---Kuala Lumpur&lt;br /&gt;A 4 days 3 nights trip, as a camerawoman.=.=''&lt;br /&gt;The first day:&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning, I woke up at 4.30am with Lin Chuch,who lived in my house for one night,and on our way to school at 5am. As there was no bus at this time, we had to walk all the way to school, when we reached the school, it was already half past five.&lt;br /&gt;Lin Chuch,as the netball captain,had some jobs to be done. And I had to look for nailclippers= ='' in our class.&lt;br /&gt;The school was spooky and creepy in the early morning, on my way to the class, it was in an eerie silence and totally dark. &gt;__&lt; Wild imaginations ran through my mind, will there be a vampire,ghost,corpse or zombie in our class when I open the door?Shivering, I use my handphone as my light source.But the light was kind of blue...Ewww...Terrifying when shone on my face.&lt;br /&gt;After I open the door gently,I immediately on all the lights.Phew.There was nothing petrifying.&lt;br /&gt;Looking through all the boxes and cardboards,I found nothing.Oops...Will Mr Njoo scold me?He was much more scary than zombies or vampires when at rage...&gt;__&lt;&lt;br /&gt;*Poor Shuai Cheng informed me that he could not go for the trip at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;Then,at around 6.30,we were on our way to Malaysia.And I was grouped with the juniors = =''.&lt;br /&gt;P.S.Mr Njoo did not scold me.^^&lt;br /&gt;After a burger and lunch and more than 4 hours.(Mostly spend on sleeping)We finally reached our hotel---Grand Seasons.^^A 4 stars hotel.^o^&lt;br /&gt;Putting down our luggages in our rooms(I was in the same room with Renne and "Joyleen")We met in the basement floor and head for our first match with a Malaysia secondary school.The camerawoman had to work by now.&lt;br /&gt;As we were late, the netball girls could only have a 5 minutes warm-up,which is a bit incredible.= =''&lt;br /&gt;I recorded the match and the result is---Juniors 8-0, Seniors 11-4. Both won. But to my opinion, I think the Malaysia school students was not good players.= =''&lt;br /&gt;After having our lunch and back to the hotel,we had to have a reflect back of what had  happened today(For the netball players,but I had to set up the video)Mr Njoo stepped on the sofa in the hotel room with his shoes on= =''(Luckily he was not conducting the reflect back in my room)And after blas and watching the video,we were finally released.&lt;br /&gt;When it was my turn to bath,(I chose to be the last,so I could take my time)I lied in the bath tube to enjoy an hot bubble bath.-o- With potato chips and books^^.So I just relax in the bath tube,eating and reading,sigh~What a wonderful hour.&lt;br /&gt;I went to bed at around 1am.And had a really nice rest(My house don't usually have air conditioner on)but Renne was coughing in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day:&lt;br /&gt;Waking up at 4.40am,I yawned and yawned while finishing dressing up.5.00am,I tried to wake up Renne and "Joyleen" but they deadly asleep...= =''So I packed up my video and photographong materials and once again tried to wake them up,Renne woke up at last as 5.15am while "Joyleen" woke up at 5.30am.&lt;br /&gt;Being the biggest was a big respondiblility as I have to take care of them.T.T&lt;br /&gt;Then,without taking breakfast,we were on our way to Bukit Jalil Sports School.(According to Mr Njoo,they beat Singapore's netball team)&lt;br /&gt;As I was really really very very exhauseted and tired at that moment, I knock on the video camera while taking the videoT.T How embarrassed!!&lt;br /&gt;At last the training with the BJSS had finished,and my stomach was rumbling,we headed for our lunch.&lt;br /&gt;After that,we went to another Secondary school.(The mosquitoes there was highly dangerous= ='')And had another match, this school's girls was quite good players but I totally dislike their attitudes. =.=&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...Our netball team lost,first time lost more than 20 scores&gt;__&lt; But I think they had played well...&lt;br /&gt;What's dinner?Hmm...It's CHICKEN~~!!(The main food)Mr Njoo treated us. I think it was totally great and YUMMY^^ The only incident happened was "Tabitah" vomited.And I have to dig it all up from the sink.=0= I was a bit reluctant to do but I know it was right.So I actually cleaned the sink.^^Felt good after that,think I had done something remarkable to myself.^^Sadly,there was no time for shopping after eating.T.T&lt;br /&gt;Once again I had a hot bubble bath,with Xiao Jiao(Wearing swimming suits)^^After that I ate a curry flavour bei bei mian(cup noodle).After I came out from the bath tube, I realised that Renne's sickness was getting worse.=o=She kept on coughing and sneezing...I was sneezing too,but it was because I never dry my hair after the bath.T^T&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ong was in our room as well,he called Renne's mother to ask permission for Renne to go clinic or hospital if emergency.I was starting to get slightly worried even though I knew she will be fine.(I was always coughing and sneezing at night in different enviroments when I was young)I got her a cup of hot milo and tried to make her drink some as it will help.At around 2.20am, Renne was finally able to rest soundly.As her nose was blocked,she was kind of snoring at night.=.=''&lt;br /&gt;I was so exhausted that I fell asleep soon after Renne.But "Joyleen" refused to,she said she want to take care of Renne.So she took my batteries for camera and start playing her gameboy.=.=''&lt;br /&gt;"Riiiing!!"The phone rang in the middle of the night,I roughly heard "Joyleen" talking to Mabel on the phone.After that,I was totally soundly asleep like a sloth or pig &gt;__&lt;.&lt;br /&gt;The third day:&lt;br /&gt;"Diiiinnng!!"Someone was pressing the door bell.I got off my bed reluctantly and opened the door,it was Mr Ong.AND TO MY GREATEST SHOCK AND FEAR,HE TOLD ME IT WAS ALREADY NINE!!!!(We were suppose to be downstair at 8.45am)SHIT!!(That's all I want to say to express my shock)I immediately shout at Renne and "Joyleen" to wake them up and without changing my pyjama,I brushed my teeth and washed my face then immediately dashed out the room with my video cam and camera.(Thanks god that I packed it last night)I was very very worried as I had being LATE.(I HATE to be late,in all my life,it's the first time I was late for more than 5 minutesT^T)I felt so guilty as I knew I had delayed everyone...&gt;___&lt;(The wake-up call did not ring as "Joyleen" did not hang up the phone as she said the ring will disturb Renne=.='')I knew that Mr Njoo will be very angry.&gt;___&lt; So I had to rush down and tell him why and apologise.(When he scolded me,I no longer dare to say "I am sorry"&gt;__&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;At breakfast time,I felt like crying.I felt so shameful and upset.Firstly,none of my friend dared to ask me what happened until Mr Njoo was not near by. Secondly,I think I had let the teachers down. Thirdly,as the biggest among the three in my room, I did not do my job and take the responsibility to wake them all up in time.ToT&lt;br /&gt;We were heading to Sunway Lagoon,a both has dry and wet carnival(Or fairground?).^^Mr Njoo talked to me on the bus which made me felt slightly less guitly and happier.&lt;br /&gt;I was excited to go as it had being a long time since I last go a carnival(Or fairground?).Anyway,it was not as cool as I expected but it was still kind of fun after all.Nothing made me scream or afraid=.=''(Is there any haunted house or something?)I think the travelling-in-the-snake thing was quite nice...It was very dark but you know we were going up and at any second,we will shoot down into water.^^I like that kind of feeling,you know what was going to happen but you don't know when when playing.&lt;br /&gt;I had enjoyed myself despite some girls' stuff=.= At that time I kind of feeling Linda was not in a good mood...&gt;__&lt; I felt she quite unhappy and she was kind of...rude...that day...&gt;__&lt;Haiz...But now she is back to normal.Phew.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was chicken nuggets and fries.(I think every meal I had chicken)=.=''&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yah...And there was some remarkable thing I want to mention,I think it is called scholarship rock...(Is it? &gt;//&lt;)They were very beautiful and amazing in the colourful light.I was very attracted by them.I wonder how it was formed and how much it worth.^^It was kind of like crystal or jade...I hope one day I can get a graceful necklace with it on.^^&lt;br /&gt;The roller coaster was quite nice as well,but I don't feel like I was in the "Lost City Of Gold" at all.Think they should work on some renovation.=.=''&lt;br /&gt;Later then,we went to addidas'warehouse.(It is quite small in size=.='')I saw one skirt which I was kind of like it.It was blue in colour,very soft and smooth in texture.But I know it's not going to fit me.And I think my friends didn't really think I should buy.So I let it go.Save money anyway.^^&lt;br /&gt;What's dinner??=.=''I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;Once again,and the last time in this hotel,I had another hot bubble bath^^With a book and a curry flavor bei bei mian.^^Renne and Joyleen was out to play some card games with other juniors.So I was all alone in the room^o^Oh Yeah~!!Peaceful~!!After finishing 2/3 of my book(I accidentally drop it in the bath tube=.=)I had to dry it but without a book,alone in the room will be kind of bored.&gt;__&lt; And no one came and ask me to go and join them in any games.My skin was very thin.Unless you asked me to,or I will never beg you to let me join you.=.=''&lt;br /&gt;So,I headed to Eileen,Suphalak and Maytavee's room to take my clothes which I left there.Maytavee was not there.I stayed and start chatting with them^^.Very happy^^.&lt;br /&gt;They said that actually I was not very quite,and indeed quite talkative^o^&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,they start watching NBA later.Which I had no interest.(Why are they all bald? -.-)As the result,I went back to my room.=.=''Passing 1814,I heard Mr Njoo saying:"Who is that that sound like girl?""Goh Huat Sai lah!"I think it's Polly who answered.So with a grin on my face,I went back to my room.Walao...(oopz)My room was full of juniors...SIGH...So I went out again,as the corridor had some really nice music,I chose to walk along the corridor quitely and enjoy the music.B-U-T,that HADDY and some other boys suddenly came out of their room and HADDY scolded me.Saying that because we girls had made too much noise what make them be scolded by Mr Njoo!!PLEASE!!Maybe the juniors were making some noise,BUT it was certainly not me!!I really felt like slapping at that moment...(Hate people blam me for what I had never done.=''=)&lt;br /&gt;Later then,I called Eileen and ask them to come to my room after the juniors went for dark dark.We watched a drama show which was not bad.At 1.30am.All of us fall went back to where we were suppose to be.(Of course I stay in my own room)Then I fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;The Fourth day:&lt;br /&gt;=.=''&lt;br /&gt;You tell me it called chocolate "factory"??(P.S.Too bad we could not go to the sky bridgeT.T)&lt;br /&gt;Read on what Linda had written.I totally felt the same as she does.&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't it be bigger?Shouldn't it be full of melted chocolate that will be shaped at anytime?=.=''&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,I bought a coconut chocolate.It was quite nice,taste good.(I like coconut)&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the bee farm.=.=''&lt;br /&gt;To me...It was to small to be call a bee farm as well.There was a lot of honey.But I did not see much bees.