<?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-3194355298682747572</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:57:40.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Childish Memories</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jingying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11230785220679848947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194355298682747572.post-8289522635032069736</id><published>2010-06-09T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T06:59:16.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winning Vote</title><content type='html'>Here's one of the final polls that I'm going to post up here on my blog. This time, it will decide the location of the outing. So, make the right choice, the decision is yours! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form method='post' action='http://mypollcreator.com/vote.php?id=8662' style='border: 2px solid black; margin: auto; padding: 5px; width: 150px; background-color: grey'&gt;&lt;table width='100%'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 style='color: white; font-weight: bold; text-align: center' &gt;Where and how long would you like our group outing to be?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 style='color: white; padding-top: 5px'&gt;&lt;input type='radio' name='answer' value='East Coast Park, Half Day (afternoon to evening)'&gt;East Coast Park, Half Day (afternoon to evening)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type='radio' name='answer' value='Pasir Ris Park, Full Day'&gt;Pasir Ris Park, Full Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;input type='submit' value='Vote' name='submitvote'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href='http://mypollcreator.com/results/8662'&gt;Results&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194355298682747572-8289522635032069736?l=thechildishmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8289522635032069736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194355298682747572&amp;postID=8289522635032069736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/8289522635032069736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/8289522635032069736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/2010/06/winning-vote.html' title='Winning Vote'/><author><name>jingying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11230785220679848947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194355298682747572.post-9002682567895890258</id><published>2010-06-07T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T03:36:57.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vietnam NE Trip 2010</title><content type='html'>Hi Dunmanians and Temasek students,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please fill in the poll below so that I can find out where and when we can have our outing. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action="http://mypollcreator.com/vote.php?id=8642" method="post" style="background-color: black; border: 3px solid red; margin: auto; padding: 5px; width: 150px;"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="color: white; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;Where and how long would you like our group outing to be?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="color: white; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;&lt;input name="answer" type="radio" value="East Coast Park, Full Day" /&gt;East Coast Park, Full Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input name="answer" type="radio" value="East Coast Park, Half Day (morning to afternoon)" /&gt;East Coast Park, Half Day (morning to afternoon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input name="answer" type="radio" value="East Coast Park, Half Day (afternoon to evening)" /&gt;East Coast Park, Half Day (afternoon to evening)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input name="answer" type="radio" value="Pasir Ris Park, Full Day" /&gt;Pasir Ris Park, Full Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input name="answer" type="radio" value="Pasir Ris Park, Half Day (morning to afternoon)" /&gt;Pasir Ris Park, Half Day (morning to afternoon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input name="answer" type="radio" value="Pasir Ris Park, Half Day (afternoon to evening)" /&gt;Pasir Ris Park, Half Day (afternoon to evening)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input name="answer" type="radio" value="I'm fine with anything" /&gt;I'm fine with anything&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;input name="submitvote" type="submit" value="Vote" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://mypollcreator.com/results/8642"&gt;Results&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194355298682747572-9002682567895890258?l=thechildishmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/9002682567895890258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194355298682747572&amp;postID=9002682567895890258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/9002682567895890258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/9002682567895890258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/2010/06/vietnam-ne-trip-2010.html' title='Vietnam NE Trip 2010'/><author><name>jingying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11230785220679848947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194355298682747572.post-3701216310887253058</id><published>2009-09-29T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T04:29:36.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Relationships</title><content type='html'>There are human relationships which most people do not understand. There are also some which we have to uncover ourselves. I have been studying human relationships since I was born and I really am glad that everything I have learnt up till today has been relearnt once again. By relearning, I meant that I have learnt the importance of why we have to learn what we have to learn as well as how we do it. I will elaborate on this the next time I post. Thanks for reading this boring thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My end-of-year examinations are coming, so I don't think I will be able to post so frequently. So, please bear with me through these very difficult days, thanks so much!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194355298682747572-3701216310887253058?l=thechildishmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3701216310887253058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194355298682747572&amp;postID=3701216310887253058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/3701216310887253058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/3701216310887253058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/2009/09/human-relationships.html' title='Human Relationships'/><author><name>jingying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11230785220679848947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194355298682747572.post-2905353142441337140</id><published>2009-07-07T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T23:37:03.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There has been something wrong these days.&lt;div&gt;Everything is not right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The way I talk, the way I speak to other people,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The way I try to hide the facts but never succeed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All these spells one word: WRONG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have always been afraid that somehow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day I am going to become evil and that everything will change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will not let that happen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I know it is gonna come true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day, my spells aren't gonna work anymore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'll have to take care of yourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'll always be there by your side,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know I will be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My world has always been bizarre,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything has always been weird ever since that day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day I knocked my head against that table,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The very same table I am using now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've tried my best to hide the facts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it never works, I can swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It never helps me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shed a tear, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It never makes me feel better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;I try to change back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;I try as I might,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;But I just can't change anymore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;I can never change again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;That is a fact I can always remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Friends who will stay by your side,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;What a joke,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Those who stand by you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Are easy to provoke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Their bad mood just makes you sad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Upon seeing this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;They make you cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;They use harsh comments like never before,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;As you try to hide that sensitive soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;To everyone whom reads this post,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;My heart aches as never before,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;I hope your friends will never make you cry,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Like they ever made me do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;I wish you luck in finding true friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Only those that never will hurt you again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194355298682747572-2905353142441337140?l=thechildishmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2905353142441337140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194355298682747572&amp;postID=2905353142441337140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/2905353142441337140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/2905353142441337140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/there-has-been-something-wrong-these.html' title=''/><author><name>jingying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11230785220679848947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194355298682747572.post-5717181929779137314</id><published>2009-03-29T02:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T04:44:53.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it just me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everyone has their good times and their bad times. They say that it all balances up to equal good and bad times. I don't agree. In my life, I've had enough of bad times more than good times. They just freak me out! Every single day, my life is almost ruined. Everything is always wrong. The times of my tests, the dates of my lessons and the times of my birth! I don't know if god is just fair, or that I am just being too spoilt. Do you think I act like a brat? Maybe I talk like one, but I sure am not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow, I'll have to hand up my Geography homework (project), plus 2 Happy Toilet posters. Can you believe it? So much work to do and so little time. Speaking of time, I need to go now, lots of homework to do, remember? Buh-bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194355298682747572-5717181929779137314?l=thechildishmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5717181929779137314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194355298682747572&amp;postID=5717181929779137314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/5717181929779137314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/5717181929779137314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-it-just-me.html' title='Is it just me?'/><author><name>jingying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11230785220679848947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194355298682747572.post-1615226751210648165</id><published>2009-02-28T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T07:20:13.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People, people, my sibling system has changed (quite a lot actually), now, I am only the 2nd sibling among us orphans. Plus, I am the only male! So pathetic, right? Anyways, only Kendra-san has her position changed. She is now our eldest sister. Must 尊敬尊敬. Still, Michael 小妹 still calls me 小弟, how rude of him, or her, or whatever it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell sick yesterday, so sad. My temperature reached 38 degrees celsius when I reached home. But thanks to panadol, my temperature went down. All thanks to you, 小妹, 是你害我的! He was sick the day before. I had to pull him to the sick bay. He was reluctant. He even asked for a cup of warm drink at the canteen before going there. Can't stand him! In the end, I spent 2 hours in school with that guy. That's how I got sick... HAAACHOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class was alright yesterday. Fine. Nothing much except for the fact that I was so sick in class. Couldn't pay attention in class, how sad. Somemore, I had to take down notes for both me and Michael, had to go home and revise. 更惨的是, when I got home, after my lunch, I went straight online and typed out every single note that I remembered. (Just realised today that one of them was wrong, oopsies...) It took me one whole afternoon to type the whole thing out. In the end, the only thing 小妹 said to me was, "sorry ah, thanks." that's all... So sad. 7 hours was already bad enough and the only things he said was "sorry, ah" and "thanks". How ungrateful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind lah. I got no more energy left to blame him. Somemore, I think I'm catching a cold after being caught in the rain... Yup, I was one of the dumb people who ran all the way to the bus stop on the other street. So embarrassing. I was drenched to the skin. Shivering and shivering and when I thought it didn't work, I was warm again. 