-.-''&lt;br /&gt;I don't like too sweet stuff so honey was just not my type.But it was good for girls^^&lt;br /&gt;Sleep,chat,sleep,chat,eat,sleep,chat.&lt;br /&gt;↑&lt;br /&gt;This what I was doing on the bus all the way to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Tiffany---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-111970172162219298?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/111970172162219298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=111970172162219298&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111970172162219298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111970172162219298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/06/kl-tripvery-longhope-you-can-finish-it.html' title='KL Trip(Very long..Hope you can finish it)'/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-111970132317459347</id><published>2005-06-25T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T20:10:40.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna FIGHT???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/1166/1600/1064281063_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/1166/320/1064281063_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to fight with this "cute" hamster??&lt;br /&gt;This hamster knows Chinese Kong Fu...It won't lose to Bruse Lee&lt;br /&gt;Linda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-111970132317459347?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/111970132317459347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=111970132317459347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111970132317459347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111970132317459347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/06/wanna-fight.html' title='Wanna FIGHT???'/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-111971344130131631</id><published>2005-06-25T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T18:24:11.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one week in Taiwan</title><content type='html'>FIRST DAY~~~&lt;br /&gt;Well, i went back to Taiwan for one week during the June Holiday. I went to alot of places and ate alot of food. Went to the night market, eat alot of Taiwan's delicious and unique food (of course, i put one weight...i mean a bit lah..HA HA!!)&lt;br /&gt;The first day...My friends from Semalf sent me to the Singapore Changi Airport and we waved and hugged each other. I looked at my boarding pass and it said that the boarding time was 12.20 and when i was still chatting and talking with my friends happily, i looked at my watch, the time was around 12.20. I dashed to the gate to check in and all that then i waited and waited, until 12.45 then i board the plane. I was sooo bored that time while waiting and i keep on sms my friends to keep myself busy. Finally i board the plane and i was looking forward to see my family waiting for me at the airport. I board the plane and found my seat and settled myself down. I sat with a guy who can only speak in English, but i didn't talk to him. I slept when the minute i sat down until i reached  Taiwan because i was sooo tired (i slept at 3 plus in the morning the previous day). Then when i alighted the plane, i took my luggage and i saw my dad waving wildly to me and i looked around, thinking "where's mom and my brother??" i asked my dad this question and he said that they did not come and fetch me. I was soo disappointed and i keep thinking that they were on my dad's car waiting for me(just to console myself, although i know that it is not true). My mom and brother were at home waiting for me, a friend of my mom came and stayed at our house so they could not go to the airport and fetch me. My mom gave me a big warm hug (when i reached home) which i was wishing to have for a very long time...&lt;br /&gt;Linda~~^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-111971344130131631?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/111971344130131631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=111971344130131631&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111971344130131631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111971344130131631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/06/one-week-in-taiwan.html' title='The one week in Taiwan'/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-111969324101025930</id><published>2005-06-25T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T17:58:07.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="400" background="http://selio.net/blog1.gif" height="300" style="border-collapse: collapse"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td width=552 height=132 colspan="2"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td width=180 height=160&gt;&lt;font color="black" face=verdana size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div style="width:177; height:167; overflow: auto; padding: 0px; border: 0px solid #000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!!!!I Succeed &lt;br /&gt;to add the &lt;br /&gt;BACKGROUND &lt;br /&gt;music!!!YES!!!&lt;br /&gt;---JACKSON---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width=379 height="159"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-111969324101025930?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/111969324101025930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=111969324101025930&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111969324101025930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111969324101025930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/06/yesi-succeed-to-add-background.html' title=''/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-111961837682502776</id><published>2005-06-25T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T22:40:15.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The trip to KL</title><content type='html'>We, the netball girls had two matches with the malaysian teams. We had a training with Bukit Jalil team which beat our Singapore Sports School. We learnt a lot of ball work and some tatics from that training. A player from that team trained Xiang Jiao and me. She taught us carefully and with patience. I learnt that their team had Self Discipline which our team don't really have.&lt;br /&gt;We lived in a 4 star hotel which is located near the Twin Tower. From my room, the Twin Tower is very clear when i looked out of the window. I tried to take a photo of it but the photo turned out blur so i gave up. The Twin Tower is 88 floors high and there are 10 escalators in each towers. This is all i can remember and if i am not wrong, this two towers took two years to construct. I really want to go in but we don't have time.&lt;br /&gt;We went to a place called chocolate factory. At first i heard of this &lt;strong&gt;CHOCOLATE FACTORY&lt;/strong&gt;, i am really soooo excited because chocolate is one of my favourite. When we reached there, i was hoping that there was a fountain with chocolate splashing and all sorts of things which were made of chocolate. To my disappointment, there was just a short explanation of how the chocolate was made and the ingredients then we were led to a shop to buy the chocolate. I was thinking, is this a chocolate FACTORY??&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to a bee farm too. I thought that there wiil be lots and lots of bees flying around or at least many bees as it is called a bee FARM. When i alighted the bus which we were travelling on, there was a explanation of how the honey was made, the ingredients and we got to taste different kind of honey. There were no thousands of bees flying around but if there were, people will be screaming.&lt;br /&gt;The most exciting part is the day which we spent at Sunway Lagoon. There are two parts, one part is dry and the other part is wet. Wet means the games are on water the dry is the opposite. There is one in the dry part which you sit in the place with your friends and it will start swinging, higher and higher then it will turn one round then another. then the opposite direction higher and higher then turn one round and the other. I was screaming loudly(not only me but everyone including Mr Njoo). When we finished, i saw a shoe on the floor. It belongs to a girl and it had flown out when the thing was swinging. Someone took two times but not me because i was sooo scared.&lt;br /&gt;The wet part is also very exciting and thrilling. One is you and your partner sit in a log (fake one) and i sat with Xiang Jiao. The log will climb up a very very dark tunnel. Inside was sooo dark that you could not even see anything, is like you had closed your eyes. Four people can sit in one log but i only sit with Xiang Jiao so there was only two people. So when the log was climbing up the tunnel, i was sliding down towards XJ because i sat infront and XJ sat behind. Then she kick my "back" to prevent me from sliding down. Then suddenly, the log dash infront and i flew up, is like my hands were holding on to the handles tightly and my feet were stepping onto the log but my back is not on the log is in the air. Then got the second time but this time it climbed higher then i heard Mr Njoo shouting GOH HUAT LING then they dashed down.&lt;br /&gt;Got the other one is you lie one a mat then you slide down a long and uneven slide. This game we can conpete with each other see whose speed is the fastest. Once i won Mr Njoo and the other time I won the girls who i had competed with but i lost to XJ once.&lt;br /&gt;POOR Jackson that you can't go. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Linda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-111961837682502776?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/111961837682502776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=111961837682502776&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111961837682502776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111961837682502776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/06/trip-to-kl.html' title='The trip to KL'/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-111962123971237790</id><published>2005-06-24T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T21:53:59.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More info about the KL Trip</title><content type='html'>When i was playing a match and when i was running, i saw a small black thing flying around infront of me then i breath in one big breathe then  that small flying thing went into my nose. i think that small flyin gthing is a small fly then i tried to sneeze but nothing comes out. OH MY GOD!!! It was sooooo DISGUSTING !!!&lt;br /&gt;Linda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-111962123971237790?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/111962123971237790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=111962123971237790&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111962123971237790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111962123971237790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/06/more-info-about-kl-trip.html' title='More info about the KL Trip'/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-111961895925456715</id><published>2005-06-24T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T21:15:59.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YEAH!! My mom is finally BACK!!</title><content type='html'>My mom is finally back in Singapore!!! I don't have to live alone anymore...YEAH!!! When i came back from my KL trip...my mom came back in the night about 8 p.m. but before they came back, i slept like pig from about 6.30 because i was sooo tired...HAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;Linda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-111961895925456715?