小妹, you were right. Shivering and "vibrating" do help us to get warm. Nice research done, keep up the great work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go and rest or I'm gonna catch a cold soon. Catcha later, buh-bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194355298682747572-1615226751210648165?l=thechildishmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1615226751210648165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194355298682747572&amp;postID=1615226751210648165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/1615226751210648165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/1615226751210648165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/2009/02/people-people-my-sibling-system-has.html' title=''/><author><name>jingying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11230785220679848947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194355298682747572.post-4863254751542748023</id><published>2009-02-18T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T01:32:43.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi People, I'm bored with lots of homework these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored + Homework = Not having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This equation is the most accurate in the history of Math. Unless if you like homework, then, it's a different story. Anyway, I've been having strange dreams lately. I think it has something to do with "stress"... I'm not sure. I hope I'll never have such dreams EVER again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just gained a few more siblings in school. As in, in my new school. Not my previous school. So, these are my new "siblings":&lt;br /&gt;-Kendra-san "小弟"&lt;br /&gt;-Xiwen Jamie "小妹"&lt;br /&gt;-Michael "小妹"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to me. I'm their "大哥" (elder brother). I know I'm a female, Michael is a male and Kendra, a female, but that's the whole point! I just make them my siblings! BTW, both Michael and Kendra are older than me... But still, their my younger "siblings". Some of you, my classmates, might have noticed that I always call them by their "nicknames" (小弟 and 小妹). So, this is my explanation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go. Lots of homework to rush. Like I said, Iljimmae has homework too. Byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194355298682747572-4863254751542748023?l=thechildishmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4863254751542748023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194355298682747572&amp;postID=4863254751542748023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/4863254751542748023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/4863254751542748023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi-people-im-bored-with-lots-of.html' title=''/><author><name>jingying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11230785220679848947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194355298682747572.post-8418871986137502924</id><published>2009-02-07T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T05:52:24.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iljimae is tired...</title><content type='html'>I am so tired, I can sleep like a log for the next 10 hours! Every single day, I have homework, not sparing the weekends. I am super tired out already! Who knew that Secondary School life would be so hard!!! Anyways, I still have piles of homework. Somehow, I don't think I'll be able to finish off everything by 2moro, even if I stay up all night long. But, I'm gonna try it out anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it! I think that my skin is getting worse and worse by the minute. I already feel the burn when I put on the antiseptic cream. It's horrible!!! Man, Iljimae's feeling the burn! (Not my fats, but my wound...) I think I'll have to go to the doctors 2moro. Check out my infections and then wahla! It'll all be okay, right? I hope so...&lt;br /&gt;Yo people, Iljimae is not feeling so good, think I'm sick or something. But 'fraid not. I'll still be able to "steal from the rich"... Tonight, I'm taking action and then I'm gonna win this fight against "the guards of the palace". You'll see, Iljimae won't die so easily. Gotta go. I have lots of homework to rush. (Hey! Iljimae also have homework, kay? Not only normal people have it!) Buh-Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194355298682747572-8418871986137502924?l=thechildishmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8418871986137502924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194355298682747572&amp;postID=8418871986137502924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/8418871986137502924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/8418871986137502924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/2009/02/iljimae-is-tired.html' title='Iljimae is tired...'/><author><name>jingying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11230785220679848947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194355298682747572.post-7096654965393443144</id><published>2009-01-24T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T02:39:29.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets</title><content type='html'>What in the world is a secret?&lt;br /&gt;Is it something that isn't supposed to be told?&lt;br /&gt;Is it something to be kept in your heart always?&lt;br /&gt;Secrets, why are you always haunting me...&lt;br /&gt;Every single night I see your face,&lt;br /&gt;In the mirror,&lt;br /&gt;In the waters...&lt;br /&gt;But never when someone else is there.&lt;br /&gt;Secrets, why are you hiding?&lt;br /&gt;Who are you hiding from,&lt;br /&gt;And where are you?&lt;br /&gt;Is there something I can do to unveil your darkness?&lt;br /&gt;Is there something to reveal your soul?&lt;br /&gt;Is there something I can do to make you tell me what is real?&lt;br /&gt;I am confused,&lt;br /&gt;I am mad,&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer excited as I once was then.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to know the truth,&lt;br /&gt;Even if it is just an ugly soul.&lt;br /&gt;Just try to let me,&lt;br /&gt;Let me see your soul...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194355298682747572-7096654965393443144?l=thechildishmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7096654965393443144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194355298682747572&amp;postID=7096654965393443144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/7096654965393443144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/7096654965393443144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/2009/01/secrets.html' title='Secrets'/><author><name>jingying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11230785220679848947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194355298682747572.post-1762373191118623111</id><published>2009-01-17T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T21:20:37.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>For those who don't know, I am now in Dunman High. I've been quite busy these days. Lots of homework ever since the lessons started. Actually, it is not really that stressed in DHS, once you get the hang of it. You'll just have to do your homework every single day and hand them up on time, that's all! There's no secret to keeping up, really.&lt;br /&gt;It's been quite a long time since I've seen my classmates (from EPPS). I kinda miss them. Not trying to be emo or anything... lols. I think I'm gonna go and visit my primary school next Friday. At least I'm gonna try to... Since I have lots of homework and all, it's gonna be quite hard to get back before EPPS closes.&lt;br /&gt;GTG, lots of homework now. Plus, I am never free. Bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194355298682747572-1762373191118623111?l=thechildishmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1762373191118623111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194355298682747572&amp;postID=1762373191118623111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/1762373191118623111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/1762373191118623111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/2009/01/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>jingying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11230785220679848947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194355298682747572.post-2914101477243363648</id><published>2008-12-07T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T20:58:12.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild Wild Wet</title><content type='html'>I went to Wild Wild Wet last Sunday. It was fun, but not so exciting... We didn't try everything cos we had to go at 4pm and it rained for a while... It was still fun. I injured myself at the "playground". It was quite a deep cut. I saw my flesh... It was totally white. After I slid down one of the slides, my wound started to hurt and it bled profusely. So terrible. I've recovered from my cuts since yesterday. They still hurt, but they're fine now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Dunman High next year. For the past few nights, I've not been able to sleep well nor eat well. I didn't have quite the appetite for most of my meals. Is that a good thing? Dunno... Oh, I promised that I'll write a song, right? Sorry, but I won't be able to keep that promise. I'm a bit busy these days. Sorry...&lt;br /&gt;I just got my laptop back from the "repairing person". My laptop was fine actually, no viruses detected. But as soon as I got it back, my laptop needed to remove those dumb viruses... So bad... I have to go now. Practising my piano next. Maybe I'll meet one of you guys in Downtown East one day as I'll be visiting that place lots on weekends. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194355298682747572-2914101477243363648?l=thechildishmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2914101477243363648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194355298682747572&amp;postID=2914101477243363648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/2914101477243363648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/2914101477243363648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/2008/12/wild-wild-wet.html' title='Wild Wild Wet'/><author><name>jingying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11230785220679848947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194355298682747572.post-6338954250363780312</id><published>2008-11-12T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:44:26.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day...</title><content type='html'>Hi guys, it has been a while since I've posted. That's cos I didn't have anything to tell you... Sorry. Today is the last day of school yet I spent around 3/4 of my day in another school! Isn't that the worst thing that has happened? It was horrible! The toilet was wet and smelly (a little) and the whole thing was crazy! We were running around the whole school holding a stupid clue that was wrong! We weren't supposed to get that dumb old clue yet, you know? But that stupid guy gave it to us and wasted our time! If it weren't for them, we could've won third prize or something! Infuriating!!!&lt;br /&gt;Although this is the last day of school, I just gained myself another best friend! Cool, right? But I'm not gonna tell you who it is... teeheehee... Only my brother knows... LJ is my bro anyway... You can ask him.&lt;br /&gt;OMG! I am so gonna miss you guys! Everyone is so good to me nowadays. Too good to me... So nice that I can never forget you guys! I'm gonna write the lyrics of a song composed just for you guys. But, I'm not gonna post it yet. Try it next time, okay? Gotta go, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194355298682747572-6338954250363780312?l=thechildishmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6338954250363780312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194355298682747572&amp;postID=6338954250363780312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/6338954250363780312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/6338954250363780312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/2008/11/last-day.html' title='Last day...'/><author><name>jingying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11230785220679848947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194355298682747572.post-5210669051515793864</id><published>2008-10-22T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T01:47:16.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party!</title><content type='html'>I went to Laura's house yesterday cos it was her birthday. It was so fun! We had pizza and we did many other things that I can't remember! It was such a nice day until it rained and I had to miss my favourite shows... So sad...&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day when school reopens after a week of PSLE marking. Although it was only for 4 days, I had fun... At least I think...&lt;br /&gt;Avatar is so nice! I've never watched a show like this before. No wonder it was an award-winning animation. It is great! Although I only watched the first three episodes on OKTO, I find the show pretty cool... Maybe not as cool as an iceberg but quite okay for ice cool...&lt;br /&gt;Ben10 is repeating on OKTO. I hate it when shows repeat and repeat after a few episodes. So, if any OKTO crew happens to be here, I hope you will understand the message...&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I have to go now. I have to go and play with my Nintendo Wii. See you guys in school!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194355298682747572-5210669051515793864?l=thechildishmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5210669051515793864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194355298682747572&amp;postID=5210669051515793864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/5210669051515793864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/5210669051515793864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/2008/10/party.html' title='Party!'/><author><name>jingying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11230785220679848947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194355298682747572.post-9032058910343576277</id><published>2008-10-18T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T01:11:13.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone...</title><content type='html'>I'm starting to lose my blogging "instincts" these days. Last time, when I was online, I always had the urge of posting something on my blog. But now, no more... I thought that it was because of my addiction for watching all those tv shows online, but it was not... I want myself back... I want me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People tell me that I am not alone... I beg to differ... I don't know why but there has always been an empty feeling inside... Like nobody wants me anymore... You might think that I am ridiculous, but guess again... Nothing is impossible in this cruel world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hana Kimi is so nice! I watched the whole thing online and it was magnificent! A work of art indeed! (Okay, I sound like a crazy person from a cartoon or show...) I watched the whole thing again and again and again! It was so nice!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go now, meet you guys in school. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194355298682747572-9032058910343576277?l=thechildishmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/9032058910343576277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194355298682747572&amp;postID=9032058910343576277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/9032058910343576277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/9032058910343576277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/2008/10/alone.html' title='Alone...'/><author><name>jingying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11230785220679848947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194355298682747572.post-6385603791246872711</id><published>2008-10-07T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T02:44:52.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have nothing to hide</title><content type='html'>PSLE is finally over! I feel so happy!!! I am so free now that I don't have to listen to anyone for a long time! Plus, now I can play computer games (I think) and read all my pokemon adventures comic books, all eight of them! (Don't laugh, okay, I am childish...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is gonna be the worst day ever! I will have to go to school. (Although I like it...)This post is one of the shortest ones I've written... I have no time to complete the rest so I'll do it the next time I am online... Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194355298682747572-6385603791246872711?l=thechildishmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6385603791246872711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194355298682747572&amp;postID=6385603791246872711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/6385603791246872711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/6385603791246872711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-have-nothing-to-hide.html' title='I have nothing to hide'/><author><name>jingying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11230785220679848947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194355298682747572.post-2215097604070252780</id><published>2008-09-26T01:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T23:47:10.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Remember the last time when I uploaded Mr. Lee's photo on my blog? Here's an updated and better version:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250254350845605314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dvnzLZ36K9I/SNymg9qZ9cI/AAAAAAAAAD4/H-0RUFbebfM/s320/S6300395%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The older one is more blur and it is extremely darker than the newer one; at least I learnt how to edit photos in just one day, right? I just hope that I can edit more photos and make them better. I have to go and revise now, bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194355298682747572-2215097604070252780?l=thechildishmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2215097604070252780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194355298682747572&amp;postID=2215097604070252780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/2215097604070252780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/2215097604070252780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/2008/09/remember-last-time-when-i-uploaded-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>jingying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11230785220679848947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dvnzLZ36K9I/SNymg9qZ9cI/AAAAAAAAAD4/H-0RUFbebfM/s72-c/S6300395%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194355298682747572.post-1622658068468652264</id><published>2008-09-26T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T00:33:59.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PSLE</title><content type='html'>PSLE is going to be a breeze! As if. It is like days of torture, from studying to testing! But, lucky for me, I will be able to enjoy my 'ME DAYS' before my sister. Yay for me! I will also be able to play computer games before my sister can. So happy! It is just a few more days before the end of PSLE, so, 加油!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194355298682747572-1622658068468652264?l=thechildishmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1622658068468652264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194355298682747572&amp;postID=1622658068468652264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/1622658068468652264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/1622658068468652264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/2008/09/psle.html' title='PSLE'/><author><name>jingying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11230785220679848947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194355298682747572.post-8507812818381226169</id><published>2008-09-23T22:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T00:39:00.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dying</title><content type='html'>I don't care a damn to what rumour Dawn is spreading about me. But, I have to make this clear, I am not going to give in to anyone, okay? Plus, now I have no time for such things now coz now I am preparing for my PSLE and I am so darn busy! I am very very very busy so now, all I have in my mind is study, study and study, okay? Don't disturb me now, I don't wanna be disturbed, okay?&lt;br /&gt;I am SO dead. Really really dead this time. Although I went for the check-up and found that I was fine, I am still dead. I have a major problem in my world, as in my mentality, I think. I am seriously stressed, maybe or not (not sure), becos of my exams and that I've been piling myself up with lots of work and stressing myself out! I am dying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dying,&gt;&lt;dying,&gt; *Cries* Funeral Music Playing Away... (So sad, as if. When I am dead, there will be world peace...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194355298682747572-8507812818381226169?l=thechildishmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8507812818381226169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194355298682747572&amp;postID=8507812818381226169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/8507812818381226169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/8507812818381226169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/2008/09/dying.html' title='Dying'/><author><name>jingying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11230785220679848947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194355298682747572.post-8953055574895759575</id><published>2008-09-22T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T01:41:20.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went for a health check-up last Saturday. It was relieving to know that I was fine and all and that my heart didn't have any problems. It was just that I was too stressed out by the coming PSLE. As if...&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I am not really affected by people around me, or am I? I don't even know myself... Teeheehee... I know that I am a bit of Drama but my brother is more drama than me lor. Really what! So, if you think that I am just a bit too drama, tell me. I don't wanna be that way...&lt;br /&gt;Do you think that I will be affected by puberty as it comes to me? I think so. I am not sure, really. But, one thing's for sure. If you see me laughing away suddenly, then you'll know that I am affected by something strongly. I don't know why but that really makes me weird, right?&lt;br /&gt;I have to go. I have to study and study and study and so on. Nothing much to do nowadays except for studying so buh-bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194355298682747572-8953055574895759575?l=thechildishmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8953055574895759575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194355298682747572&amp;postID=8953055574895759575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/8953055574895759575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/8953055574895759575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-went-for-health-check-up-last.html' title=''/><author><name>jingying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11230785220679848947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194355298682747572.post-7700689487129585071</id><published>2008-09-18T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T02:30:17.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Afraid...</title><content type='html'>Is it wrong to be afraid? I don't think so. People have their fears. Eg. the dark, their parents, their past, their friends, their families, etc. Is it a crime to be afraid of someone or something? Guess what, I am afraid of ghosts. You may think that I am afraid of nothing, but you are SO wrong. Cockroaches, ghosts, the dark, being alone, I am afraid too. Nothing is unable to scare me (except for a few people...). If you know of anything that can help me, please tell me! Please! I don't wanna live in this shadow forever!&lt;br /&gt;I am dead. Dead. Dead!!! I did something that I was not supposed to do. Especially during exam time. Okay, don't think of the negative thoughts. I've done something that is positive to me but not really all that negative to you. But still, I am dead! I promised not to do that but I did it! I am dead, DEAD!!! Can somebody help me with this? Even though you don't know what the heck this is? Please? Anybody can help besides the boys... Really... ...&lt;br /&gt;I am dying!!! I deproved in my exams and alot!!! Previously, I had 332.3 for my overall SA1 exmas, but now, I dropped to 325! Worse, I lost to Andrew by just 1 mark! Isn't that incredibly not good? Huh? Tell me!!! I am gonna work hard by getting an A for my Science and three A* for my other subjects. If I can't get above my target, I won't be able to get to Dunman High!!! Work hard and 加油! Go people!!!&lt;br /&gt;Just now, during supplementary, my heart almost jumped out from my mouth! Really! I mean it! It was awfully painful that my heart was like pounding hardly and badly. It was so fast and I thought I was gonna die! So painful. I think that should be going for a health check-up soon to find out if I have a blocked artery or I got cancer or something. I am really worried! I don't wanna lose you guys and I haven't even fulfiled my dreams and wishes yet! I hope that I won't die so soon! I haven't even been to the places I want to go and done the things I want to do! I don't want to leave everyone and be the first one to leave the school!!! I really need a health check-up. Hope I'm okay...&lt;br /&gt;I have to go now, see you guys tomorrow, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194355298682747572-7700689487129585071?l=thechildishmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7700689487129585071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194355298682747572&amp;postID=7700689487129585071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/7700689487129585071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/7700689487129585071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/2008/09/afraid.html' title='Afraid...'/><author><name>jingying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11230785220679848947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194355298682747572.post-5293962170118226693</id><published>2008-09-16T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T00:47:43.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogskin</title><content type='html'>You guys like my new blogskin? Although it is not as colourful as the previous one, it is still in black and white, my favourite! I browsed through blogger when I saw this. It was love at first sight! Black and white, though very dull, but still, it is very nice and simple, just the way I like it!&lt;br /&gt;The exams won't be bothering me until October. Now, I have lots of homework to do. No more daydreaming and less imagination (except for the times when I am writing compos...). Okay, I have to go now, see you guys in school! Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194355298682747572-5293962170118226693?l=thechildishmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5293962170118226693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194355298682747572&amp;postID=5293962170118226693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/5293962170118226693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/5293962170118226693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/2008/09/blogskin.html' title='Blogskin'/><author><name>jingying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11230785220679848947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194355298682747572.post-2148865017678176131</id><published>2008-09-12T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T01:23:37.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miserable</title><content type='html'>I feel so weird, like something happened to me yesterday. I kept thinking about something, something that I am not supposed to think of. Something good and bad, happy and sad, I don't know how to tell or how to describe but I feel miserable. Very miserable...&lt;br /&gt;When people ask me who is my favourite singer, I am always stumped. But now, I know. You guys know Leona Lewis right? Yeps, she is my favourite singer. Her voice is like amazing! She can hit such high notes and I love her 'Bleeding Love' song. Very nice!&lt;br /&gt;I have to go. Good luck for PSLE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194355298682747572-2148865017678176131?l=thechildishmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2148865017678176131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194355298682747572&amp;postID=2148865017678176131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/2148865017678176131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/2148865017678176131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/2008/09/miserable.html' title='Miserable'/><author><name>jingying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11230785220679848947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194355298682747572.post-174949559631078767</id><published>2008-09-11T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T23:40:14.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pigs fly</title><content type='html'>Pigs do fly. They do. I guess I was wrong when I said that only a miracle can make pigs fly. I bet all of you has heard of air pork. That's how pigs fly. I am dead, dead, DEAD! PIGS ACTUALLY FLY! If any of you know about my basketball incident, don't tell PY. But if she knows, I won't blame you guys.