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/111961895925456715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=111961895925456715&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111961895925456715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111961895925456715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/06/yeah-my-mom-is-finally-back.html' title='YEAH!! My mom is finally BACK!!'/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-111945389311142873</id><published>2005-06-22T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T17:45:30.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am i really that unlucky??!!!</title><content type='html'>"Am i really that unlucky??!!!"I always ask myself...because one unlucky thing has just happened on me which makes me think that i am the most unlucky person in the world...&lt;br /&gt;One month ago, MR Njoo has organised an soccer n netball trip for the players, though im in neither netball nor soccer, i wish to go for the trip.So, i asked Mr njoo to let me go. At first, he told me that there is no space for me, and i give up...BUt just 1 day before the trip, Mr njoo called me and told me that one China girl's Malaysia VISA was expired..AND GOT 1 FREE PLACE FOR ME(you know who you are if you read this blog) So i can go!!!! After i hang up the phone, i was so happy that i called some of my friends to inform them this happy news. And I WAS REALLY DAM HAPPY!!!!But "god of luck" is not with me because later on, some miserable thing happened to me...&lt;br /&gt;After i arrived home(i was outside with my mother and grandma in SUNTEC when mr Njoo called me), i packed my things for the trip from the packlist and asked my mother to sign the form...Till that time, everything was so smooth that did not makes me think what will happen later...While i was going to sleep, My mother suddenly spoke:"Aiya, shuaicheng!Tomorrow i need to use your passport to make my working pass or else i cant work!!!!!" Upon hearing this, i was shocked!!!!!!!HOW can my dream of going to KL was just abolished like that??So, i begged my mother to let me go...After 2 hour later, my mother thought of an idea, i will not go KL on the 20th but 21th coz she will buy me the ticket to KL and told me to ask teachers if they agree...&lt;br /&gt;On the 20th, i called mr njoo, but he dont allow...This is what has just happened on me...I felt that i really DAM unlucky!!!And im really sorry to Mis wong and MR Njoo for troubling you all.&lt;br /&gt;---JACKSON---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-111945389311142873?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/111945389311142873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=111945389311142873&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111945389311142873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111945389311142873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/06/am-i-really-that-unlucky.html' title='Am i really that unlucky??!!!'/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-111882996595761086</id><published>2005-06-16T09:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T10:44:53.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FEVER come and go and come back again...WHY??</title><content type='html'>Why can't FEVER leave me forever?? It makes me feel so sick and weak...Last night, guess what was my body temperature?? At about 2 a.m. my body temperature was 40 degree celsius...and i felt sooo cold...i only feel like sleeping the whole day under my thick and warm blanket...and do nothing...just sleep...because when you have fever...you will feel sleepy and you will feel that you have no energy to walk..or even sit upright on the bed...that's what i feel when i have fever...&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays...my body temperature is around 38, 39 and 40 degree celsius...oh my god...how i wish i can recover quickly and be energetic...not like now...a zombie (half-dead)...&lt;br /&gt;My dad is always sooo worried...whenever i tell him my body temperature...he will give me a very-very-very-worried face...&lt;br /&gt;Well...there's a girl called Sally living with shooting from Sanguines Of The World...and she had fever...and i think i got my fever from her...and for one other reason...i won't forget her...HAHA...Sally, if you are reading..i think you know what is "the other reason"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Linda---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-111882996595761086?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/111882996595761086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=111882996595761086&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111882996595761086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111882996595761086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/06/fever-come-and-go-and-come-back.html' title='FEVER come and go and come back again...WHY??'/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-111856126554581563</id><published>2005-06-12T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T15:27:45.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad luck/good luck?</title><content type='html'>Haiz....That Jackson always brings me bad luck, or should I say "good luck"?&lt;br /&gt;Every time, after talking to him and I step out of my house something unusual will happened to me. Like yesterday, I was going to Linda's house to send her to the airport, before I went out I talked to Jackson on the phone. Then, I was asked for donation by the time I stepped out of the escalator and I had no coins at that time but to give a five dollar note...Haiz....&lt;br /&gt;Then I took the wrong bus first time in my life, waste another 45 cent... When I finally reached Linda's house, a bird's waste matter just dropped down 1mm in front of me...What a luck...&lt;br /&gt;=.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I like talking to that Joker though...He is my friend...Very good friend...And if possible, I hope I can always be his friend. Who cares if he really brings me bad luck? The friendship is much more important than being hit by a waste matter bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Tiffany---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-111856126554581563?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/111856126554581563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=111856126554581563&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111856126554581563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111856126554581563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/06/bad-luckgood-luck.html' title='Bad luck/good luck?'/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-111823499298404284</id><published>2005-06-08T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T20:49:52.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/6131/640/penguin2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/6131/320/penguin2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you watched Madagascar?---Tiffany---&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-111823499298404284?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/111823499298404284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=111823499298404284&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111823499298404284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111823499298404284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/06/have-you-watched-madagascar-tiffany.html' title=''/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-111815584109677477</id><published>2005-06-07T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T22:50:41.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When you are lonely and sad, call me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can't promise to make you smile but I can lend a shoulder for you to cry on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;When you are afraid of something and trying to run away from it, inform me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I can't promise to make you face your fears but I can run with you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;When you are tired and exhausted, tell me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I can't promise to charge your energy but I can always stay beside you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;When one day you can't find me, I think it's time for you to ring my phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;---Tiffany---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-111815584109677477?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/111815584109677477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=111815584109677477&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111815584109677477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111815584109677477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/06/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-111815453934360334</id><published>2005-06-07T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T22:30:01.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/6131/640/catthin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/6131/320/catthin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please God if you can't make me thin, make my friends FAT!! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Tiffany---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-111815453934360334?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/111815453934360334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=111815453934360334&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111815453934360334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111815453934360334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/06/please-god-if-you-cant-make-me-thin.html' title=''/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-111798739026994019</id><published>2005-06-05T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T00:05:50.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teddy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;If u had ever watched Mr Bean, you will be familiar with the name, Teddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;It is Mr Bean's best friend. A untalkative stuff bear, not movable and has no feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;But Mr Bean love Teddy, though sometimes he will play prank on Teddy, stole things from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Teddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;When Teddy was stolen by Joker and Joker(two jokers), he was totally disheartened and he was miserably depressed. He posted posters looking for Teddy, he report to the Police Station but he found nothing. Luckily, luck was on his side, he finally found his dearest Teddy and taught the two theives a lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Absence makes the heart grow fonder, all these days without Teddy makes Mr Bean precious Teddy even more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hey! It's just a teddy bear, but how much Mr Bean treasure it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Look around and have you realise how many things you have but you never treasure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;---&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tiffany&lt;/span&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Another strange post's writer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-111798739026994019?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/111798739026994019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=111798739026994019&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111798739026994019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111798739026994019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/06/teddy.html' title='Teddy.'/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-111798432776024419</id><published>2005-06-05T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T00:06:21.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/6131/640/DSCN1172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/6131/320/DSCN1172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda's cheer leading team &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Tiffany---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-111798432776024419?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-111797772608810495</id><published>2005-06-05T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T21:23:04.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishing CAT!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/170/6132/320/039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/170/6132/320/039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is SOOO Difficult!!! ---JACKSON--- &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-111797772608810495?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/111797772608810495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=111797772608810495&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111797772608810495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111797772608810495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/06/fishing-cat.html' title='Fishing CAT!!!'/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-111797723103475667</id><published>2005-06-05T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T21:15:03.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/170/6132/320/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/170/6132/320/001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little SINGER.... &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---JACKSON---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-111797723103475667?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/111797723103475667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=111797723103475667&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111797723103475667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111797723103475667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/06/little-singer.html' title=''/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-111797704247299408</id><published>2005-06-05T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T21:10:42.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/170/6132/320/003.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #666666; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/170/6132/320/003.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!!!SO Strong!!                                        ---JACKSON---                                                &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-111797704247299408?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/111797704247299408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=111797704247299408&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111797704247299408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111797704247299408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/06/wowso-strong-jackson.html' title=''/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-111797680965329054</id><published>2005-06-05T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T22:19:02.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/170/6132/320/011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/170/6132/320/011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot dog or HAmburger?? &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---JACKSON---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-111797680965329054?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/111797680965329054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=111797680965329054&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111797680965329054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111797680965329054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/06/hot-dog-or-hamburger-jackson.html' title=''/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-111797639562013224</id><published>2005-06-05T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T21:00:48.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/170/6132/320/CIMG0156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/170/6132/320/CIMG0156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey!!!SPORT leaders....YOYO!! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---JACKSON---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-111797639562013224?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/111797639562013224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=111797639562013224&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111797639562013224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111797639562013224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/06/heysport-leaders.html' title=''/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-111797103353009657</id><published>2005-06-05T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T19:30:33.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIRthday....</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;JACKSON--22/04/91&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(edit it if im wrong)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;KASIDET--07/06/91&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(edit it if im wrong)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;TIFFANY--04/09/91&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(edit it if im wrong)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;LINDA--17/06/92&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(edit it if im wrong)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;EILEEN--02/06/93&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(edit it if im wrong)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;---JACKSON---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-111797103353009657?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/111797103353009657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=111797103353009657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111797103353009657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111797103353009657'/><link 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do it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Thank for your cooperation!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;----Jackson----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-111796541464648106?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/111796541464648106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=111796541464648106&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111796541464648106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111796541464648106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/06/reminder.html' title='Reminder'/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-111796517323183801</id><published>2005-06-05T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T17:52:53.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;"SLEEP" this word is familiar to everyone right??YES. I agreed with that. "sleep" is very important to our human-being(dont know spell correct or not)....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;But One of our group members almost sleep the whole day today.......my godness...cant believe it!!(好像有点夸张)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I dont want to mention the name......Sigh......Why she always wanted to sleep so much???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;---JACKSON---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Reminder: MY group members cannot delete this blog without my permission!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;(HAHA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-111796517323183801?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/111796517323183801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=111796517323183801&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111796517323183801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111796517323183801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/06/sleep.html' title='Sleep....'/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-111790086807488092</id><published>2005-06-04T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T00:07:25.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The BEST?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Who is the best?&lt;br /&gt;Who can be the best?&lt;br /&gt;What is best?&lt;br /&gt;Where can we find the best?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody has different perspective in things, so, what is BEST?&lt;br /&gt;Is best equal to perfect?&lt;br /&gt;Can any one be perfect?&lt;br /&gt;Are you sure "Practice makes perfect"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think BEST and PERFECT is different.&lt;br /&gt;Best can be excellent in anything, maybe you are the best in art or music, dancing or drama.&lt;br /&gt;But PERFECT means, you HAVE to be BEST in EVERYTHING. Which is IMPOSSIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;I know NOTHING is IMPOSSIBLE. BUT this is REALLY IMPOSSIBLE to be PERFECT in everyone's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You see, you might think a good-looking person means he/she got to have a pair of big eyes and sharp nose...hmm...Cool hair style...ect. But others may think a good-looking person stands for a person with a KIND HEART. Just for out-looking, you already can't be PERFECT in everyone's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...You can be PERFECT and BEST in TWO person's eyes, they are your parents.&lt;br /&gt;Never let them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;---Tiffany---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-111790086807488092?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/111790086807488092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=111790086807488092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111790086807488092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111790086807488092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/06/best.html' title='The BEST?'/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-111789822267069239</id><published>2005-06-04T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T12:21:10.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ama? How old are you?</title><content type='html'>Well, if you had heard a girl call me Ama(Grandma), I guess you will be wondering why. Of course I am not that OLD, I am still at a shining age, pretty and happy(vomit). But maybe I am more busybody, nosy and naggy, the pack of cute girls start to call me Ama. The first one who start is Shirly. Then, well, everyone start calling me that, at least most of the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually kind of like this calling, perhaps it makes me feel closer to them. Although I can't imagine how it will be like if I become a real grandma one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;P.s. Hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy........S-U-X =.