&lt;br /&gt;I want to kill myself, like jump down the building or something. Life is not a joke and it is definitely NOT FUN. But if you try to make life fun, it can BE fun. Make yourselves comfortable cos' it makes life look relaxing and easy. Lighten up and chill. Even if you're not allowed to use the computer, you can still read a book or stay back in school and play some basketball, like what I did yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to my fellow friends for the coming PSLE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194355298682747572-174949559631078767?l=thechildishmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/174949559631078767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194355298682747572&amp;postID=174949559631078767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/174949559631078767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/174949559631078767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/2008/09/pigs-fly.html' title='Pigs fly'/><author><name>jingying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11230785220679848947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194355298682747572.post-3475061341865399695</id><published>2008-09-08T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T23:04:44.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignored</title><content type='html'>Does anyone know how it feels to be ignored by people around you or to be the one who gets all the attention? Sometimes, you can be both ignored and be the on with the most attention. There can be happiness and sadness in everything. Like what Mr. Lee said in class: GOD IS FAIR... There are pros and cons for everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being alone is sad, it is bad and scary. I'm afraid, that I will be all alone, out there, by myself... I am afraid, that I won't be liked by people anymore... That I will leave without anyone with me, alone, not a sound...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194355298682747572-3475061341865399695?l=thechildishmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3475061341865399695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194355298682747572&amp;postID=3475061341865399695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/3475061341865399695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/3475061341865399695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/2008/09/ignored.html' title='Ignored'/><author><name>jingying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11230785220679848947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194355298682747572.post-862770462255477557</id><published>2008-09-03T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T02:23:06.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Addiction!!!</title><content type='html'>I am so damn addicted to Space Chimps! I totally love Ham, he is SO cute!!! Luna is cute too, but she is more of the smart one... Titan is so funny, he uses 'chimp' to replace the parts of some words like 'chimpravize', 'chimpmartialed' and the most unbelievable - 'chimp this ride'. But the most funny thing is that he never calls Zartog by his name. Instead, he calls him 'Zartig' and 'Zelik'.&lt;br /&gt;There was this part in the movie when Killowat told Ham and Luna about the terrible things in the Valley of Very Bad Things. These are what he said:&lt;br /&gt;-Mad Florg Disease&lt;br /&gt;-Avian Urg Flu&lt;br /&gt;-The Flesh Devouring Beast&lt;br /&gt;-Death Spowls and&lt;br /&gt;-The Dark Cloud of Id, from no one escapes unchanged&lt;br /&gt;Those stuff really made the chimps a little scared... But they were willing to risk their lives to safe Titan from Zartog. There was also a part when the senator asked the scientists how many potholes they can fix with 5 billion dollars (but he did not ask that question for real). The scientists actually went to find out the answer! It was 50.6 million, based on fluctuations in asphalt, labor costs and overtime! Unbelievable!&lt;br /&gt;The above information was taken from the movie and the official website. For more information, please log on to &lt;a href="http://www.spacechimpspower.com/"&gt;www.spacechimpspower.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;That was funny, right? I actually could memorise the whole thing! It was actually a joke... About the information thing? But I really got them from the internet. Anyway, Space Chimps rock!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194355298682747572-862770462255477557?l=thechildishmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/862770462255477557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194355298682747572&amp;postID=862770462255477557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/862770462255477557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/862770462255477557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/2008/09/addiction.html' title='Addiction!!!'/><author><name>jingying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11230785220679848947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194355298682747572.post-2145845060393310147</id><published>2008-09-01T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T23:23:10.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Space Chimps!!!</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone. Sorry for not posting for the past few days. I was quite busy lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the time when I told you that I won the Space Chimps movie tickets? I went to the Golden Village cinema at Bishan on Sunday morning and came back at around 3.30 to 4pm. The show was so funny! Especially when Titan sang the Titan song!&lt;br /&gt;I have uploaded the Titan Song and I just got it from Youtube. Enjoy the Titan song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4882c4cf89cdb740" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4882c4cf89cdb740%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331787305%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6C56FE5EB4CC649BD73EC8A25B02096F09FB9FFA.60BCDDD47B1C130CD494D31E58A4E406B4EB7F73%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4882c4cf89cdb740%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DolSuKh7CKgZVoG3lyJVuyDdPjjQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4882c4cf89cdb740%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331787305%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6C56FE5EB4CC649BD73EC8A25B02096F09FB9FFA.60BCDDD47B1C130CD494D31E58A4E406B4EB7F73%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4882c4cf89cdb740%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DolSuKh7CKgZVoG3lyJVuyDdPjjQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was sick a few days ago. I had a sore throat that time. Today, I got to use the computer. Then, while I was helping my cousin with his Pokemon account, in order to get Indicoins for him, I had to battle my sister online. But, it was only for fun. My sister won't lose anything or gain anything. This battling thing is only for the owner of the account's benefits. So, I don't need to ask anybody before I kill them. Then, my sister suddenly rushed out and closed my cousin's account. Due to that, I had to shout at her, which caused me another sore throat attack. It was horrible! I hate her lots and I MEAN IT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I sent a dedication to my form teacher (while I was online and I went to teachersday.sg to send it) weeks ago and just yesterday, hundreds of dedications related to the website were published in the Straits Times newspaper. Both my sister and my dedications were in the paper, but I didn't know it. The next day, which is today, LJ and Kallista told me that my dedication to Mr. Lee was in the papers. I was extremely shocked to hear that and I was hoping to find out if my sister's dedication is also there. Later that day, at around school dismissal, Mr. Lee told the class about the dedication. Since Kallista brought the paper, Mr. Lee showed it to the whole class. That was quite "embarrassing" for me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194355298682747572-2145845060393310147?l=thechildishmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4882c4cf89cdb740&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2145845060393310147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194355298682747572&amp;postID=2145845060393310147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/2145845060393310147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/2145845060393310147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/2008/09/hi-everyone.html' title='Space Chimps!!!'/><author><name>jingying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11230785220679848947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194355298682747572.post-6047094001508774106</id><published>2008-08-28T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T23:27:07.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Last Teachers' Day at EPPS</title><content type='html'>Today is my last time celebrating Teachers' Day at EPPS. I enjoyed it quite alot and it was full of laughter and sorrow (maybe not). This morning, we surprised Mr. Lee with a BANG! it was so fun! Mr. Lee was so touched by us and he was quite patient actually, considering that he was supposed to wait for us to be ready before we allowed him to enter the classroom. Although we weren't ready for it, the whole process was still okay with Dawn and SQ's lead. I gotta say, they are the best partners I had ever seen. Such teamwork is really amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Later that day, I witnessed the "Beheading Ceremony of WXY". It was funny and quite interesting, the way Mdm. Aini uses the toy sword to "behead" WXY. Reaven's finger got slammed by the door and he was in great pain. He said that he saw stars and he saw a white light, like those you would see when you are dying... He went to the toilet and vomited. So disgusting and he even told me that he thought that he was gonna die! Dramatic much!&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, I recieved a letter from 大姆指and I was told that I won two complementary tickets to watch "Space Chimps". I think that I am going to watch it on Sunday or some other time, if the movie is still in cinemas of course!&lt;br /&gt;Today is one of the best days of my life. I will remember it forever. I hope that I will be able to come back to EPPS in the future. I will come back to the place which holds my fondest memories every year to visit my dearest teachers. Wishing all teachers a happy teachers' day! EPPS 万岁!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194355298682747572-6047094001508774106?l=thechildishmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6047094001508774106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194355298682747572&amp;postID=6047094001508774106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/6047094001508774106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/6047094001508774106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/2008/08/today-is-my-last-time-celebrating.html' title='My Last Teachers&apos; Day at EPPS'/><author><name>jingying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11230785220679848947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194355298682747572.post-5286072948869878821</id><published>2008-08-26T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T01:38:41.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Are there words that I can use to describe weirdness? I had this weird dream yesterday night and I woke up feeling funny all over. And I felt all numb like I was stung by bees (I always dream of getting stung by bees in a deserted place).&lt;br /&gt;I always had weird dreams and sometimes, I get the dreams once or twice. Sometimes, the dreams will repeat and repeat and repeat. Do you know that you can continue your dreams after being woken up? I tried it once. It was in the middle of the night when I dreamt of something that I liked alot and then I woke up to go to the toilet. After that, when I went back to sleep, I thought hard about that dream and it was continued till morning. My dreams were weird as they never existed. But this time, it was far too weird.&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing is that the dream I had is related to my thoughts. I don't know what I am thinking of but I don't care. I just hope that whatever happened in my dream will never happen again. Although it wasn't a nightmare, it was scary so I don't wish to continue whatever thoughts I had...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194355298682747572-5286072948869878821?l=thechildishmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5286072948869878821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194355298682747572&amp;postID=5286072948869878821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/5286072948869878821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/5286072948869878821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/2008/08/are-there-words-that-i-can-use-to.html' title=''/><author><name>jingying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11230785220679848947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194355298682747572.post-7813654366997143200</id><published>2008-08-24T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T00:04:59.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to watch 'Meet Dave' on Saturday night and it was so funny! That sissy number four guy was rockin'! He was so funny with those girly moves and those funny stunts. It was really funny. We laughed all the way to the end. My house was near Downtown East so I managed to get there with an umbrella. I enjoyed it alot and it was really worth it to watch that show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so dead. My Chinese Compo is so short! One page only leh! Plus, Reaven kept shaking his legs. So irritating and annoying. It was distracting me and I almost couldn't finish my compo. Tomorrow is my Science paper. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194355298682747572-7813654366997143200?l=thechildishmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7813654366997143200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194355298682747572&amp;postID=7813654366997143200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/7813654366997143200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/7813654366997143200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-went-to-watch-meet-dave-on-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>jingying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11230785220679848947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194355298682747572.post-6422740256904288289</id><published>2008-08-23T03:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T23:56:54.