=''&lt;br /&gt;No climax, hard to understand and lame jokes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; (personal comments)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Tiffany---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-111789822267069239?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/111789822267069239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=111789822267069239&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111789822267069239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111789822267069239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/06/ama-how-old-are-you.html' title='Ama? How old are you?'/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-111785736863590811</id><published>2005-06-04T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T11:56:08.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A real pro going to help me wif the HTML!!!!yea!!!</title><content type='html'>The past few dayz...i was trying to put some background music and others on our blog, like wat tiffany is doin....In order to do that, we must use &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;HTML!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Everyone noes that i am a beginner and i know nothing about it....So, my wish of adding background music........FAILed!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But luckily, i noticed that my neighbour was a computer expert!!!(the real one)...and he said that he will help me with it tonight!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;yes!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----Jackson----&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-111785736863590811?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/111785736863590811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=111785736863590811&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111785736863590811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111785736863590811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/06/real-pro-going-to-help-me-wif-htmlyea.html' title='A real pro going to help me wif the HTML!!!!yea!!!'/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-111780516374550582</id><published>2005-06-03T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T21:43:20.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HTML...Mess me up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HTML=Hyper Text Markup Language.&lt;br /&gt;It is how the blog work. You see lots of strange words and sentences which called javascript as well&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;It is truly EXTRA-complicated, I had being working on it in order to make our blog stand out from others. But perhaps Practice Makes Perfect, I am still a newbie to it so what I can do is only adding cursor, advertisement and a jumping orange jelly. Well, still quite impressive right?: P So that's give me a round of applause!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, come back to the topic, while I was working out how to add some really gorgeous animated snowflakes to the blog, all the text became like some tiny mini ants crawling on the screen... That makes my head dizzy and soon I was deadly aslept.&lt;br /&gt;One and a half hour later, I woke up and threw the HTML guide aside to RELAX my brain. I wonder how many of my brain cells surrendered during the battle with HTML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;---Tiffany---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-111780516374550582?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/111780516374550582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=111780516374550582&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111780516374550582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111780516374550582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/06/htmlmess-me-up.html' title='HTML...Mess me up...'/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-111779223570871977</id><published>2005-06-03T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T19:26:10.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Netball Match...</title><content type='html'>Linda here again...i was sooo exhausted today morning...a netball match against Hougang Primary...&lt;br /&gt;I was nervous before the game starts and during the early part of the 1st quarter...&lt;br /&gt;I played GK (goal keeper) in the 1st quarter...in 2nd, 3rd and 4th...i played GD (goal defence)...GD is suppose to guard GA (goal attack)...she is sooooo fast...playing with GA is really very tiring...she is taller than me...sigh...actually i had tried my best to intercept the ball and helped my team mates but...we still lost to them...i was "dying" on the court and every time our shooter never put the ball into the pole...i was sad and frustrated...but i always told myself to be calm and continue to bear with the pain on my finger...i will talk about this "finger" incident later...&lt;br /&gt;Whenever the Hougang's shooter shot in a ball...i was always depressed by this a bit...but i always tell myself to intercept the next ball which will be passing to her...&lt;br /&gt;During the 1st quarter for every match...i always won't intercept many balls because i was trying to read their game and thinking of how to guard her (the GA &amp;amp; GS)...then in the 2nd quarter onwards...i will understand their game better and play better...um...that's me when i am on court...&lt;br /&gt;About the "finger" incident...i was actually trying to intercept a ball but it was not successful and i hurt my finger in the 3rd quarter...during the break between the 3rd and 4th quarter, i didn't dare to tell my coach as i scared that i would let my team down...so i bore with it and played the 4th quarter...whenever i caught a ball or intercepted a ball...(with my injured finger..) the pain on my finger was unbearable...and now i can't bend it and i can't straighten it...it now has a bruise on it and it is swollen...&lt;br /&gt;Any way..i felt that i had done my bestttt....win or lose is not important (but our netball team hate to lose...)sigh...just do better next time and win the game....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-111779223570871977?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/111779223570871977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=111779223570871977&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111779223570871977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111779223570871977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/06/netball-match.html' title='Netball Match...'/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-111772534242815420</id><published>2005-06-02T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T23:15:42.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time travel so fast... im 12 already...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;  Hie.... im back again.... guess wad day is it today? it can be considered as one of my most wonderful and happiest day in my childhood... it's my birthday!?!?!?!? hahaha...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;        &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I went out with my family to science centre... i know i've been there before.... this goes out to olympism only... but... never mind... kkz... skip that part.. after that... we went to suntec city to purchase some red wine... time trevel fast... in a blink of eye... i reached home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;       Once i reached home... i have my dinner which was steamboat... it was delicious... the fishballs... abalones... and many many more! and of course... after dinner... we have the cake... &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cant believe... im 12 already.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;       Ahhh.... the bast part is it... the present opening ceremony!! i've got bears... angbaos... bottles with stars in it and a winnie the pooh... i wonder why... my presents are mostly all linked to winnie the pooh.. weird... and after that.. i guess you can guess what am i doing next... of course, sitting in front of the computer, typing my day to all  the readers out there... hope you guys enjoy it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;----- Eileen&lt;/em&gt; -----&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-111772534242815420?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/111772534242815420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=111772534242815420&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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all of you.&lt;br /&gt;Can I ask you: have you ever stay at home alone for 2 weeks??&lt;br /&gt;Well...I think you roughly know what i want to tell you from the above question...&lt;br /&gt;At first i thought that it is impossible to stay alone...(but nothing is impossible)..i thought of ghosts in the movies...in ghost story books whenever i was alone at night...but it will only make myself to feel more scared...sooo now i didn't think of all that anymore.&lt;br /&gt;When you reach home...the door is locked..but usually it is unlock with my grandmother and my brother in the house...when you step into the house...there is no one...an empty house with no one except me...i feel lonely the first day...but not at all from the first day onwards...&lt;br /&gt;I thought of independence...and i think it will be a good time for me to train myself...i thought of self-discipline...and now will be a good time to check if i have...&lt;br /&gt;Actually I am not lonely as Xiao Jiao (who is very siao..)will always call me and sometimes she will invite me to her house to have dinner with her...and Tiffany (from semalf..the success ah mah..)will always call me also...and Ying Xing from primary 5...most surprisingly...shooting from sanguines of the world (running non-stop will not be a problem for her) will be living with me...thanks to all this friends who helped me during this period (and some i didn't mention)...i feel good to have you this bunch of fantastic friends...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to them again and actually i am carrying on with my life in this new kind of living style well....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-111771953680226053?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/111771953680226053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=111771953680226053&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111771953680226053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111771953680226053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/06/another-experience.html' title='Another experience...'/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-111771441270148126</id><published>2005-06-02T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T23:31:17.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer VS Assesment Books</title><content type='html'>How many of you actually have a fight between computer and assesment books? Have you ever throw your assesment books aside and start punching really hard on your keyboard? Well, I guess everyone did that at least once.&lt;br /&gt;At this age, high technical can help you listen to music, chatting while playing computer games. While assesment books are just a pile of black and white, pen and paper written books.&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy playing, chatting, watching video, listening to music and surfing internet more than wrenching and toturing your brain, right? The answer is for sure a yes.&lt;br /&gt;To me, I love to surf on internet and read stories download from websites. It's all free and easy.&lt;br /&gt;But assesment books cost lots of money and it kills lots of ur brain cells, worth it? I guess not.