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now, I am getting mad. I am SO NOT going to share anymore of my secrets with anyone (except Kira) anymore! Faithy and Hannah are like teasing me cos' I told them a little 'secret'. I don't actually find it funny at all, but they do! When I do something that is related to that secret, they start to tease me. It is NOT FUNNY! Now that I have learnt my lesson, I am never ever ever going to share my secrets with anyone (except Kira) anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found something that is really extremely not funny. It is a serious matter and I need your help. My parents are going to send me to NJC if I have a chance to go there. I don't wanna go there. I wanna go to Dunman High. They said that I am 'blessed' with good luck that I could get into the second round of the test. It was an intervew and I just had it last week. It was horrible. I don't wanna go to NJC, I wanna go to Dunman. If you can, please just help me!!! I am desperate to go to Dunman even if I am not chosen to go there. I just don't wanna go to NJC, okay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194355298682747572-6422740256904288289?l=thechildishmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6422740256904288289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194355298682747572&amp;postID=6422740256904288289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/6422740256904288289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/6422740256904288289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/2008/08/now-i-am-getting-mad.html' title=''/><author><name>jingying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11230785220679848947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194355298682747572.post-727534913081012747</id><published>2008-08-21T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T02:27:16.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming ashore</title><content type='html'>I have swam ashore! I am now free from my troubles and I can finally concentrate on my studies and PSLE instead of thinking about the things that aren't going to happen. I have learnt to forget about unhappy things through my online play therapy.&lt;br /&gt;Relaxation not only helps to calm your mind, it also can brainwash you. I relaxed too much so I had to revise harder so as to prevent myself from forgeting my facts.&lt;br /&gt;There was the prelims just now. It was the English compo that I liked best. I wrote about my family being rich and wealthy at first, then one stormy night, my dad recieved a call from his colleague and then he found out that he lost to the rival company and he was going to become bankrupt. Then we moved to a new home just because we sold our bungalow and had to pay my dad's debt. We sold all our clothes except for one or two then one day when I came back from school, nobody was at home. I approached the kitchen then I saw a note on the fridge. It was written by my mother. It said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear sweetie,&lt;br /&gt;I have arranged for you to be adopted by a rich family. I hope you will understand that we had our difficulties. I hope that you will be happy with your new home. I brought Joy (my sister), with me as I hate to say goodbye. Take care, okay? Bye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your beloved,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my new mother came and wanted to bring me to my new home. I grabbed my beloved teddy bear and left the house. As I was leaving, I saw my mother peeping from behind. When she noticed me, she ran away. I shouted and called for her but she just kept running. So sad. Damn dramatic lor!&lt;br /&gt;I have to go now, writing more next time. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194355298682747572-727534913081012747?l=thechildishmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/727534913081012747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194355298682747572&amp;postID=727534913081012747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/727534913081012747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/727534913081012747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/2008/08/swimming-ashore.html' title='Swimming ashore'/><author><name>jingying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11230785220679848947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194355298682747572.post-8583743778148323396</id><published>2008-08-19T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T02:53:24.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teal Green</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Teal Green&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcolorgreenareyouquiz/teal-green.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You are a one of a kind, original person. There's no one even close to being like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expressive and creative, you have a knack for making the impossible possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you are a bit offbeat, you don't scare people away with your quirks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your warm personality nicely counteracts and strange habits you may have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorgreenareyouquiz/"&gt;What Color Green Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tried this test and although it was weird, I find it quite correct actually. Still, nice test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194355298682747572-8583743778148323396?l=thechildishmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8583743778148323396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194355298682747572&amp;postID=8583743778148323396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/8583743778148323396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/8583743778148323396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-are-teal-green-you-are-one-of-kind.html' title='Teal Green'/><author><name>jingying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11230785220679848947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194355298682747572.post-8672197853942191626</id><published>2008-08-19T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T02:53:42.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The same thing</title><content type='html'>I don't want the same thing to happen again. I don't want. Last time, I had a traumatic experience before and now, this! I don't want it to happen, not to me. Can somebody tell me what to do? Please? Faithy, can you help me this once before I fall into the ocean again? I don't wish to keep thinking about it, I don't want to. I just want to be back into my normal state, my happy state, not the depressing one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am NOT stressed out because of my exams but I just can't concentrate! Please, someone help! Help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236480903112258770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dvnzLZ36K9I/SKu3oycfdNI/AAAAAAAAABY/-JIdr584Q44/s320/help.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Can someone help me? I don't want to fall into the ocean and try to swim up the shore again. It was difficult to keep myself afloat, do you know that? Even if you don't, it doesn't matter anymore. I have decided to try and seek help...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194355298682747572-8672197853942191626?l=thechildishmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8672197853942191626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194355298682747572&amp;postID=8672197853942191626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/8672197853942191626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/8672197853942191626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-dont-want-same-thing-to-happen-again.html' title='The same thing'/><author><name>jingying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11230785220679848947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dvnzLZ36K9I/SKu3oycfdNI/AAAAAAAAABY/-JIdr584Q44/s72-c/help.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194355298682747572.post-8446218523967647751</id><published>2008-08-19T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T02:43:29.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>一传十，十传百</title><content type='html'>Now I finally know how word spreads. 一传十，十传百。It spreads like a wild fire that is out of control. I don't know why but somehow, it just gets going. It goes on and on and sometimes it never stops.&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I was pushed by QXY. It was during recess when she was trying to open her locker. She said, angrily, "Move it, Jing Ying." Then, she pushed me. Hannah and Faithy witnessed the incident as they joined the queue. They were like angry that QXY did such a thing to me. They didn't seem to be too bothered about it and they walked off.&lt;br /&gt;Later that afternoon, when the school bell was about to ring, Hannah told Dawn and SQ that I was pushed by QXY that morning. Then the word started to spread. Dawn and SQ asked me how I was pushed and stuff like that and a few minutes later, Nat and Elysia started asking me the same thing. Now do you see what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;I have to go now, going to bathe soon. Then next comes my dinner. BTW, I found Jesseca Liu's blog. I posted the website on the link side. If you are interested, just click on the link. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194355298682747572-8446218523967647751?l=thechildishmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8446218523967647751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194355298682747572&amp;postID=8446218523967647751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/8446218523967647751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/8446218523967647751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/2008/08/now-i-finally-know-how-word-spreads.html' title='一传十，十传百'/><author><name>jingying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11230785220679848947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194355298682747572.post-4433983906692784137</id><published>2008-08-18T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T02:00:40.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PSLE abcs</title><content type='html'>My PSLE Oral Exams are finally over! But now, I still have to get past my Prelims before I am ready for my PSLE. So bad! But the good thing is, I get to use the computer even during exam periods! Isn't that just wonderful?&lt;br /&gt;Today's prelim was so damn easy. Laura didn't even need to pay attention to it! Although it seems easy, I am still very insecure about how much I get. I hope that I will be able to score 280 and above for my coming PSLE. You might think that it is very silly, but that's my goal, I can't change it and so can't you.&lt;br /&gt;Good news to me! Danny Phantom is coming back on 30th August. I hope that I will be able to watch it... If I have time, I will continue to upload more Danny Phantom episodes.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that Mr. Lee won't know about this blog. Why? Cos' I don't want everyone to know about this blog. I won't stop you if you tell, cos' that's your mouth and that's how you speak, so I have no rights to sotp you from talking.&lt;br /&gt;I have to go and continue with my revision. Have to go now, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194355298682747572-4433983906692784137?l=thechildishmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4433983906692784137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194355298682747572&amp;postID=4433983906692784137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/4433983906692784137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/4433983906692784137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/2008/08/psle-abcs.html' title='PSLE abcs'/><author><name>jingying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11230785220679848947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194355298682747572.post-1048178086953486748</id><published>2008-08-12T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T02:53:56.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My diary</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, my sister told me that she opened up my diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE OPENED UP MY DIARY! She said that she read everything inside the diary. How evil!!! She said that she read most of the posts and now she is going to tell the whole world about it! Luckily, she didn't read my latest ones. Well, she read half of it but the rest, she gave up. She told me that she was spotted by my grandfather when she was coming to the juciest part of all. Lucky that the juciest part is still unread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I don't really mind her reading my secrets anyway, those were of the past and the present is present. I don't remember much about what I wrote inside anymore, really. All is fair in hate and war, wait, or was it love and war. Never mind. Anyway, for those who want to learn my secrets through my diary, think again! Although I said that I don't mind anyone learning them, but I still have to keep my secrets safe, okay? And that means no letting you open my diary, Jing Kai. And I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad to those who are dying to know everything about me. But I will be careful, and very careful indeed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194355298682747572-1048178086953486748?l=thechildishmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1048178086953486748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194355298682747572&amp;postID=1048178086953486748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/1048178086953486748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/1048178086953486748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/2008/08/yesterday-my-sister-told-me-that-she.html' title='My diary'/><author><name>jingying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11230785220679848947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194355298682747572.post-5416046654093096749</id><published>2008-08-05T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T02:54:25.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Little Secret???</title><content type='html'>Tell you guys something:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you think I have a dirty little secret, then you are wrong. Even if I have a secret, it is not dirty at all, okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you know how different I am from other people? Some people don't want to be alone and choose to be with others but for me, on the other hand, is someone who chooses to be alone sometimes. I can be straight forward and sarcastic sometimes but most of the time, I would rather be someone who gives good comments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if you wished upon a star and it never came true after many many years? What if you decided to change the wish but then you realise that your wish came true already? It would be a tough decision if you had to choose between the thing you'd always wished for and the new wish. Will it be yes or no, will it be true or false, will you want to have both or just one? It is a tough decision to make and somehow you just want everything to go out fine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is easy to break a heart but never easy to mend it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230947963501718290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dvnzLZ36K9I/SJgPdUMSqxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Hffa93zzhV0/s320/Broken+Heart.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can never mend a broken heart. Even with the best glue on earth. Even if you could, there would always be a scar left behind ... ... ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194355298682747572-5416046654093096749?l=thechildishmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5416046654093096749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194355298682747572&amp;postID=5416046654093096749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/5416046654093096749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/5416046654093096749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/2008/08/tell-you-guys-something-if-you-think-i.html' title='Dirty Little Secret???'/><author><name>jingying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11230785220679848947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dvnzLZ36K9I/SJgPdUMSqxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Hffa93zzhV0/s72-c/Broken+Heart.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194355298682747572.post-5380183324641629739</id><published>2008-07-22T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T02:55:59.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me</title><content type='html'>Today's my birthday. Happy Birthday to me! I was so surprised that we started the day off with a birthday song from the class. Thanks guys! Reaven, Kira, Laura, Hannah and Faithy were great friends! All of them remembered my birthday (well, except Hannah, but she gave me a card when she found out so). It was the best birthday I've ever had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never understood life&lt;br /&gt;Never found what it meant&lt;br /&gt;But now I know that life isn't&lt;br /&gt;As borin'&lt;br /&gt;I never understood a smile&lt;br /&gt;Never found what it meant&lt;br /&gt;But now I know&lt;br /&gt;That a frown turns to a smile&lt;br /&gt;Like now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understanding life&lt;br /&gt;Understanding feelings&lt;br /&gt;Are best things&lt;br /&gt;Understanding freedom&lt;br /&gt;Understanding everyone&lt;br /&gt;Means the world to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never understood freedom&lt;br /&gt;Never found what it meant&lt;br /&gt;But now I know&lt;br /&gt;That I can be&lt;br /&gt;As free as I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;I never understood anyone&lt;br /&gt;Never knew what they thought&lt;br /&gt;But now I know&lt;br /&gt;That I can find out&lt;br /&gt;As much as I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understanding life&lt;br /&gt;Understanding feelings&lt;br /&gt;Are the best things&lt;br /&gt;Understanding freedom&lt;br /&gt;Understanding Everyone&lt;br /&gt;Means the world to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understanding life&lt;br /&gt;Understanding feelings&lt;br /&gt;Are the greatest things&lt;br /&gt;Understanding freedom&lt;br /&gt;Understanding Everything&lt;br /&gt;Is the greatest thing&lt;br /&gt;The greatest thing,&lt;br /&gt;That happened to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194355298682747572-5380183324641629739?l=thechildishmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5380183324641629739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194355298682747572&amp;postID=5380183324641629739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/5380183324641629739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/5380183324641629739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/2008/07/todays-my-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday to me'/><author><name>jingying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11230785220679848947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194355298682747572.post-4103159641975065041</id><published>2008-07-06T22:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T02:56:19.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Definition of the blah</title><content type='html'>Hi guys. Today's definition of the blah is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HELLO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What is the meaning of HELLO?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Answer: Hope everyone looks like OATMEAL! (Just kidding!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The actual answer is: Hi! Everything looks lavishly okay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then what is the meaning of BYES?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Answer: Bring your elegant selves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So there goes the definitions of the words I am tellin' ya. Hope you guys enjoy everythin'!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194355298682747572-4103159641975065041?l=thechildishmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4103159641975065041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194355298682747572&amp;postID=4103159641975065041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/4103159641975065041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/4103159641975065041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/2008/07/hi-guys.html' title='Definition of the blah'/><author><name>jingying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11230785220679848947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194355298682747572.post-2435545638846385106</id><published>2008-07-02T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T02:58:20.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Definition of FRIEND</title><content type='html'>What is the definition of FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Fighting really irritates every non-dividual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the definition of FRIENDSHIP then?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Friends rock in every nice different situation, helping independant person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have friends, there will be friendship. If you have friendship, there will be situations when things turn sour. But there will always be friends who will help. They will encourage you to do things that you should. Only real friends will stick with you at all times. They will never abandon you on a sinking ship. When you are in trouble, they will always help no matter what.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194355298682747572-2435545638846385106?l=thechildishmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2435545638846385106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194355298682747572&amp;postID=2435545638846385106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/2435545638846385106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/2435545638846385106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-is-definition-of-friend-answer.html' title='Definition of FRIEND'/><author><name>jingying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11230785220679848947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194355298682747572.post-1758229223208088297</id><published>2008-06-14T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T03:00:12.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abnormal</title><content type='html'>Why can't I be more normal? I mean, look at me! I am so ABNORMAL! I am already past 10 and I am still a fan of Kidscentral and Danny Phantom. The Avril thing is still okay, but I am still abnormal. Normal kids are more of HATE THEIR LIFE, but I sort of like my life (because of TV)lols. The favourite pastime of normal kids are playing computer games (usually) but mine is watching TV (on my computer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very funny when you like giving advice that you don't even use. I agree that I am weird but why do I still attract so much attention. Am I dorky? Wait, what does dorky mean? Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before yesterday was the day that I went to the Cathay Cinema at Downtown East E-Hub (again). I went there with my cousins (two of them) my aunt, uncle and sister. My mum was down with a sore throat. In the middle of the show, there were some funny parts and my cousin, Jonathan, laughed so loudly that I almost became deaf (he was sitting right beside me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Kung Fu fighting Panda, we went to Pastamania downstairs for some lunch. Behind us were a bunch of very loud singers. They looked like they were teens. They sang the birthday song extremely loud and it was ear-piercing! So loud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after the lunch treat from my aunt and uncle, they brought us to Tampinese Mall. I don't know if it was Century Square or the other one. Never mind. We shopped and shopped until my feet hurt. So sore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we went to my aunt and uncle's house for a break. We had fruits and soothing beverages. Love the grapes. Jonathan gave me one of his Pokemon Waps set. We had a great tme playing. My sis and my other cousin were playing computer games while I watched the TV programmes (told you I was weird).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go. Need to rush for my piano lessons. Buh-bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194355298682747572-1758229223208088297?l=thechildishmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1758229223208088297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194355298682747572&amp;postID=1758229223208088297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/1758229223208088297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/1758229223208088297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-cant-i-be-more-normal-i-mean-look.html' title='Abnormal'/><author><name>jingying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11230785220679848947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194355298682747572.post-8003049852344643192</id><published>2008-06-07T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T03:06:59.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's just me</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I went to Takashimaya at Orchard Road. The streets were bussling with people even though it was a Friday afternoon. I went there to shop and shop and shop. My mum brought my sister, my grandma and me there. I was so bored... lols. There was nothing I could do there except to look at the TOYS. I know, I am very childish, but that's me. At around 3.50pm, my mum brought my sister and I to Basement 2 and sat near the stage. Most of you should be able to guess why we sat there, right? Okay, I got you. I am very childish, and that's my character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to miss school. Cos' it has been quite a long holiday. But I also like the holidays. Why? Cos' I can watch my favourite TV programmes... lols Speaking of holidays, it is just 8 more days to school for the Primary Sixes. All the best for the coming PSLE, buh-bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194355298682747572-8003049852344643192?l=thechildishmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8003049852344643192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194355298682747572&amp;postID=8003049852344643192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/8003049852344643192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/8003049852344643192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/2008/06/thats-just-me.html' title='That&apos;s just me'/><author><name>jingying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11230785220679848947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194355298682747572.post-1010696633564047977</id><published>2008-05-18T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T03:03:37.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A song dedicated to Wan Ling</title><content type='html'>Here's a song dedicated to dear Wan Ling who has done some great things that my other friends might not have done but to my other friends, you are still great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T CARE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fake it out&lt;br /&gt;You make yourself&lt;br /&gt;Someone whom you're not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make it true&lt;br /&gt;My dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;And you take away my blues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I don't care&lt;br /&gt;What you do&lt;br /&gt;I don't care&lt;br /&gt;Whom you are&lt;br /&gt;You are my best friend&lt;br /&gt;And that's good enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the things you've done for me&lt;br /&gt;All the things you've given to me&lt;br /&gt;All the things you do&lt;br /&gt;Make you you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are who you are&lt;br /&gt;No need to fake it out&lt;br /&gt;Cos' you are who you are&lt;br /&gt;And you'll stay in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Someone who's like me&lt;br /&gt;You are my great friend&lt;br /&gt;Who has the same interests as me&lt;br /&gt;Nobody is like you&lt;br /&gt;Cos' you are you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't think you fit in&lt;br /&gt;Like the wrong piece of a puzzle&lt;br /&gt;You don't think you are needed&lt;br /&gt;Like a spanner when you are drawing&lt;br /&gt;But you fit in&lt;br /&gt;You're needed&lt;br /&gt;In my spacious heart&lt;br /&gt;You're needed&lt;br /&gt;In my spacious....&lt;br /&gt;Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wan Ling, I hope you will like my song for you. Stay nice and be cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194355298682747572-1010696633564047977?l=thechildishmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1010696633564047977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194355298682747572&amp;postID=1010696633564047977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/1010696633564047977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/1010696633564047977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/2008/05/heres-song-dedicated-to-dear-wan-ling.html' title='A song dedicated to Wan Ling'/><author><name>jingying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11230785220679848947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194355298682747572.post-5580512523488354315</id><published>2008-05-13T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T03:03:59.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam grades...