&lt;br /&gt;But when you think about your certificate which our dear form teacher always mentioned about, the PSLE certificate, will guiltness appeared in your mind? Perhaps yes.&lt;br /&gt;There is one night that I dreamt about my PSLE certificate, and it appeared to be in three different marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one I dreamt was I slacken-up throughout the year and saw a terrifying marks of 213 on my cert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second one was I kick my butt up and get a wonderfully 271 on my cert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the third was I continue what I am doing always and got a not impressive 240.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one you are looking forward to get? Of course the 271 one.&lt;br /&gt;So I guess no matter how much we hate those assesment books and hate to study, you got to do it. For no one but yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Tiffany---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-111771441270148126?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/111771441270148126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=111771441270148126&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111771441270148126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111771441270148126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/06/computer-vs-assesment-books.html' title='Computer VS Assesment Books'/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-111771465200002058</id><published>2005-06-02T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T20:17:57.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Tipz....</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Whenever you feel lonely.....You may try to listen to your favourite MUSIC like F.I.R...(for linda)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Whenever you feel unhappy or sad....You may try to call up a friend(lyk me) and tell out your feelings and you may feel better after that...(For tiffany and Linda)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Whenever you were scolded by your family members or your teachers.....You may try to breathe in and out for serveral timess....and it may make you feel better...(For Linda, tiffany and Eileen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I was just sharing my thoughts....Whether it work or not...you may try it!!HAHA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;----jackson----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-111771465200002058?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/111771465200002058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=111771465200002058&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111771465200002058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111771465200002058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/06/some-tipz.html' title='Some Tipz....'/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-111770244749903486</id><published>2005-06-02T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T16:56:18.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/6131/640/Tiffany001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/6131/320/Tiffany001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh My God!! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Tiffany---(My photo when I was 5)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-111770244749903486?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/111770244749903486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=111770244749903486&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111770244749903486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111770244749903486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/06/oh-my-god-tiffany-my-photo-when-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-111770206821937979</id><published>2005-06-02T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T17:36:01.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The blue day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Everybody has blue days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;There are miserable days when you feel lousy, grumpy, lonely and utterly exhausted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Days when you feel small and insignificant, when everything seems just out of reach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;You can't rise to the occasion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Just getting started seems impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;On blue days you can become paranoid that everyone is out to get you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;You feel frustrated and anxious, which can induce a nail-biting frenzy that can escalate into a triple-chocolate-mud-cake-eating frenzy in a blink of an eye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;On blue days you feel like you are floating in an ocean of sadness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;You are about to burst into tears at any moment and you don't even know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Ultimately, you feel like you are wandering through life without purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;You are not sure how much longer you can hang on, and you feel like shouting, "Will someone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;please shoot me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;It doesn't take much to bring on a blue day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;You might just wake up not feeling or looking your best, find some new wrinkles or white hair, put on a little weight, or get a huge pimple on your nose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;You might get a 9/10 or have an embarrassing photograph published. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;You might get sacked, scolded or tricked, make a fool of yourself in public, be afflicted with a demeaning nickname, or just have a plain old bad hair day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Maybe work is a pain in the butt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You are under major pressure to fill someone else's shoes, your teacher or boss is picking on you, and everyone in the school is driving you crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You might have a splitting headache, or a slipped disk, bad breath, a toothache, chronic gas, dry lips, or a nasty ingrown toe nail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Whatever the reason, you are convinced that someone up there doesn't like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Oh what to do, what to dooo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well, if you are like most people, you will hide behind a flimsy belief that everything will sort itself out. Then you spend the rest of your life looking over your shoulder, waiting for everything to go wrong all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;All the while becoming crusty and cynical or a pathetic, sniveling victim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Until you get so depressed that you lie down and beg the earth to swallow you up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This is crazy, because you only young once and you are never old twice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Who knows what fantastic things are in store just around the corner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;After all, the world is full of amazing discoveries, things you can't imaging now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;There are delicious, happy sniffs and scrumptious snacks to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hey, you might end up fabulously rich or even become a huge super star(one day).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sounds good, doesn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But wait, there's more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;There are chalets and holidays to enjoy and matches to play and Karaoke and wild, crazy, bohemian shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;But the best of all, there's US!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Remember the song, " You will never walk alone" and try seeing things from a different perspective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Maybe you are actually the one at fault. If that's the case, be big enough to say you are sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Be proud of who you are, but don't lose the ability to laugh at yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Never hang back. Get out there and go for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;After all, isn't that what life is all about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I think so too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Tiffany---&lt;br /&gt;Original: Bradley Trevor Greive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-111770206821937979?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/111770206821937979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=111770206821937979&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111770206821937979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111770206821937979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/06/blue-day.html' title='The blue day'/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-111769102693083511</id><published>2005-06-02T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T13:45:17.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/6131/640/DSCN1074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/6131/320/DSCN1074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson The captain of Griffin running 400m &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Tiffany---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-111769102693083511?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/111769102693083511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=111769102693083511&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111769102693083511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111769102693083511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/06/jackson-captain-of-griffin-running.html' title=''/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-111763914939847683</id><published>2005-06-01T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T10:28:43.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mathematic and Writing</title><content type='html'>Opening the thin PSLE Math booklet and flapping through my holiday homeworks, pg 1 to 36 and pg.53 to 54. Thirty-eight pages of homework is waiting for me to complete. To me, Mathmatic is a very headachy subject. I am neither a Science nor Math person. And I don't really like things that's very solid, there's no way to compress it or change it's volume or shape. It's definete. I like things that's more out-of-the-world, things u never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the result, when things come to Mathmatic, I will start whining. Sometimes I was wondering when will we ever use Algebra or Circle into our real life?I don't want to be an architect or a teacher...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my mum told me that, " All the famous writer have a certain amout of knowledge in everything, they have to know some math in order to creat a suspense in detective novel, they need to know the culture of countries in order to discribe them. They need to know Science in order to write about animals, plants and why this makes that happen..