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dvnzLZ36K9I/SC_wZuIylJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/f006e5kNVPE/s1600-h/S6300395%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201640419308508306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dvnzLZ36K9I/SC_wZuIylJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/f006e5kNVPE/s320/S6300395%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My exam grades suck! Especially Science, English, Maths and Mother Tongue! Wait, those are all the subjects! Look at the picture on the left. Do you recognise this person? He is Mr. Lee, my form teacher. Guess where I got it. Last year, Mr. Lee brought the whole class out to the new Changi Airport Terminal Three. Actually I wanted to take him secretly but he SUDDENLY turned around and it was like "SNAP" and the camera caught his face and he was smiling then. So funny right? Don't tell anyone else that I have Mr. Lee's picture, okay? But if you want to tell on me, tell after the end of this week cos' Mr. Lee was really mad today and I don't want to agitate him anymore. He was so scary when he shouted(don't tell him that).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194355298682747572-5580512523488354315?l=thechildishmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5580512523488354315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194355298682747572&amp;postID=5580512523488354315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/5580512523488354315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/5580512523488354315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-exam-grades-suck-especially-science.html' title='Exam grades...'/><author><name>jingying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11230785220679848947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dvnzLZ36K9I/SC_wZuIylJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/f006e5kNVPE/s72-c/S6300395%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194355298682747572.post-5730408839091257461</id><published>2008-05-12T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T02:52:49.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last Night,&lt;br /&gt;The wind blew gently&lt;br /&gt;As we sat on&lt;br /&gt;The blue chairs&lt;br /&gt;The Sun set so abrubtly&lt;br /&gt;As time flew by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Night,&lt;br /&gt;There was a beautiful scenary&lt;br /&gt;As you gave me somethin' I need&lt;br /&gt;As we sat together&lt;br /&gt;The Doves flew by&lt;br /&gt;How I wished the time'll stop forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Time flies,&lt;br /&gt;Time goes by,&lt;br /&gt;No one knows&lt;br /&gt;How fast it flies by...&lt;br /&gt;Lonely,&lt;br /&gt;Solely,&lt;br /&gt;Not one soul in sight....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you&lt;br /&gt;Beside you,&lt;br /&gt;Everyday's a dream&lt;br /&gt;How I wish&lt;br /&gt;How I wished,&lt;br /&gt;Time'll stops by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the things I wanted&lt;br /&gt;All the things I have&lt;br /&gt;Everyone can't be compared&lt;br /&gt;To the one you gave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Night,&lt;br /&gt;The warmth you introduced,&lt;br /&gt;The hope given by you,&lt;br /&gt;Were really wonderful&lt;br /&gt;How I wish,&lt;br /&gt;How I wished,&lt;br /&gt;Time'll stops by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus x2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Night,&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful night&lt;br /&gt;The stars were shining in the evening sky&lt;br /&gt;All the lights in the city seem to fade away&lt;br /&gt;The stars are the ones that remain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;(Fading away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like the song? I don't know what to call it. Give me a suggestion. Thanks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194355298682747572-5730408839091257461?l=thechildishmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5730408839091257461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194355298682747572&amp;postID=5730408839091257461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/5730408839091257461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/5730408839091257461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/2008/05/last-night-wind-blew-gently-as-we-sat.html' title=''/><author><name>jingying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11230785220679848947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194355298682747572.post-944483022650191758</id><published>2008-05-08T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T01:46:07.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Lee's B'dae</title><content type='html'>It was Mr. Lee's birthday yesterday, it was so fun! Around the end of the day, Dawn and the others were like "Mr. Ang told you to go to the meeting room lah! Better go or you kana scolded by him lah!" They were uncouth but they made Mr. Lee's birthday a memorable one. Especially on the last year 6 Courage is going to spend in Elias Park Primary.&lt;br /&gt;After Mr. Lee left the class, everyone closed the door and the IT and AV monitors switched on the computer and went to the class blog. It was surprising as Mr. Lee didn't know anything about our plans for him on that day. He was so shocked when he walked in the class. Everyone was singing the birthday song!&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Lee was so surprised that we found his old website. He created it when he was 21. The baby picture was so cute. I was laughing like mad when I saw the picture of him when he was 21. He looked so different!!! My sister went to the class blog and she left a trail in the tag board. She told me that she went to the computer lab. this morning. I was thinking, "Why did the teacher bring the whole class to the computer lab when they were supposed to be having their exams?" I don't care lah. Even if she fail her exams, not my problem right? I have to go now. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194355298682747572-944483022650191758?l=thechildishmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/944483022650191758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194355298682747572&amp;postID=944483022650191758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/944483022650191758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/944483022650191758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/2008/05/mr-lees-bdae.html' title='Mr. Lee&apos;s B&apos;dae'/><author><name>jingying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11230785220679848947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194355298682747572.post-9163871265045370529</id><published>2008-05-04T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T03:04:20.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is that</title><content type='html'>Here's a little song which sounds a bit complicated. But, try to understand that I am quite bad at writing songs so bear with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I looked&lt;br /&gt;At myself&lt;br /&gt;Guess whom I see&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Whom that is&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't remember me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Who is this,&lt;br /&gt;In front of me&lt;br /&gt;Who is this,&lt;br /&gt;I always see&lt;br /&gt;Is this the one who&lt;br /&gt;Saved me from the dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always knew&lt;br /&gt;Someone would&lt;br /&gt;Give me a hand&lt;br /&gt;Give me a stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus x2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always knew&lt;br /&gt;That someone would&lt;br /&gt;Come and&lt;br /&gt;Give me hope&lt;br /&gt;Power&lt;br /&gt;Strength&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is this&lt;br /&gt;Looking back&lt;br /&gt;Who is this&lt;br /&gt;Smiling back at me&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;Why I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194355298682747572-9163871265045370529?l=thechildishmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/9163871265045370529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194355298682747572&amp;postID=9163871265045370529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/9163871265045370529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/9163871265045370529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/2008/05/heres-little-song-which-sounds-bit.html' title='Who is that'/><author><name>jingying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11230785220679848947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194355298682747572.post-4488164081371814695</id><published>2008-04-29T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T00:38:26.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Faith</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday to dear Faithy! Last Friday was Hannah's birthday and today is Faithy's turn.  hope she likes the prezzie I gave her. I made a blog for my sister just now. I edited the blog skin, with help from Faithy as well, and made her a very nice blog. I used all the information I know and I edited her profile. So nice! I hope that she will be grateful and stop bothering me soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like my new blog skin? Nice right? I know it looks a bit childish but luckily it captures attention and actually fits the theme of my blog. Sorry Faithy about the blog skin you helped me with. I thought this was cute that's why I copied and pasted it. Sorry for wasting your effort Faithy, hope you won't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be able to chat with you guys for a while. I have to study and revise for my coming Mid terms. I promise that I will chat with ou more often, okay? Don't blame me for ignoring you 'cause I am quite busy here. I have to go and revise more. Buh-bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194355298682747572-4488164081371814695?l=thechildishmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4488164081371814695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194355298682747572&amp;postID=4488164081371814695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/4488164081371814695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/4488164081371814695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-to-faith.html' title='Happy Birthday to Faith'/><author><name>jingying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11230785220679848947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194355298682747572.post-4630907935346071358</id><published>2008-04-24T00:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T00:16:37.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth</title><content type='html'>Here's a song I call, THE TRUTH. It is inspired by one of my stories. I think it might sound a bit weird so, try to bear with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I found out the truth,&lt;br /&gt;I was as shocked as you&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know why&lt;br /&gt;I was chosen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I found out the truth,&lt;br /&gt;I was as sad as you&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that&lt;br /&gt;I had to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I found out about you,&lt;br /&gt;I found out about them,&lt;br /&gt;I found out the truth,&lt;br /&gt;The truth behind all this&lt;br /&gt;I found out the truth,&lt;br /&gt;I found out about me&lt;br /&gt;I knew I was dumb,&lt;br /&gt;But that isn't the way&lt;br /&gt;To treat me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't right,&lt;br /&gt;This isn't fine&lt;br /&gt;This isn't as fine as it seems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't great,&lt;br /&gt;As great as it looks like&lt;br /&gt;And I shall thank you&lt;br /&gt;For waking me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I found out the truth,&lt;br /&gt;I was as scared as you.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know why I had this reaction&lt;br /&gt;But I guess it was natural&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was you who had betrayed me,&lt;br /&gt;It was you who had blamed me&lt;br /&gt;All along...&lt;br /&gt;All along...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus x2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;This isn't true&lt;br /&gt;It isn't you&lt;br /&gt;This is just crap,&lt;br /&gt;Like the trash in the can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't true&lt;br /&gt;It isn't you&lt;br /&gt;This is just rubbish,&lt;br /&gt;Like what you find in the can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Chorus...(fadin' away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you like this angry song. It really does sound weird when you sing it. No music, so don't blame me. I hope you like it. Remember to leave footprints...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194355298682747572-4630907935346071358?l=thechildishmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4630907935346071358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194355298682747572&amp;postID=4630907935346071358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/4630907935346071358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/4630907935346071358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/2008/04/truth.html' title='The truth'/><author><name>jingying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11230785220679848947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194355298682747572.post-9068761923486864435</id><published>2008-04-22T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T01:52:47.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>I just added some music to my blog. I guess you might say that it is not that nice but at least I tried... By the way, if you don't like it, it is on the left of the blog so you might need to scroll down the page to view it.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how people pass messages, they pass them so quickly! I mean, just a few days ago, I put my blog address on the tag board but messages passed on so quickly! I didn't know how messages are passed around but they sure are fast!&lt;br /&gt;The oral examinations were terrible! I was stuttering and stammering! I didn't know what else to say. I couldn't crack jokes and I wasn't great at talking. It sounded weird when I spoke to the teacher. It was so bad! I didn't know that what I said was so horrible until the whole thing ended. I want to get good grades for my PSLE and I practised so hard but in the end, my oral was horrible!&lt;br /&gt;I have to shut the computer down now, I will write more on my blog and play more games. I have to go. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194355298682747572-9068761923486864435?l=thechildishmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/9068761923486864435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194355298682747572&amp;postID=9068761923486864435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/9068761923486864435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/9068761923486864435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/2008/04/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>jingying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11230785220679848947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194355298682747572.post-1601375628807261893</id><published>2008-04-21T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T03:04:55.