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing is not only about creative ideas and building castles in the air, it also need knowledge to make the story a great story.(&lt;a href="http://www.sanguinesoftheworld.blogspot.com"&gt;http://www.sanguinesoftheworld.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; Check out Evening's writing about the Power of Knowledge.) If you are someone like me, who dislike Mathmatic but enjoy writing, I hope this helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to continue work on my PSLE booklet now~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-111763914939847683?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/111763914939847683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=111763914939847683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111763914939847683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111763914939847683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/06/mathematic-and-writing.html' title='Mathematic and Writing'/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-111763925756885084</id><published>2005-06-01T23:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T23:22:47.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid computer...</title><content type='html'>Okay!! i've got enough of that hello thing... i just cant publish the photo... Either is it too small or is it too big... Since i cant publish the photos... i'll write then... fustrating.... i've been sitting in front of the computer for a long time already, yet i still can't produce a photo... Dumb, silly and hilarious... these are the words to describe me... i'm feeling so FUSTRATED!!!! Guys.... i'll leave the photo job to you... i can't do it.... simply can't...&lt;br /&gt;---- Eileen----&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-111763925756885084?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/111763925756885084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=111763925756885084&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111763925756885084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111763925756885084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/06/stupid-computer.html' title='Stupid computer...'/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-111763914228193320</id><published>2005-06-01T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T23:20:52.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The "milk of happiness"!!!!</title><content type='html'>OK. NOw is the time to introduce myself.....Im Jackson(the bread of happiness' owner)...&lt;br /&gt;I think tiffany was right...But i need to add one more thing! When you eat "bread of happiness", you also must drink "milk of happiness" as they are together!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of this short story is that " Not only love those who is good to you but also take care those who is bad to you too!!! So that you may become good friends with them !"&lt;br /&gt;I knew my English succcccccccKs!!! So please dont laugh after you read this story!!haha!!&lt;br /&gt;(I dont know got logic or not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dear Jackson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-111763914228193320?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/111763914228193320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=111763914228193320&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111763914228193320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111763914228193320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/06/milk-of-happiness.html' title='The &quot;milk of happiness&quot;!!!!'/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-111763433380007655</id><published>2005-06-01T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T22:00:45.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/170/6132/320/DSCN1239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/170/6132/320/DSCN1239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing girl????(are you proposing??) &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done by :jackson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-111763433380007655?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/111763433380007655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=111763433380007655&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111763433380007655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111763433380007655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-are-you-doing-girlare-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-111763385515682254</id><published>2005-06-01T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T21:59:44.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/170/6132/320/CIMG1524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/170/6132/320/CIMG1524.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is she hot(is not that "hot")??? &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done by :jackson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-111763385515682254?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/111763385515682254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=111763385515682254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111763385515682254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111763385515682254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/06/is-she-hotis-not-that-hot-done-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-111763368599752644</id><published>2005-06-01T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T13:47:29.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/170/6132/320/CIMG0180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/170/6132/320/CIMG0180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson is resting during breakfast as he did not sleep the day BEFORE!!! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Jackson---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-111763368599752644?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/111763368599752644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=111763368599752644&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111763368599752644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111763368599752644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/06/jackson-is-resting-during-breakfast-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-111763717212949229</id><published>2005-06-01T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T22:56:00.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day before tomorrow...</title><content type='html'>Don't put off what you can do today till tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;This is a proverb that everyone in our class should know, but how many of us can actually do that? To me, it's 100% a difficult task. For those who knows me, I am someone who loves to sleep... Normally, I will sleep from 2pm to 6pm...&gt;__&lt; I always try to follow my schedule but mostly end up to be out of time. So the best plan and schedule can only work when you have the determination,perserverance and persistence.&lt;br /&gt;The day before tomorrow is TODAY, the most important day. This holiday should be a catch-up holiday but not a slacken-up holiday. Of course you can enjoy yourself at the right time (I mean the right time) , when you feel like shouting, "Will someone please shoot me!" It's time to RELAX. Think about how many great and crazy things you can do AFTER PSLE!! Sounds good, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;You and I, now work for the day before tomorrow. And play like nobody's buisness when time comes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the BEST Olympism....Break a leg!!(copyright from our form teacher)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-111763717212949229?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/111763717212949229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=111763717212949229&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111763717212949229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111763717212949229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/06/day-before-tomorrow.html' title='The day before tomorrow...'/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-111763320241821252</id><published>2005-06-01T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T22:05:04.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/6131/640/Tiffany.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/6131/320/Tiffany.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany in Taiwan &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Tiffany---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-111763320241821252?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/111763320241821252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=111763320241821252&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111763320241821252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111763320241821252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/06/tiffany-in-taiwan-tiffany.html' title=''/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-111763122550341129</id><published>2005-06-01T21:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T22:08:20.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/6131/640/DSCN1321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/6131/320/DSCN1321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson at the summit of Mt. Kinabalu &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Tiffany---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-111763122550341129?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/111763122550341129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=111763122550341129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111763122550341129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111763122550341129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/06/jackson-at-summit-of-mt.html' title=''/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-111763127473012855</id><published>2005-06-01T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T22:05:41.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/6131/640/DSCN1341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/6131/320/DSCN1341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen on her way back to Laban Rata Resthouse &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Tiffany---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-111763127473012855?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/111763127473012855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=111763127473012855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111763127473012855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111763127473012855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/06/eileen-on-her-way-back-to-laban-rata.html' title=''/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-111763117455684053</id><published>2005-06-01T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T22:08:45.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/6131/640/DSCN1299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/6131/320/DSCN1299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany at Mt Kinabalu &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Tiffany---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-111763117455684053?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/111763117455684053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=111763117455684053&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111763117455684053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111763117455684053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/06/tiffany-at-mt-kinabalu-tiffany.html' title=''/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-111763048684086606</id><published>2005-06-01T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T22:09:27.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/6131/640/DSCN1658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/6131/320/DSCN1658.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda  at Aloha Loyang&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Tiffany---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-111763048684086606?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/111763048684086606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=111763048684086606&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111763048684086606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111763048684086606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/06/linda-at-aloha-loyang-tiffany.html' title=''/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-111763091870076629</id><published>2005-06-01T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T13:57:31.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nearly LATE for school</title><content type='html'>Hey guys...I am Linda...I want to share one of my "worst" experience in my whole entire life (i think so...) with all of you...This terrible experience happened two days ago...&lt;br /&gt;We have science booster in the morning for the first three days of our June holiday and it is as early as 7a.m. so I set my alarm clock at 5.45.m. so that I would have enough time to prepare myself for the new and fresh day...&lt;br /&gt;The alarm clock rang and i pressed the snooze button. Thinking that it was only 5.45 a.m. i decided to sleep for just 5 minutes more...guess what...i slept for 1 hour and 3 minutes more...&lt;br /&gt;It was 6.48 a.m. I did whatever i was suppose to do in the fastest speed (in my record). " I will definately be late for school..." i thought. Usually i take bus to school but that day I can't...as there is a distance between my house and the school...I dashed out of my house...&lt;br /&gt;Luckily,there was a taxi just driving past and I took the taxi to school...&lt;br /&gt;sigh...i was not late...but nearly...sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-111763091870076629?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/111763091870076629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=111763091870076629&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111763091870076629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111763091870076629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/06/nearly-late-for-school.html' title='Nearly LATE for school'/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-111762853294004458</id><published>2005-06-01T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T22:10:05.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/6131/640/DSCN1807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/6131/320/DSCN1807.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bodyless Eileen &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Tiffany---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-111762853294004458?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/111762853294004458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=111762853294004458&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111762853294004458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111762853294004458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/06/bodyless-eileen-tiffany.html' title=''/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-111762848928874089</id><published>2005-06-01T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T22:10:29.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/6131/640/DSCN1794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/6131/320/DSCN1794.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dangling!! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Tiffany---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-111762848928874089?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/111762848928874089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=111762848928874089&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111762848928874089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111762848928874089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/06/dangling-tiffany.html' title=''/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-111762837137105903</id><published>2005-06-01T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T22:11:05.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/6131/640/DSCN1519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/6131/320/DSCN1519.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Left: Tiffany and Linda(The prettiest girl in class) &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Tiffany---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-111762837137105903?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/111762837137105903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=111762837137105903&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111762837137105903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111762837137105903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/06/from-left-tiffany-and-lindathe.html' title=''/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-111762802873429455</id><published>2005-06-01T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T22:11:24.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/6131/640/DSCN1777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/6131/320/DSCN1777.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Left: Linda, Eileen and Jackson &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Tiffany---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-111762802873429455?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/111762802873429455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=111762802873429455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111762802873429455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111762802873429455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/06/from-left-linda-eileen-and-jackson.html' title=''/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-111760811409797608</id><published>2005-06-01T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T14:41:54.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bread Of Happiness</title><content type='html'>Hi, guys... I am Tiffany. I would like to share this small story to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our group member---Jackson, brought a piece of bread to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Although it was flattened and cold but while we were laughing at the bread, he told us this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" This is my bread of happiness(幸福面包), my mum bought it for me because she is afraid that there will be no shops opening in the Canteen during holidays."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The piece of cold and flattened bread totally shown the love of his mother towards her son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of this story: Take good care of those you love. The most important thing is not the price but the heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-111760811409797608?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/111760811409797608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=111760811409797608&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111760811409797608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111760811409797608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/05/bread-of-happiness.html' title='The Bread Of Happiness'/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-111760997900725859</id><published>2005-06-01T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T15:15:35.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results... SA1....</title><content type='html'>Hie guys... I quite bored, so I decided to work on this... Although it make me feel sad all over again... I still got to carry on... Okay... SA1 is over... So how is your results? Well mine is quite horrid...&lt;br /&gt;English: 69&lt;br /&gt;Maths: 50&lt;br /&gt;Science: 74&lt;br /&gt;Chinese: 88&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty obvious, my strongest subject is Chinese.... Its always been like that.... But i could get higher... Guess i spent all my time revising Science... And thus neglected Chinese... HaizZ.... My maths is the worst... Gotta work on it.... Science.... Hmm... Quite good..... At least i beat Venessa! Hahahaha.... Speaking of that... I won Venessa almost every subject... That make me the most please..... English... ah... its always been like that... No doubt about it... But still gotta push myself more and strive for at least an A....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my mum about my results that day which happened to be her birthday, she was quite please with my results... so that spare me from the nagging... i complained to her " Mum, i worked so hard for the exams... why isn't the results what i want to acheive? " My mum is a very gentle lady, so she replied in this tender tone, " Dear, things won't be the best sometimes even you have put ur heart and soul into it... " Alright, this is the first and the last time i hear my mum in this tone... Sounds weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, thats all for my results.... Of course, i would like to improve on it... But i'll try my best... Oh ya! I've yet introduce myself, Im Eileen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~&lt;&lt;&gt;&gt;~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-111760997900725859?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/111760997900725859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=111760997900725859&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111760997900725859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111760997900725859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/05/results-sa1.html' title='Results... SA1....'/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13321637.post-111759318769181099</id><published>2005-06-01T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T20:03:30.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The first blog</title><content type='html'>Words to success:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never do anything that won't make your mum proud.----Tiffany----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never explain--your friends do not need it and your enemies will not believe you anyway.&lt;br /&gt;----Jackson----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuous effort, not strength or intelligence is the key to unlock our potential.----Linda----&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13321637-111759318769181099?l=semalf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/feeds/111759318769181099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13321637&amp;postID=111759318769181099&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111759318769181099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13321637/posts/default/111759318769181099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semalf.blogspot.com/2005/05/first-blog.html' title='The first blog'/><author><name>Chamade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003485340454211670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.joyyang.com/picture/person_2005625224428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