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A song dedicated to Faithy and friends</title><content type='html'>A little song dedicated to dear Faithy and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unwanted Changes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this change in you,&lt;br /&gt;A great change in you&lt;br /&gt;Your character,&lt;br /&gt;Your mind.&lt;br /&gt;You were just&lt;br /&gt;Someone&lt;br /&gt;I never knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;There were changes,&lt;br /&gt;Unwanted changes.&lt;br /&gt;Those changes that made you&lt;br /&gt;Someone Else&lt;br /&gt;There were changes,&lt;br /&gt;Unwanted changes.&lt;br /&gt;Those changes that made you&lt;br /&gt;Not like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those influences&lt;br /&gt;Those that made you&lt;br /&gt;Who you are&lt;br /&gt;Not like you&lt;br /&gt;You're influenced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus x2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You broke my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm crying&lt;br /&gt;You know the rest&lt;br /&gt;You know what's best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus (Fading)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, the lyrics are kind of short and all that but I didn't have any more time to write the rest so I anyhow write. Sorry, Faithy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194355298682747572-1601375628807261893?l=thechildishmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1601375628807261893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194355298682747572&amp;postID=1601375628807261893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/1601375628807261893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/1601375628807261893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/2008/04/little-song-dedicated-to-dear-faithy.html' title='A song dedicated to Faithy and friends'/><author><name>jingying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11230785220679848947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194355298682747572.post-2949242620556579412</id><published>2008-04-20T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T00:25:51.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shadow Inside</title><content type='html'>Here's a song I wrote which starts with the chorus. It is kind of depressing but I still think that it is quite nice. Hope you don't find it too depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Shadow Inside Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;There's a shadow,&lt;br /&gt;A shadow inside&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;There's this shadow&lt;br /&gt;A shadow inside&lt;br /&gt;I don't want it inside me&lt;br /&gt;I don't want&lt;br /&gt;A Shadow Inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there this feeling&lt;br /&gt;A feeling inside me&lt;br /&gt;Is there this thing&lt;br /&gt;A thing inside me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want this shadow&lt;br /&gt;I don't want it to be&lt;br /&gt;With me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus x2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always this shadow&lt;br /&gt;Restricting my actions&lt;br /&gt;Going over my conscience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a feeling&lt;br /&gt;A very strange feeling&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing wrong&lt;br /&gt;I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this while&lt;br /&gt;There's a shadow inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you like my song? I hope you did. Although it is a bit depressing, I think that I am made to write depressing songs or something like that. I think that I should be writing something for Faithy now. I shall end this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194355298682747572-2949242620556579412?l=thechildishmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2949242620556579412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194355298682747572&amp;postID=2949242620556579412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/2949242620556579412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/2949242620556579412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/2008/04/shadow-inside.html' title='The Shadow Inside'/><author><name>jingying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11230785220679848947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194355298682747572.post-6874478551174043379</id><published>2008-04-18T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T04:48:01.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No one knows</title><content type='html'>This song is the one that I promised that I will post on the blog. Here's the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knows&lt;br /&gt;Exactly...&lt;br /&gt;No one knows&lt;br /&gt;Who I might be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the only orphan&lt;br /&gt;In this world,&lt;br /&gt;The only orphan&lt;br /&gt;Available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knows&lt;br /&gt;Exactly...&lt;br /&gt;No one knows&lt;br /&gt;How I could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one has seen my other side,&lt;br /&gt;No one has found the greater side of me...&lt;br /&gt;No one has seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one has seen the other side,&lt;br /&gt;No one has seen the wilder side of me...&lt;br /&gt;No one has seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greater times,&lt;br /&gt;Greater worlds,&lt;br /&gt;In 80 days,&lt;br /&gt;Impress a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows&lt;br /&gt;No one goes&lt;br /&gt;Everyone tries&lt;br /&gt;No one gets it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus x2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knows&lt;br /&gt;Exactly...&lt;br /&gt;No one knows&lt;br /&gt;What's into me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194355298682747572-6874478551174043379?l=thechildishmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6874478551174043379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194355298682747572&amp;postID=6874478551174043379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/6874478551174043379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/6874478551174043379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-one-knows.html' title='No one knows'/><author><name>jingying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11230785220679848947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194355298682747572.post-2203578348763439945</id><published>2008-04-15T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T00:05:15.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th Post...</title><content type='html'>Today is such a bad day! Just kidding! Today was great. Just now, I had a plate of my favourite fried rice for lunch and now I get to use the laptop! So happy! Tommorrow, I will have my mother tongue oral examinations and the day after that, it will be my english oral examinations. So scary!&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to the computer lab for my first lesson. I had a chance to learn about blogging and how to keep my blog going. Most importantly, I learned how to change my blog template. All thanks to Faithy, I learned a great number of things. Also thanks to my teacher, r. Lee. He was the one who brought the class to the computer lab.&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a new song today, again. But I won't be able to put it on this blog yet as I just started only. Sorry but no choice 'cause no time. But I promise that I will post the song in the blog some day when I have time. I have to go and practise for my oral now. Byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194355298682747572-2203578348763439945?l=thechildishmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2203578348763439945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194355298682747572&amp;postID=2203578348763439945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/2203578348763439945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/2203578348763439945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/2008/04/4th-post.html' title='4th Post...'/><author><name>jingying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11230785220679848947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194355298682747572.post-6144907798532656165</id><published>2008-04-15T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T23:23:36.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd Post</title><content type='html'>There's going to be Oral Examinations tomorrow! I feel so nervous!!! Although it is just the Midterms, I still feel very nervous! I can't speak well or better than last year for my english but that's the part where I do well! I can't miss school or escape from this examination! It can go on my record book! It also helps me to score well and get into a good school next year! I feel so nervous!!! Tomorrow I am supposed to stay back after school and practise it well so that I can do better. Good luck to me for tomorrow. I will do my best no matter what happens!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194355298682747572-6144907798532656165?l=thechildishmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6144907798532656165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194355298682747572&amp;postID=6144907798532656165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/6144907798532656165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/6144907798532656165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/2008/04/3rd-post.html' title='3rd Post'/><author><name>jingying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11230785220679848947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194355298682747572.post-7691416470673310007</id><published>2008-04-14T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T01:08:11.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Post...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's a song I wrote when I was bored. Nothing to do so I drew and drew and drew but then I got bored so I wrote a song and I hope that everyone will like it:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The One and Only Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I lost was a friend,&lt;br /&gt;But he was a great friend.&lt;br /&gt;He helped me inspite of my differences,&lt;br /&gt;He was the only one who helped me,&lt;br /&gt;Who helped me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;No one is like him,&lt;br /&gt;No one acts just like him.&lt;br /&gt;He was the one,&lt;br /&gt;The one,&lt;br /&gt;Who didn't mock at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was wrong,&lt;br /&gt;Why did I lose him,&lt;br /&gt;I lost another friend.&lt;br /&gt;A friend,&lt;br /&gt;Who dared to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I lost was a companion,&lt;br /&gt;But he treated me well.&lt;br /&gt;He told me right from wrong,&lt;br /&gt;He gave me encourages as well.&lt;br /&gt;He was the only one who helped me,&lt;br /&gt;Who helped me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus x2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was wrong,&lt;br /&gt;Why did I fail to save him,&lt;br /&gt;I lost another friend,&lt;br /&gt;Another friend,&lt;br /&gt;Who dared to help me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is like him,&lt;br /&gt;No one acts just like him.&lt;br /&gt;He helps with everything he can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is like him,&lt;br /&gt;No one acts just like him.&lt;br /&gt;He does everything he can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He does everything to help...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This song was inspired by my latest story. It made me think hard about what I did and how I could make myself better. I really liked this song but the first song I wrote was better than this like a hundred times. I hope all of you liked it. Although it doesn't have the sound in it, I still think it sounds good as long as it has the words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194355298682747572-7691416470673310007?l=thechildishmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7691416470673310007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194355298682747572&amp;postID=7691416470673310007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/7691416470673310007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/7691416470673310007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/2008/04/2nd-post.html' title='2nd Post...'/><author><name>jingying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11230785220679848947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194355298682747572.post-4593254738626259053</id><published>2008-02-23T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T03:51:54.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Post...</title><content type='html'>In a corner of the classroom, you can see a child who is not confident in speaking at all. She looks confident but she is not at all. The child smiles whenever you talk to her. She is a weak fluffball and very childish. The child that is mentioned is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog was created by my friend but she did a very good job in surprising me with this valentines day present. I am inconfident and gets startled easily as I have a very weak mind. I have great friends that help me and make me feel confident when I feel very weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good friends, great friends, but no matter how good or noble they are, great friends have to part someday... I will be feeling lonely next year and I shall be mocked at by the good students and looked down by them. I am a very crazy person as I always do funny things and make moments with friends memorable while I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a great Danny Phantom fan. If you don't know what I am referring to, you do not watch cartoons. I like helping out with friends and stay by their sides and make them happy. You might think that I am a goodie-goodie but you have never seen my wild side before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go now. Dinner is serving soon. I will write more posts as soon as possible. Goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194355298682747572-4593254738626259053?l=thechildishmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4593254738626259053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3194355298682747572&amp;postID=4593254738626259053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/4593254738626259053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194355298682747572/posts/default/4593254738626259053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechildishmemories.blogspot.com/2008/02/1st-post.html' title='1st Post...'/><author><name>jingying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11230785220679848947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
